of wailing sax, counter-rhythmic bass and lots of percussion is all there is to the backing, and its plenty. The music may be simple, but the emotions are complex and heated. And when they slow down a little, as in the ardent bolero "Hoy Que He Vuelto A Recordar" or the strangely familiar "Ay Mami," (Ooo, Baby) they absolutely burn with romance. But then they tear it up again, and this is of course where they shine. As the high-octane merengue takes hold at the end of "Ay Mami" you know you are on one of the Caribbean's great roller coasters, �Ultramerengue! (Green Linnet, 43 Beaver Brook Road, Danbury CT 06810 / 203-730-0333)
Coupe Cloue
Maximum Compas from Haiti
Earthworks/Caroline)
I have a friend who loves Haitian music who absolutely cringes when she hears Coupe Cloue, considering him crass, mass market dreck. But then, I bought my first album of his compas music after reading glowing reports from John Roberts at Original Music, who called it bequiling, jaunty and scintillating, no small praise, given the source. On Maximum Compas from Haiti the music is easy going, a clever mix of merengue, jazz and Haitian folk that is simply marvelous. The guitar work is fine and the the singing is smooth and sweet. The lyrical content is risque, to say the least. Coup� Clou� is totally obsessed with sex, with double entrendres infiltrating every level, from his name ( a play on the soccer term "cut and nail," both words slang for intercourse) to the simplest of sentiments in the lyrics, all to be taken with a grain of salt, I suppose. While it never approaches the energy or passion of the better Boukman Eksperyens tracks, it does have an irresistable charm that makes it go down as easy as a rum and cola on a hot summer's eve; in moderation, a pleasant repast.
Caribbean Revels
Smithsonian Folkways
These late seventies recordings of rara from Haiti and gaga from Haitians in the Dominican Republic are as raw and beautiful as music can get, music that is both spiritual in purpose and secular and visceral in execution. The clack of sticks, the hocketing call and response of bamboo horns and the mesmerizing spirit of the singers and dancers come through remarkably clear in this collection. - CF
Boukman Eksperyans
Kalfou Danjere
Mango
I was pleased but not overwhelmed by Mango's first album by this band. It lacked punch, and certainly didn't live up to the band's live shows. Kalfou Danjere (Dangerous Crossroads) more than makes up the difference, mixing the vodoun of Haiti with electronic accents and a new world view. Their political and religious experiences reflect the hard life and the possibilities of Haiti, one of the Caribbean's most hard-pressed islands. It also reflects the conflicts musically, mingling the shakers, drums and voices of vodou with African electric guitar riffs, American rock and jazz and sampling keyboards. "Jou Nou Revolte (The Day We Revolt)" rocks hard, a fat bass line propelling the voices of revolution. "Bay Bondye Giwa (Give Glory To God)" is simple beauty; a raw, Marley-esque folk song with subtle hints of technology. Personal favorite is the mixture of South African soul and Haitian cool in "Naam Nan Boutey (Soul In A Bottle)," splendid for its coarse texture. Pioneering rather than restructuring the rara of Haiti will bring this band far more success, and bring both the culture and the plight of their country to an audience often willing to let the rest of the world fade into the background.
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