Czech Republic - Luna Kafé - Full Moon 15 - 01/12/98
Pro postizene zaplavami
This Bonton Music's For the Flood's Victims compilation was
released by the Czech Republic's largest entertainment conglomerate in
response to the catastrophic floodings this past summer. All the sale
proceedings were donated to the flood victims.
Compiled by Martin Simandl, these 17 cuts represent some of the
greatest stars of the Czech pop scene. Lide jsou nekdy zli
(Sometimes People Are Mean) by
Ota Balage sets an appropriately somber mood with acoustic guitar, piano
and a soprano saxophone, and thanks to interesting synthesized sounds and
some awkward lyrics, the next cut Maksimig by J.A.R. turns out to
be a rather charming rap (isn't that an oxymoron?)
However, the next selections get annoying very fast. First Karel
Strihavka + No Guitars' D.J. Zdenda which contains mostly
acoustical instruments and badly rapped verses. Then Rano
(Morning) by Laura a jeji tygri would be a passable bluesy harmonica
shuffle, but K. Sucha's imitations of Mick Jagger mannerisms get in the
way. And Naceva's Zelenej drak (Green Kite) is just plain stupid.
Hey, hey, hey.
Then comes Eben Brother's be-bop Chuze (Walk) and a madrigal
Jeden dzban (One Pitcher) by Hruby, Mustill, Prokop a Skoumal.
Berkeley by BSP tries to rock, while Ivan Hlas' nostalgic
Takova kouzelna noc (Such A Magical Night) round off this very
eclectic section of the album.
Not surprisingly, Janek Ledecky can't make any sense out of Pena
dni. Does 'Foam Of The Days' make any sense to you? And the next
three cuts are too embarrassing to even mention. Then the instrumental
911 by Dusan Antalik is a simple, long and boring guitar exercise
and Hudba Praha's Divoky srdce (Wild Heart) isn't any better.
So is there any hope for this collection? The excellent title cut
from YoYo Band's album Gejza is
here ('Women who look like the
Michelin man/With red hair coloring and plump laps/Traipse up and down
the staircase/And the cheep booze gives them a really bad
breath') and the reconciliatory Indianska dymka miru (The
Indian Peace Pipe) by Zluty pes
('Live the best you can/Light up
that old Indian Peace Pipe/I hope you'll like us/And forget about the
tomahawk') close the album.
Other than the qualitative and stylistic variety, there is nothing unifying
about these selections. On the other hand, Pro postizene zaplavami
represents an artistic and corporate social responsibility that was until now
generally unknown in the former East Europe.
Copyright © 1997 Ivan Sever