Greg Dona
07/12/06, 10:55 PM
Miss Violetta Beauregarde - Odi Profanum Vulgus Et Arceo
Overall Score: 8.4/10
As a virgin reviewer I had no idea what lay in store for me deep behind the doors of what is to date my closest brush with press experience. I arrived believing writing a fruitless endeavor in that in exchange for my words I would receive only the satisfaction that I had, in part at least, produced published work. Yet I strived to get any position possible contributing to whatever site was willing to adopt a reviewer lacking in both skill and experience.
Soon I found my efforts, contrary to initial suppositions, rewarded with the most spectacular of payments; the Militia Group tossed an advanced copy of Cartel’s Chroma my way. Following initial bouts with getting my name as a credible source in the industry recognized labels and press agencies of various orientations and sizes carelessly flung CDs my way. I zealously and naively believed I’d stumbled upon a previously undiscovered gold mine; soon I would be overwhelmed with hundreds of albums from elusive groups complete with limitless talent and unhindered potential. Unfortunately, I soon discovered that most bands are, in fact, not exactly perfect fits to the aforementioned criteria.
Miss Violetta Beauregarde proves the perfect mold to my ideal crew stated above. In many instances too much of a good thing proves less than perfect. For example, I love both pistachios and ice cream but despise pistachio ice cream. This group shows that at times too much of a good thing just doesn’t exist. Miss Violetta Beauregarde mixes trippy beats often reserved for the most exotic of European dance clubs with blood-curdling shrieks reminiscent of those of scene favorites the Blood Brothers to unbelievable success. The musicians toy with electronic loops to create haunting noises which manage still to inspire body movement, if only in the most indie of senses. Shredding vocal work reminds the listener of the genre present by disturbing each aural cavity and lending a harder slant to the disc. Somehow these seemingly incompatible traits mesh unnaturally to form a masterful blend of creativity and ingenuity.
The main obstacle it seems once an effective unique sound is established for groups looking to achieve extensive popularity is brevity, or more accurately the lack thereof. Groups taking after trend-setters and musical role models the Mars Volta strive to emulate their tracks both in sound and length. The vast majority of persons however lack the patience to sit through a lesser talented group’s musings. Miss Violetta Beauregarde keeps tracks below two minutes for the most part and the sixteen track album plays out in a measly span of slightly under 20 minutes. This spawns both a record ideal for the ADD-riddled fan and a continuous piece that runs almost as if it were a twenty minute song.
Pleasant surprises usually end up being more rewarding than expected successes. Finding a new group especially by total accident which satiates one’s musical needs is one of the most rewarding experiences possible for the noise junkie. I maintain Miss Violetta Beauregarde might provide your fix.
Overall Score: 8.4/10
As a virgin reviewer I had no idea what lay in store for me deep behind the doors of what is to date my closest brush with press experience. I arrived believing writing a fruitless endeavor in that in exchange for my words I would receive only the satisfaction that I had, in part at least, produced published work. Yet I strived to get any position possible contributing to whatever site was willing to adopt a reviewer lacking in both skill and experience.
Soon I found my efforts, contrary to initial suppositions, rewarded with the most spectacular of payments; the Militia Group tossed an advanced copy of Cartel’s Chroma my way. Following initial bouts with getting my name as a credible source in the industry recognized labels and press agencies of various orientations and sizes carelessly flung CDs my way. I zealously and naively believed I’d stumbled upon a previously undiscovered gold mine; soon I would be overwhelmed with hundreds of albums from elusive groups complete with limitless talent and unhindered potential. Unfortunately, I soon discovered that most bands are, in fact, not exactly perfect fits to the aforementioned criteria.
Miss Violetta Beauregarde proves the perfect mold to my ideal crew stated above. In many instances too much of a good thing proves less than perfect. For example, I love both pistachios and ice cream but despise pistachio ice cream. This group shows that at times too much of a good thing just doesn’t exist. Miss Violetta Beauregarde mixes trippy beats often reserved for the most exotic of European dance clubs with blood-curdling shrieks reminiscent of those of scene favorites the Blood Brothers to unbelievable success. The musicians toy with electronic loops to create haunting noises which manage still to inspire body movement, if only in the most indie of senses. Shredding vocal work reminds the listener of the genre present by disturbing each aural cavity and lending a harder slant to the disc. Somehow these seemingly incompatible traits mesh unnaturally to form a masterful blend of creativity and ingenuity.
The main obstacle it seems once an effective unique sound is established for groups looking to achieve extensive popularity is brevity, or more accurately the lack thereof. Groups taking after trend-setters and musical role models the Mars Volta strive to emulate their tracks both in sound and length. The vast majority of persons however lack the patience to sit through a lesser talented group’s musings. Miss Violetta Beauregarde keeps tracks below two minutes for the most part and the sixteen track album plays out in a measly span of slightly under 20 minutes. This spawns both a record ideal for the ADD-riddled fan and a continuous piece that runs almost as if it were a twenty minute song.
Pleasant surprises usually end up being more rewarding than expected successes. Finding a new group especially by total accident which satiates one’s musical needs is one of the most rewarding experiences possible for the noise junkie. I maintain Miss Violetta Beauregarde might provide your fix.