Natacha Atlas
Ayeshteni
[Mantra/Beggars Group]
Rating: 7.8
Natacha Atlas is the perfect representation of my gratitude for Pitchfork.
On my own, the likelihood that I would spend money on an album by a
Brussels-born singer who combines Western dance-pop and Arabic music, and
sings many of her strange songs in a Middle Eastern tongue, is... well, very
low. The CD bins of the world ooze greatness, and Atlas would have been
snagged in the early stages of my personal filter, the comb set to catch
anything I once considered vaguely "cheesy." And brother, I'm here to tell
you, the loss would have been mine.
But the Atlas promos arrived, and I'm a better man for it. Prior to hearing
Atlas for the first time two albums back, my knowledge of the music from the
cradle of civilization was limited to the guitar riff from "Kashmir," a
handful of Muslimgauze records, and whatever was playing at Kan Zaman when I
stopped in to get some falafel. I realize familiarity with Natacha Atlas
records doesn't exactly change this. She grew up in Belgium, moved to London,
and now lives in D.C.; she often sings in English and French; and I can't
imagine this music gets any play at all in the Near East. Still, for a
dilettante such as me, Atlas is an intriguing glimpse into an unfamiliar
world.
Indeed, it's exhilarating to hear catchy, danceable pop music built from a
different rulebook. For example, though the beats throughout Ayeshteni
are varied with hip-hop, drum-n-bass and house flavors, they all have a
propulsive syncopation that can be traced back to some distant djembe
technique. The sweeping, bass-heavy strings that immediately identify a song
as "Middle Eastern" are employed liberally throughout, imparting a dark,
dramatic edge. The occasional saxophone breaks conjure images of klezmer.
And Atlas' call-and-response vocal arrangements, where a chorus of believers
answer her pronouncements, give tracks like "Shubra" and "Ashwa" a powerfully
communal feel.
There are some curveballs on the album, where Atlas strays from her central
ideas. One is the odd cover of Screamin' Jay Hawkins' "I Put a Spell on You."
It has a nice, chunky beat, but it seems like it should have been spookier
with the tools Atlas has at her disposal. "Ne Me Quitte Pas" is a Jacques
Brel tune that nicely blends his theatrical style with Atlas' Belgian/Moroccan
roots. And "Manbai" closes the album on a high note as Atlas' pristine voice
is cut to ribbons and looped over an insanely warm and funky house beat. It's
the most club-friendly track here, and one of the best, showing just how
portable Atlas' vision is. The manner in which she imports large chunks of
one musical world into another is inspired, and makes for an extremely
entertaining album. I owe this one to Pitchfork.
-Mark Richard-San