Ira Marlowe is a Oakland's sweet little secret. He's a singer/songwriter (and) I would like to scream his talent from Twin Peaks so he'd have more exposure. He has a way of getting under your skin. I believe he sold his soul to the devil to develop the sound that he continues to perfect. There will soon be a time when he completely blows up Tom Waits style and you can say you saw him when.
Ira has a deep back catalog of music to pull from. His brilliant lyrics and delivery makes him one of my favorite singer/songwriters.
Nothing puts a singer-songwriter show in perspective like walking into a dimly lit, low-ceilinged cafe right after leaving a music-industry frying pan like last week's NARM convention. The transition from big money, hundreds of drinking schmoozers and the radio-retail machine to free entertainment, a few dedicated fans and friends, and artists selling their own CDs came as a welcome shock. An intimate show like Ira Marlowe's at Sacred Grounds is a reminder that, when stripped down to its core, music is really about a performer, an instrument and an audience. Even though he claimed he was going hoarse, Marlowe's voice was as powerful as it was ragged. That and his affable demeanor enabled him to take the crowd on a journey through his colorful world of passé gods, Gen X slackers, and medieval prophets. Though his melodies and guitar playing were more than commendable, Marlowe really shone in his storytelling. In "Old Zeus", an up-tempo, wry conversation with the Big Guy, he sang, "Look at all the skinny gods who stole your thunder / Look at the almighty one I loved and feared / with pain in his eyes and food in his beard." Smiling and laughing with the crowd, Marlowe was equally comfortable delivering introspective songs such as "Losertown", a serious, almost angry piece in which he lambastes twentysomething, keepin'-it-real-in-the-Mission hipsters: "This low-rent life is gettin' so fashionable / Yeah, but I was on the floor before / these new suburban social divers / came along and cluttered up the scene / And I was going nowhere / back when nowhere wasn't such a place to be." It's too bad there aren't larger venues for singer-songwriters to perform in, because Marlowe's charisma and talent are exactly what music industry marketers are trying to cultivate like a test-tube baby. The real thing is gestating right under their noses and they don't even see it. |
“With vocals that can't decide whether to be driving at hope or
resigned to dejection coupled with a warm and resonant mix of Folk
and Pop styles that flitter between Jazz-touched and
Americana-touched sonicism, you might detect simiarlities from R.E.M.
to Sting to James Taylor but the singular voice of Marlowe penetrates
with well-blended subtleties, making for an altogether curiously
charming album, both openly vulnerable yet proudly self-contained.
Listen after listen, it continues to grow on you.”
Ira Marlowe - Save the Day (CD, Caliban, Pop)
Though he's been writing and recording for years...this is most likely the album that will introduce the public at large to the music of Ira Marlowe. For anyone who ever enjoyed John Cale at his peak...or even The Blue Nile's first album...you will most certainly get a major charge out of the material on Save the Day. Marlowe writes material that comes straight from his heart. His compositions are smart and instantly memorable...and the arrangements are always exact and perfectly suited for the material. Marlowe's vocals sound very much like the previously mentioned Cale...although his songs have a depth and honest nature sadly missing in most of John's later efforts. Ira Marlowe is, without a doubt, one of the most talented (and virtually unknown) songwriters we've heard in years. His ability to write melodies that stick in the mind is amazing. And his ability to transfer his ideas and feelings through his music is 100% effective and real. Top notch tunes such as "Arielle," "Living With Robots," and "Troublesome Sky" make this album a superb spin from start to finish. HIGHLY RECOMMENDED.
| Ira Marlowe's songs take today's music a step in the Frank Sinatra of the 21st Century direction. He's developing into a saloon crooner, if such an animal can survive in our times. His vocal inflections are those of a man on his fifth highball who's trying to pick you up, more out of habit than desire. There's romance and sadness here, told in the complicated way that comes from experience, that comes from too much time, as one song says, "hanging out in the bathroom of a Trailways station". It's the Gin Blossoms for grown-ups. |
A true original, San Francisco singer-songwriter Ira Marlowe has explored multiple genres and multiple storytelling forms—from comic to fantastic to personal—in a quest to match the ideas he wants to communicate with the ideal entertainment vessel. Marlowe’s new album Save the Day sticks with a spacey mid-tempo folk-rock style, fitting his Michael Penn-like vocals, but the songs’ subject matter sway from romance to worldly terror, with more than one song about robots and monsters. The puckish, purposeful eccentricity manifests most succinctly on the magnificent “House,” which uses the clichés of old Hollywood haunted houses to describe the state of the singer’s life before his newest love arrived. It’s a clever conceit, and suitably spooky. —NM
| Most writers have something to say. Very few, however, manage to say it with the originality and imagination Ira Marlowe displays on "Songs From The House of Wax". Based in San Francisco, Marlowe is a major league talent that deserves to be heard.
Like any good house of wax, Marlowe spotlights some famous names: Cleopatra turns up in "Proper Bagdad", a "prisoner of the way they say it oughta be...". Zeus gets reprimanded for "all those skinny gods who stole your thunder" in "Old Zeus". Then there is the sad plight of Nostradamus who says he "never really knew / all the crazy dreams he had / had a way of coming true." The fire of righteous indignation fuels "Losertown" and the "suburban social divers" who inhabit it. A more forgiving light shines on the late-nighters in "5:00 At The Satellite". Marlowe is a multi-instrumentalist and as a producer, he creates aural landscapes as intriguing as the characters who walk them. In its theme and sound, House of Wax is not at all unlike the late Eighties classic "Boomtown" by David & David. "Frame me, name me, call me anything you like / but call me, call me, tell me I'm a thing you like," he pleads in "Must Be Art". While it's said in sarcastic jest, you'll probably find yourself more than willing to take him up on it. |
| "Save The Day" : Smart, funny, moving, memorable It's very rare to hear a CD which is both immediately accessible (i.e. catchy) and yet has a depth and complexity which makes is sound better and better with each subsequent listen. Marlowe's voice is vaguely reminiscent of Michael Stipe or Sting in tonal quality, but there is a very distinct personality which comes through his phrasing and enunciation, the sound of someone facing the hardships of life with wry, self-deprecating humor. Great lyrics, melodies, arrangements. In a perfect world, this is a platinum record. |