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| Artist |
Straw Dogs |
| Title |
Any Place at All |
| Label |
Crafty Records |
| Reviewer |
Joe Hartlaub |
| Rating |
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Straw Dogs was the title of a movie released in the early 1970s, a violent
little number that contained a lot of basic truths much too politically
incorrect to show up much on television these days. The film starred Dustin
Hoffman in a role that his liberal buddies have no doubt forgiven him for,
and he played a central part in one of the movie's most controversial
moments, wherein The Graduate himself, in a cathartic moment for his
character, snapped a bear trap about the body of one of the film's many bad
guys. It is but one of the film's many memorable moments --- Sam Peckinpah,
the underappreciated director of Straw Dogs, was proud of the fact that the
film was the first mainstream film to show, uh, well, an act that's illegal
in the state of Louisiana---and if you've seen the film, you'll remember it.
Which brings us to Straw Dogs, the duo. Their CD ANY PLACE AT ALL doesn't
have any really memorable moments. That's not to say it's unpleasant. No, not
at all. These are medium- paced songs about love and losing and leaving, with
your basic acoustic guitar, piano, and drum arrangements. It's the type of
thing y ou'd put on during a dinner date, a first sinner date, where you want
to subliminally assure your date that you have no intention of jumping her
bones, or that you would play on a Sunday morning after the Saturday night
when you finally do. No bear traps here. The problem with ANY PLACE AT ALL is
that there is nothing really memorable about it, good or bad. "Out of Breath"
is a standout track, a song about running out of road with some interesting
chord progressions and sentiments, but even of this track there just isn't
much...life. Straw Dogs is from Seattle and though that city has a reputation
as the birthplace of grunge rock it also has a lot of coffee companies. And
that is what ANY PLACE AT ALL is. Coffeehouse music, well done. Good enough
that if the band starts playing in the middle of your latte, you won't leave
before you finish it. You might even order another one. But you won't stick
around beyond that, or even remember much about the music. You'll walk away
with a pleasant feeling, but without a buzz. Other than from the coffee,
that is.
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