Pin It

That's What Happened to that Album: Coyo and Shireen Amini triumphantly resurface 

It's something of a testament to the productivity of Central Oregon's music scene that music CDs - whether they come from record labels, local promoters

It's something of a testament to the productivity of Central Oregon's music scene that music CDs - whether they come from record labels, local promoters pushing out-of-town acts, or local players - tend to stack up around here like panties at a Neil Diamond show. At times, the sheer quantity of music coming across your trusted Source Weekly writers' desks means some solid albums are bound to get buried for awhile without ever seeing the inside of a pair of headphones. Here are two such relatively recent, rediscovered works from local artists - stay tuned for future excavations.

click to enlarge Image
  • Image

The West


There are some bands that just couldn't have been born anywhere but right here in good ol' fashioned Glossy Brochure Central Oregon - where pines, mountains and streams meet junipers and jackrabbits. Local acoustic trio Coyo is one such entity.

Flute player Ron Laws, drummer/percussionist Dale Largent, and guitarist Tim Moore's sound seems like it came straight from a campfire deep in the woods, where amplifiers and microphones seem about as out of place as neckties, BMWs and those dudes who stand on street corners wearing "Big Furniture Sale!" signs.

Yes, the tools of the Coyo trade are unabashedly wooden and earthy, and their instruments echo the birds and the wind more than they relate to anything you'll find on Bend's fancy-pants Wall Street. (or even Galveston Ave!)

The trio follows up 2003's Listen to the Wind with The West, another full-length exercise in Native American-inspired world music, blended with jazz, blues and more.

At first crack, The West may sound like anything you might hear in any crystals and incense shop from here to the coast. Digging a little deeper, though, the mournful and/or reflective sounds of caves, rainstorms and yes - actual birds - are pretty well balanced with other things you can feel even without escaping modern civilization. The best track is probably "Indigenous Blues," which mates Moore's reverberating guitar with guest violin from Julie Southwell. At 6 and a half minutes, it makes time for instrumental jaunts for those two as well as Laws and Largent, and the overall effect is subtly western - it wouldn't sound out of place on the soundtrack for 3:10 to Yuma.

Things sound a little self-indulgent and a little less than watertight on tracks like "Cojam," where extra players tote dununba, snare drum and didgeridoo to the drum circle. Still, the intentions are pure, and it's kinda cool to watch what happens when urban funk gets mixed with pine needle aesthetics. It's all good, friend.

click to enlarge Image
  • Image
Shireen Amini

Turnaround EP


A penchant for rhythmic propulsion and musical multiculturalism, somewhat akin to the Coyo manifesto, fuels the debut record from California-Bend transplant Shireen Amini.

One difference here is that there's less apparent fear of electrons and layered tracks, so the sound is often more dense - there's a lot going on in the speakers at any given time.

Justifying her solo billing, Amini takes the reins with vocals, guitars, drums, percussion and various keyboards throughout the album. Guest players fill things out nicely, most notably with Flamenco guitar and horns.

Amini keeps things engaging throughout all seven songs on the EP, though a somewhat nasally vocal tone and an overabundance of interpersonal sentiment are sometimes distracting. "Coffee Shop Blues" has the warm soul of a Stevie Wonder song, but the face of a yawny adult contempo riff. Purer successes include "Even When," a slow piano song that showcases Amini's considerable vocal potential; "Ladies," an ode to individual beauty and dignity, and the volatile Latin romp "Baila Conmigo."

Pin It

Speaking of On Stage


Subscribe to this thread:

Add a comment

Join Our Newsletter

Latest in Sound Features

  • Standing the Test of Time

    Standing the Test of Time

    Grammy Winner Marc Cohn discusses the longevity of "Walking in Memphis" and songs with staying power
    • Jan 17, 2018
  • Let it Rip

    Let it Rip

    Reverend Horton Heat continues to bring high-energy, modern rockabilly to the stage
    • Jan 10, 2018
  • Social Commentary with a Groove

    Social Commentary with a Groove

    The Lique takes their Las Vegas-based hip-hop-meets-jazz sound on the road to not only get minds thinking, but to get bodies moving
    • Jan 10, 2018
  • More »

More by Jeff Trainor

  • Kool Keith: Genius or Madman? Examining the evidence on a hip hop legend

    Kool Keith: Genius or Madman? Examining the evidence on a hip hop legend

    Exhibit A: Institutionalization You're crazy, not me.In the interest of public safety, we hereby present biographical information on Bronx-based hip hop MC and accused madman, Keith Thornton. The first exhibit in evidence: Reports that Thornton was once a psychiatric patient in the Bellevue mental hospital, New York, New York. Thornton denies the hospitalization, which reportedly took place shortly before the 1985 debut of his former rap group, Ultramagnetic MCs. He attempted to brush off the widespread reports of the event as mere products of the music industry rumor mill in a recent phone interview with the Source Weekly:
    • Feb 13, 2009
  • On the Horizon

    On the Horizon

    Wilco Confirmed! Famous last words, right? Indeed, if Modest Mouse has taught us anything, it's that announcements of hugely awesome flannel shirt≠≠≠-related (we hereby declare a moratorium on the phrase "indie") bands playing shows at Les Schwab Amphitheater are best taken with a grain of salt.
    • Apr 23, 2008
  • Ye-eah! Fake Metallica tears up the pub

    Ye-eah! Fake Metallica tears up the pub

    just like the real thing, except in a much smaller stadium.In the spirit of fearlessly exploring the oft-scary phenomenon of tribute bands, Sound Check moseyed over to the Reed Pub Company last Saturday night to catch a face full of Motorbreath. Around a hundred souls were holding down the wee pub's peanut shell-sprinkled floor and spilling out into the smokers' patio outside when we showed up. Once the openers were done, the smoke machines had the joint socked in and the audience had had their fill of obnoxious Nickelback hits on the sound system, the main event started at darn near the stroke of midnight.
    • Mar 19, 2008
  • More »

© 2018 LAY IT OUT INC | 704 NW GEORGIA, BEND, OREGON 97703  |   Privacy Policy

Website powered by Foundation