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$19.99 CD
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VARIOUS ARTISTS
Native America Calling: Music from Indian Country
(Trikont)
"Shan Ooh Jhee" Ulali
"Dohinoo" Morley Loon
While oh-so gently poking at the inflated iconicity and dubious appropriations of indigenous blood -- from "Hollywood Indians" to "fat, skinny, tall, blond Indians" -- Taos Pueblo musician / flute-maker Robert Mirabal opens the new Trikont compilation, Native America Calling, by rapping (think the Last Poets NOT Jigga) to the effect of our great diversity and, most importantly, that we are still here. Despite its unfortunate title (yes, there is a live call-in radio program of the same name), this Music from Indian Country is most welcome, the disc demonstrating that we have not only survived o'er centuries since European first contact and Columbus NOT discovering the Americas, but done so with the keen ability to process the surreal state of being reduced in the national imagination to (largely) Hollyweird Indians, city Indians, rez radicals-turned-thugs, and ever-stoic-and-earth-loving founts of eco-consciousness to be harvested at will by rapacious hippies. With brilliance and biting wit, the roll call of artists herein -- from those better known to the masses as thespians like Floyd Red Crow Westerman (1970's "Custer Died for Your Sins") to those often hidden in plain sight (rockabilly titan Link Wray, represented by "Shawnee Tribe" (1973); O.G. Zappa acolyte / Geronimo Black man Jimmy Carl Black) and adopted as a Magna Mater of freak-folk like Buffy Sainte-Marie (mercifully honored by inclusion of her pointed 2009 "No No Keshagesh," ultramodern enough to split the flock from the wise) -- proffer music that parallels the postwar progress of peoples reawakening and revolting after the previous era of genocide, resettlement, and the pernicious mis-education of far too many lost birds.
This collection owes little to the stereotypical native chanting every Westerner can readily summon like sugarplums in the mind (although the great Ulali be bringin' it beautiful... "Mahk Jchi" would be this here city Injun's new ringtone if she weren't such a frightful Luddite), nor to hoary themes of classic Hollywood films where "the entire Sioux nation" is about to swarm out and attack ye olde homestead; interestingly, the majority of the songs show an intriguing creolization whereby the African-derived aesthetics of their fellows in oppression (blackfolks) fuse in blends of rock & roll, jazz, reggae, disco, hip-hop, blues, and assorted other roots forms (with nods to holler music, too, of course). As a redbone, can sho'nuff appreciate the hybridity and recognition we ain't preserved in amber: you gotta thrash through Blackfire's "Is This Justice," headbang to (doubtless RATM Rosetta Stone) "Genocide in Progress" (Julien B., 1994), and create cyber cradleboards with Sistah Buffy. I, for one, am already eagerly anticipating the sequel (hopefully, faux sweat lodge-free). Indians, Indians, Indians -- yes, you can dig it, Hoss. [KCH]
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