Women's Body Parts
For the listener familiar with the previous Women's Body Parts release or Scott Comanzo's work in general, this Women's Body Parts will reintroduce some familiar storylines and break into new musical territory at the same time. To the first time listener, know that this particular album represents the evolution of a story that has it's roots in real life and that delves into the realm of things that may sometimes seem better left unsaid. It reintroduces the desperation that has often been the inspiration behind Mr. Comanzo's work, but it seems more optimistic if such a paradox is possible. Life is still one stumble after another, although now the stumbling seems more anticipated and therefore more confident. There is a goal towards which to strive, although it will by no means be an easy journey. The material ranges from dark and obsessive, the obvious examples being "The Girl Who Didn't Want To Think," and "Possessive," to light and almost hopeful on "Better Bobby," although the melodies can get tricky. From the sound of it, "Favorite Girl" would appear to be the happiest song on the album, although it's underlying theme is much more pessimistic. "I wanna die but I don't have a rope..." is sung partly in jest but with a grain of truth added. Love, especially the type of love expressed here, is not always pretty and includes it's share of bumps, bruises and the occasional STD's. This may just be the first time an STD has been immortalized in song to the mellow sounds of a jazz progression. As far as continuity is concerned, the album opens with "Go Bulls," picking up where the last album left off with the narrative of unrequited loves and the desperate search for, if not the right person, at least someone who won't screw life up any more than it already is. It ends with "Favorite Girl" and leaves the door open for even more reflections on life and love. Vocally a new element is added with lead vocal duties being traded off between Scott Comanzo, Tony Brock, and Malachi Black. The vocal styles fit each song so well that it isn't hard to understand why so many people were involved with the project: the songs themselves seem to require the different timbres. Scott's voice retains the desperation that has been a signature of most of his work, painful and pleading at times, and almost manic at others. Malachi's voice is perfectly suited to give "Chlamydia" it's tenuous sound, sounding almost brittle but creating a memorable song that remains long after it has finished playing (much like an STD, although far more pleasant). As for the lasting impression of the album, it proves that the paradoxes within the melodies and lyrics are mirrored in life. Desperation goes hand in hand with contentment. Every "Girl who didn't want to think" has it's "Taffy" and every "Go Bulls" has it's "Glenda." Balance can only come from an equal part of negative and positive, and this album is a perfect companion to WBP1 or can be enjoyed by itself. - Andrew Anderson author of ... maybe this time and This Book is My Fault.