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Release Date: 06/24/2008
Ry Cooder has always been a musical storyteller, from his self-titled debut album (which featured both well-known and under-recognized folk, blues, swing, and jug tunes) to
Boomer's Story, his last two offerings for
Nonesuch (
Chavez Ravine and
My Name Is Buddy), and his many film scores (including those for
The Long Riders,
Paris, Texas,
Last Man Standing,
Geronimo, and
The End of Violence, just to mention a few). When his contributions as a musicologist, producer, and collaborator -- such as his contributions to the various
Buena Vista Social Club recordings (including the film score) and his work with
V.M. Bhatt,
Pops Staples,
Ersi Arvizu, and guitarist
Manuel Galbán of
Los Zafiros -- are included, he becomes a genuine mythmaker.
I, Flathead contributes to the weight of
Cooder's legend in many ways. First, there's the title, an obvious nod to the late
Isaac Asimov's
I, Robot; then there's the legend -- the entire story is told in a 100-page, hardbound novella that accompanies the Deluxe Edition -- about beatnik, country music nut, and salt-flats racer
Kash Buk, his band
the Klowns, the strange and wonderful extraterrestrial visitor called
Shakey, and
the Passenger who pursues him. It's even subtitled "The Songs of
Kash Buk and the Klowns." Finally, there's the music; it's a set of 14 original tunes that employ everything from country rockabilly to blues; strange, shimmering exotica; and Latin-influenced rock, swing, and mariachi music.
Musically, there isn't anything here you haven't heard from
Cooder before, but it's shaken and stirred differently and owes a nod or two to
Tom Waits' deadpan storytelling manner. This album doesn't have the futuristic Latin groove of
Chavez Ravine or the traveling dust-bowl balladic country and folk that was on
My Name Is Buddy, but it is simultaneously as welcoming and off-putting as both those earlier records. The songs can be enjoyed with or without the novella, as they were meant to stand apart. The story in it is directly related, but there is a story the recording tells on its own. The sound of the record is frighteningly crystalline for roots-oriented music -- the dirty-assed bottleneck slide guitar-fueled
"Ridin' with the Blues," with drummer
Jim Keltner and guitarist
Rene Camacho, feels too clean despite its tempo and loose vibe.
"Pink-O Boogie" follows with the same band -- with added percussion from
Joachim Cooder -- but the groove is nastier and dirtier, and feels like it could have come from the
Get Rhythm album in 1987. Near the end,
Jesús Guzmán arranges some crazy string work to take it out. The rootsy rocker
"Waitin' for Some Girl," where
Cooder plays everything but drums (courtesy of
Martin Pradler) sounds like a lost
John Hiatt tune from
Ry's
Slide Area period (it's also better than anything that
Hiatt has come up with himself in ages). Old pal
Flaco Jiménez lends his accordion to
"Filipino Dancehall Girl," a beautiful norteño tune that is kissed by cha-cha in
Joachim's rhythms.
"Spayed Kooley" is, as one might expect, a humorous Western swing jam, but played by a basic rock trio. And then there's the beautifully articulated swing ballad
"My Dwarf Is Getting Tired," one of the more beautifully warm broken love songs
Cooder has ever written -- and the string touches by
Guzmán make it a shuffling lounge fave. Ultimately, "quirky" doesn't begin to describe
I, Flathead, but it doesn't have to: this disc is simultaneously both vintage and futuristic
Cooder doing what he does best, offering listeners ghost traces of the past as they materialize on the dusty desert horizon like a mirage.
~Thom Jurek, All Music Guide
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