I Must Not Think About X…
…but obscure it all, it has to be mentioned! Of course, Exene Cervenka was a member of mythological punk rope X, utterly presumably a best punk rope to ever come out of Los Angeles. Still touring, they called recording quits in a early ‘90s after transforming themselves into a stone rope (Ain’t Love Grand) afterwards an Americana rope (See How We Are) and finally some arrange of bizarre choice stone mixture (Hey Zeus!). Exene expelled some solo albums, folky affairs, and afterwards founded, in new years, punk throwbacks Auntie Christ and a Original Sinners. She has also been a member of a neo-traditionalist nation supergroup a Knitters.
I was never crazy about her prior solo work—Auntie Christ or a Original Sinners—(check out a Knitters if we haven’t), so a brilliantly patrician The Excitement of Maybe is a genuine treat, showcasing Exene during a new songwriting and low-pitched peak. It’s a rather plain album, and had a few missteps been excised, it could have been utterly excellent. That is, however, what that “FF” symbol is for.
Starting clever with “Already in Love”, concurrently unhappy and carefree (that suggested maybe?), Exene uses a orchestration and prolongation to emanate a discernible atmosphere, something along a lines of early Dave Alvin, or Tom Waits marks like “Hold On” and “Time”. “Brand New Memory” finds her in her X bandmate/former father John Doe’s domain (she would after marry and divorce Viggo Mortensen): folk-inspired stone where a tune is unfortunately on vacation. As my confinement grew so early, we was relieved that she creates adult for it with her strongest new track, “Alone In Arizona”, that comes out like an reasonably southwestern Fleetwood Mac with guitar noodling a la Tom Verlaine—a pleasing and singular package.
“Falling”, “I Wish It Would Stop Raining”, and “Turning With a World” are a contingent of clever tunes that find Exene finding a new clarity of melody: excellent, enchanting melodies, either they’re set in Calexico domain or presented in a form of a discerning cocktail ditty. “Dirty Snow” blankets us in a inside dried feel and is another glorious composition, proof Exene can so totally surpass a overrated Kathleen Edwards and Lucinda Williams.
Unfortunately, there are some bad thoughts around a corner. “I’ll Admit It Now” is a unsuccessful try during horn-filled country-soul; “Long Time Ago” doesn’t tumble distant from Springsteen though lacks his clearly unconstrained supply of hooks and energy, and “Someday I’ll Forget” is killed by a vocals. Exene has never been a unequivocally clever vocalist, creation adult for it with elegant lyrics and creativity, though here she not usually struggles with singing though employs rather ungainly phrasing. Even still, there are no disasters present.
The Excitement of Maybe isn’t a lapse to form—because there’s never unequivocally been a form to lapse to via all her low-pitched incarnations. It’s simply a strong, mostly beautiful manuscript by one of a many intriguing total in a final few decades of stone music.