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Radio announcers, movie soundtracks, and Santeria chants are just some of the things you might think of while listening to poet Edwin Torres's debut disc, Holy Kid. When Torres works only with words, he pays particular att... more »
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Radio announcers, movie soundtracks, and Santeria chants are just some of the things you might think of while listening to poet Edwin Torres's debut disc, Holy Kid. When Torres works only with words, he pays particular attention to the nuances of sound. It's a smooth sonic ride throughout, with Torres shifting gears from track to track, easily navigating the sublime and the goofy. "Exotic Poem" has Torres declaiming a relatively straight-up poem in a strong, sensual manner. "A Page from the Flictionary of Deafeningition: Part 1, A" features the poet in dramatic word-bending mode as he almost-sings the playful text accompanied by moody handsaw, impressionistic percussion, and drifting keyboards. Holy Kid is not a solemn aural transcription--it's a musical record; you'll throw it on your player just as often and with as much glee as you would a favorite rock or hip-hop album. --Fred Cisterna
Between Finnegan's Wake and I Love Lucy.
Kenneth Goldsmith (firstname.lastname@example.org) | New York City, USA | 12/06/1998
(4 out of 5 stars)
"There was a moment back in the late 80s when hiphop fused playful linguistic experimentation with psychedelia and cleverly appropriated pop samples, creating a beat-based Joycean stew. Around that time, I was in my apartment one day with the windows open and coming from the street I heard a boombox cranking out what could only be termed musique concrète. I was astonished and ran over to the window. I listened carefully as the noise grew nearer, and discovered a moment later that beats were buried somewhere in the mix. The next minute, the beats were going full blast over a field of tape-manipulated whooshes and whirrs, which was soon followed by a rapper's voice spinning goofy acid-laced Dr. Seuss rhymes. It was a perfect moment, a true synthesis of the museum and the street. Unfortunately, that hiphop moment was all too brief and was soon displaced by the narrower vision of gangsta rap. But Edwin Torres's new record is an heir to that moment. It's the most synthetic-as in synthesizing many elements-record I've come across in a long time. Torres brings together an astonishing number of styles and concerns and fuses them into a playful unified statement. In a time when musicians are seeking ever narrower turf for marketing purposes, Torres is moving in the opposite direction, casting as wide a net as possible. It's an inspiring stance and the good news is that he actually pulls it off. "Holy Kid" is a very gentle record consisting of loopy samples, acoustic guitars, tropical rhythms, theremins, hand saws, pebble percussion, choirs and jazz beats. There's a spaced-out feeling to the whole affair that comes from Torres's lilting singsong voice. It's a record that takes its own sweet time; it's a moment of peace and introspection created in the midst of urban frenzy. It could be a great children's record-its sounds are just as important as what's being said. And then there's a whole cartoony aspect to the disc: Torres dons an army of voices that are slightly stretched, warped and twisted to subtle comic effect. It's hard to believe that they all come from the same person. While most of it is studio-produced, one track, "Pastoral Watusi," is a wonderful live duet with drummer Sean G. Meehan. Stripped of all studio tricks, it's just voice and a small drum kit and it's here that Torres's talent really comes through. In this five-minute chant, Torres falls into an acoustic trance, spinning short sentences with a semi-narrative that relies more on formal poetic meter than rap influence. The spartan drumming invokes smoky Lenny Bruce-era strip joints alongside Torres's Lord-Buckley-on-tranquilizers rant. It's everything you always fantasized the legacy of Beat performance poetry would be. "Holy Kid" straddles a position somewhere between Finnegans Wake and I Love Lucy. It's Gertrude Stein drunk on tequila; it's Jerry Lewis reciting the Ursonate; it's William Carlos Williams fronting a psychedelic band at the Fillmore East. It's Q-Tip as King Lear. It reconciles the diametrically opposed poetic agendas of the Nuyorican Cafe and Language Poetry, creating a type of sound poetry sure to interest both groups. By ripping through convention and style, Torres creates something so new that "Holy Kid" is sure to embarrass small minds still clinging to minute agendas."