A.C. Newman - Get Guilty reviews
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| Rollingstones |
 Between his solo output and his work with the New Pornographers, Carl Newman has turned out five records in six years — pretty prolific for a guy who seems to spend loads of time crafting his songs. Newman's second solo album shuffles between power pop and mild psychedelia while tossing in horns and coed harmonies. Get Guilty isn't quite as consistent as a typical Pornographers record, but the arrangements are lusher. And like all Newman records, it shows off his smarts and maintains a strong hook quotient: Gnomic lyrics like "You have defended the chemistry of the divide" usually come wrapped in golden melodies, and then there's "The Palace at 4 A.M.," a bright, propulsive cut and the catchiest song ever named after a Donald Barthelme story....full text |
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| Spin |
| Few have the luxury of B-sides / I've got buckets full," New Pornographers singer- guitarist Carl Newman brags on "Submarines of Stockholm." Here, the Canadian power-pop ace unleashes another battery of hooks with blasts of vocal harmonies ("Like a Hitman, Like a Dancer") and dabs of organ ("Elemental"). But Get Guilty dwells on the past, and that pensive reflection mutes the second half, turning Newman's boast into a wistful memory. There are no careening pop juggernauts; just a couple of chords, high-hat to punctuate the high notes, and choruses sung in caps lock....full text |
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| Popmatters |
I’ve always wondered why Carl Newman, braniac front man of the New Pornographers decides to adopt initials whenever he’s releasing material on his own. Could it be that he’s paving the way for secret literary aspirations? Maybe he just spent a lot of time watching the Lakers in the mid- to late-1980s. In any case, this low-key performance on the darkened fringe of Park Slope served to teach this reviewer a lesson in the importance of never judging a solo artist by his original band. Also, never—and I mean never—load up on a pint of whiskey before leaving for a show you’re extremely eager to see.
Here goes nothing.
Tonight at the Bell House I’m accompanied by an obscenely talented rabble of yet-to-be recognized literary and/or songwriting prodigies as well as a couple of record label interns whom I’m compelled to describe as two of the most congenial people I’ve been privileged to meet in this too, too brusque metropolis. After a few confused minutes in front of the will call desk we’ve located a perfectly suitable perch on the slightly raised area in front of the back wall bar....full text |
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