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| Austinchronicle |
 When Cris Kirkwood rejoined the Meat Puppets for Rise to Your Knees (see "Lake of Fire," July 20, 2007), the album's gritty folk dirge belied big brother Curt Kirkwood's mortal relief. Post-punk's Everly Brothers were back. With Sewn Together, the Kirkwoods and drummer Ted Marcus reanimate a Meat Puppets not seen or heard since the original Tucson, Ariz., trio's SST country-roots-punk coalesced into the classic rock of its early-1990s London Records. Sewn Together could succeed – and evolve – the Western shirt embroidery of 1987's Huevos. The title track alone fashions an undeniable Meat Puppets essential, Curt's crystal picking matching his farmers' market vocal gentility. "Blanket of Weeds" mulches a psych-folk enveloped in the Kirkwoods' inverted bluegrass harmonies, while Curt's mandolin on cantering third track "I'm Not You" jams a piss-take on another reality's Workingman's Dead. Waltzing "Sapphire" gleams another mandolin-kissed bit of Appalachia runoff, with a shadowy delivery straight out of Buck Dharma. One by one, Curt, long a resident Austinite, and Cris wire together in their dark-holler drones and Southwestern sky updraft a monstrous Meat Puppet. Rise to Your Knees' tough love bleeds over onto "Go to Your Head" and "Clone," whose piano becomes William Joseph's spellbinding ivory trade on the succeeding "Smoke." "S.K.A." cracks a parallel portal to 1970s classicism with Curt's vocal conduit to H.P. Lovecraft. His space-vortex solo on "Nursery Rhyme" silver lines more heat-warped Kirkwoodian harmonies. Whistled end jaunt "The Monkey and the Snake" bites like an outtake from Paul Leary-produced platinum peak Too High to Die in 1994. Consider the Meat Puppets' Sewn Together its Young Frankenstein. (The Meat Puppets conclude their current tour June 20 at the Parish.)...full text |
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| Boston |
| The number of ingredients found in a Meat Puppets record is impressive, but the way the band blends those pieces is what's truly astonishing. At its best, Arizona's Meat Puppets makes you think there are no boundaries between punk, country, and pop. The appropriately named "Sewn Together" finds 50-year-old Curt Kirkwood and his 48-year-old brother Cris Kirkwood crafting mongrel music as fine as anything in the band's catalog. With drummer Ted Marcus fitting in nearly as snugly as original beat keeper Derrick Bostrom and some colorful assistance from keyboard player William Joseph, guitarist-singer Curt and bass-playing bro Cris conjure a fresh iteration of Meat Puppets' desert rock. The group's signatures are all here: the loping honky-tonk rhythms, the piercing punk wordplay, and the psychedelic glint that makes even the mellowest passages sound a little nervous. Cris reunited with Curt in 2007 after a 12-year absence from the band and the working partnership sounds fully healed. While the band prefers unpolished production true to its origins in the early-'80s punk scene, its keen sense of melody shines on the title track and the eerie "Clone." The most punk thing about Meat Puppets is its fiercely independent spirit, exemplified by the way Curt balances his tumbleweed guitar-picking with the occasional Hendrixian squall on the vital new track "Blanket of Weeds." The album ends with "Love Mountain," a buoyant song that suggests the Kirkwoods are in a good place. (Out tomorrow) SCOTT McLENNAN...full text |
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| Avclub |
| Is it time to welcome back ’90s alt-rock yet? If so, it’s a good time for the Meat Puppets to get its second (or is it third?) wind: Sewn Together, another go at the band’s reunion—which came after founding brother Cris Kirkwood overcame drug addiction and a prison stint—is a dramatic improvement from the first (2007’s Rise To Your Knees) and a satisfying recapturing of the past. Though they’re using the same blend of dazed psychedelia and quirky country-rock that defined past their peaks, Meat Puppets sound older, wiser, and considerably less rough. This is probably for the best; no one appreciates past-their-prime punk has-beens faking rawness. The essential elements remain: Curt Kirkwood’s groggy vocals, the oddball guitar work, simple riffs washed in haze and whimsy. Highlights include the rolling drift of the catchy title track, the alt-rock throwback “Blanket Of Weeds,” and the bouncy “Nursery Rhyme.” The band has never been more brightly harmonic than on the album-closer “Love Mountain,” and by the time they get there, it’s clear that they’ve still got some good music to make....full text |
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