This keeps happening: I peel the cellophane off of some CD by a band I’ve never heard of – say, Broken Spindles – and inside I hear something weird and brilliant. Then I notice the tiny little words ‘Saddle Creek’ on the label. And now they have another one for me: Mayday’s Bushido Karaoke, an album that’s not quite a classic but is nevertheless astonishing.
Bushido has the looseness, confidence, and total disregard for expectations that are becoming hallmarks of Saddle Creek releases. Mayday’s sound is a swirling pastiche with some stunning moments and others that get a bit tangled up in ideas; altogether Bushido Karate is uneven, but hints of great things to come. The first track, “Pelf Help,” is an immediately likeable Queen/Bowie style vamp; the next few tracks maintain the energy but don’t quite grab hold.
Don’t get impatient though, Mayday has more tricks up their sleeve. They mix in a gloomy, Leonard Cohen-ish number (“Burned My Hands”), a workable Gillian Welch cover (“I’m Not Afraid to Die”), and a gorgeous, nostalgic, Depression-era blues (“Billy Boy Blues”). Along the way they call to mind artists as diverse as Paul Westerberg and The Fiery Furnaces.
Bushido Karaoke isn’t a front-to-back winner, but they’re so impressive along the way that it’s almost beside the point. I get the sense that both Mayday and Saddle Creek can do anything they want these days. They’re making it look easy.
– Chris Smith
Mayday (Saddle Creek)