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Ira Marlowe, "Save the Day" Brilliant unknown songwriter--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.
Reviewer: Tamara Turner, CD Baby Music Editor/Reviewer
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.
Review: Ira Marlowe, "Save the Day"
"Dark Corners" Ira Marlowe at Sacred Grounds, San Francisco
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. (Kate Howser)
Review: Ira Marlowe, "Songs From The House of Wax"
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.
Review: Ira Marlowe, "Songs From The House of Wax"
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