H E A R__I T

"Ancient Cryme"
(733k)

- - - - - - - -

T A B L E__T A L K

What are the worst song lyrics of all time? Cast your vote in the music section of Table Talk.

- - - - - - - -

R E C E N T L Y

Replacements
All for Nothing
Reprise
(10/29/97)

Lucinda Williams
Live at the Fillmore
San Francisco
(10/28/97)

Various Artists
Everybody Wants Some
Cherrydisc/Roadrunner
David Lee Roth
The Best
Rhino
(10/27/97)

Edwyn Collins
I'm Not Following you
Setanta/Epic
(10/24/97)

Everclear
So Much for
the Afterglow
Capitol
(10/23/97)

BROWSE THE
MUSIC ARCHIVES

- - - - - - - -

V O W E L L

Sound Salvation
By Sarah Vowell
True blue tributes
(09/19/97)

- - - - - - - -

F E A T U R E

Almost Heaven:
John Denver 1943-1997
Dawn Eden remembers the man whose music left no room for cynicism (10/14/97)

Of all the bands currently veering into the not-so-grassy knoll of cornball pop, Helium has proven itself surprisingly well-suited for that slippery and often muddy slope. "Magic City" has all the usual goofy '70s trappings: catchy guitar riffs with distortion that can only be described as cheery; relentless keyboards, featuring whistling, explosions and popping spaceship sounds; and most tempos exactly on par with the theme song to "Starsky and Hutch." Even songs that start down the traditional rambling guitar-driven Helium path get hijacked halfway through and end up somewhere between "Austin Powers" and "Moonraker" soundtrack material.

Unbelievably enough, it comes off like a charm. Mary Timony has always demonstrated a thrilling lack of self-consciousness in her songwriting, and "Magic City" is her least predictable, most successful effort to date.

Helium was harder to love in the early days. Timony's voice is unconventionally quiet and airy, and often tends to follow her guitar line note by note. Plus, Helium could never be described as "tight." Yet they always managed to offer up a sort of awkward grace that eventually won your loyalty like a clumsy but affectionate mutt.

On "Magic City," Timony and bassist Ash Bowie, who co-wrote a handful of songs, unabashedly attack a wide range of styles, melodies and textures. Like Kate Bush or Fleetwood Mac, Timony seems perfectly comfortable taking a flying leap from what sounds like the score of "Sweeney Todd" to the middle of ABBA's "Arrival." And, like Kate Bush or Stevie Nicks, she's preoccupied with otherworldly imagery -- her songs are littered with vampires, angels, dragons, stars. But that sarcastic edge in her voice tells us not to take any of it too seriously. In one of her more melodramatic tunes, "Cosmic Rays," she suddenly admits, "I don't really care about this song." With so many devils and dragons around, it's sometimes a relief to find her glib sense of humor lurking behind the next corner.

"Aging Astronauts" has a great ominous guitar riff and pleasing space-travel sounds, a little like Traffic's "Rainmaker." "Medieval People" is the Human League meets "CHiPs" chase-scene, replete with giddy dance breaks and explosions. "Ancient Cryme" has vaguely Middle-Eastern chord progressions and the unforgettable line, "Am I not soft enough for you?" "Cosmic Rays" sounds like the title suggests, with almost (gasp) Grateful Dead-like noodling on the mandolin, along with occasional soaring violins that bring to mind a soundtrack for "The Hobbit."

Sounds like pure torture, doesn't it? That's what makes "Magic City" so ... well, you know. Combining such a wide range of sounds is terribly ambitious, and, based on their earlier albums, few would peg Helium as the band to pull it off. Yet they manage to champion this hellish hybrid of influences into as cohesive and enjoyable a mix as Beck's "Odelay."

While "Magic City" might not be the Album of the Year, Helium deserves some serious notice for successfully taking the trend du jour -- nostalgic electropop -- and crafting it into such an enjoyable dark comedy, starring Timony as a dreamy, often unapologetically bitter heroine with a razor-sharp wit. But who else could pull off such glibly silly lyrics as "All of my friends in L.A. love me more than you"? Helium is a less kind, less gentle B-52s for the late '90s. What better antidote for the bubble-gum-flavored sawdust that is the current alternative grind?
Oct. 30, 1997