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10 of 10 people found the following review helpful:
5.0 out of 5 stars
A Ribald Rhythmic Feast, 1 Nov 2008
There is something unique, uplifting and ultimately endearing about
Gogol Bordello and their fourth album 'Super Taranta !'
Mr Hutz and chums return with a generous collection of fourteen new songs.
All the qualities we have come to love are here once again in spades.
Brash good humour; ribald rhythm; searing satirical obsrvation and memorable
singalong choruses . Crikey !! What more could you want ?!
The ensemble playing is, as ever, edgy, energetic and uproariously committed.
Mr Hutz brings this collection alive with his roguish charm
and rapturous, rasping vocal delivery.
You can almost smell the brandy on his breath in the passionately wayward
performance of 'Alcohol'.
If 'Suddenly...(I Miss Carpaty)' doesn't have you up on all four paws dancing
then you don't have a soul in your body.
'Wanderlust King'; 'Tribal Connection'; 'Super Taranta !' and 'Dub The Frequencies Of Love'
are all splendidly focussed performances.
'Supertheory Of Supereverything' has a bite every bit as memorable as 'Start Wearing Purple'.
'Harem In Tuscany (Taranta)' is a five star hoot !
There's not a wasted moment here.
Maybe even The Wolf has a little Gypsy Punk blood in his veins.
Highly recommended.
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9 of 13 people found the following review helpful:
5.0 out of 5 stars
Gypsy punks strike yet again, 11 Jul 2007
With their distinctive mix of Balkan beat and punk, Gogol Bordello strike yet again with another frenzied punk party record.
However, this album is definitely not just more of the same. There's a bit more experimenting with the ingredients this time. Folky elements and acoustic guitar a turned up a little, and the harder punky elements toned down. The energy however, is not lost, and the songs on this album play with the pace, building up tension with dramatic folk melodies and then suddenly kicking in with furious drumming and manic accordian with Hutz wailing and roaring over the top.
Gogol Bordello have yet to dissapoint. I challenge anyone to listen to this album and sit still. You won't be able to resist these rowdy tunes.
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5 of 10 people found the following review helpful:
4.0 out of 5 stars
Dancing taranta, 15 Jul 2007
Gogol Bordello hit the big -- or biggish -- time with their last album of raucous gypsy-punk, which coincided with frontman Eugene Hutz's screen debut.
And they stick to their past sound in "Super Taranta!" -- a mad, frenetic rock ride splattered with heavy doses of Balkan folk music. It would be nice to hear some variety in their sound and vibe, but their energy and wildness hasn't failed them.
"If we are here not to do/what you and I wanna do?/And go for rubber, crazy with it/why the hell we are livin' here? DAH!" Eugene Hutz calls out a capella...
... just before the music lapses into a swaying, colourful Balkan melody... which goes into fast-forward about halfway through. Hutz is roaring and growning about how "there were never any good old days/they are today, they are tomorrow!/It's a stupid thing to say" as the music revs around him.
It gets even more energetic in the wild festival sound of "Wonderlust King," and the driving bass-rocker "Zina Marina." With those done, they spin off into a series of energetic Balkan rockers: accordion pop, jibbering fiddlerock, darkly gleeful punk, wailing guitar laments, and what sounds like the theme song to a gypsy James Bond movie.
It has to be admitted, Gogol Bordello hasn't really changed their sound much -- it's frenetic, colourful, slightly messy and very insane, without a shred of self-consciousness. It's a Jackson Pollock of Balkan noise.
But "Super Taranta" does adjust their sound a bit -- there's a bit more gypsy in their music, and a few bits less punk. We get a tangle of raging, twining guitar and bass (and Eliot Ferguson's solid drums) driving the melodies along, but often they're swathed in dancey fiddle and blaring accordion. It's a pretty wild ride, all around.
And Hutz provides practically all the vocals, in a voice that always sounds like he's about to pop a cord. Raw, rough, untamed. He growls, wails, howls, and roars out his political, party-hearty lyrics: "My strange uncles from beyond/I'll meet 'em on the cosmos street/and we will drink to how we told/to never trust a plastic beat!"
"Super Taranta" is the sort of music that gets your heart racing and adrenaline shooting. A raucous, wild party album for an East European festival.
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