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Anna Waronker
Anna (Five Foot Two)
The
late-'90s bust-up of that dog. was predictable, at least to the handful
who cared; we few fans shrugged and said only, "Of course."
A band eternally on the verge succumbed to the grim inevitable, because
there was no way a Los Angeles pop band--fronted by a could-be pinup
with a legendary record-producing pop, twin sisters with their own famous
dad (a jazzer, no less) and a dude drummer--was going to make a dent
on radio or on the charts, then or ever. The music was pure sunshine
and delight--the power-pop-rock equivalent of a summer-romance kiss
or a midnight swim in the surf--and yet it couldn't have been more out
of tune; that Los Angeles hadn't existed in decades, since Brian Wilson
and Randy Newman and Jimmy Webb were booking studio time on the Strip.
So that dog. tucked its tail between its legs and disappeared, whipped
and beaten, and those who knew mourned its demise while those who had
no clue missed out on three remarkable albums now selling for pennies
on the dollar in the cutout bins.
Anna Waronker, now married into Redd Kross (she's Steve McDonald's missus),
makes her solo bow after a few years of killing time in the soundtrack
factory; she wrote the Clueless TV theme, did the score for Fox's Opposite
Sex and contributed a song to the Josie and the Pussycats album, "I
Wish You Well," a 4-year-old track that reappears here in slightly
altered form (i.e., she's actually singing it, not Letters to Cleo's
Kay Hanley). The new Anna's little changed from the old Anna, save for
the fact she's now willing to sell herself as sex symbol; hence the
nudie album cover, with arms strategically placed. (That's one way to
herald the formation of a new label; it's also the way to announce a
strip-bar opening.)
Anna's the quintessential El Lay El Pee--shiny and weary, glittery and
glum. It feels awful but looks great, like a dumped supermodel prowling
Skybar on a Friday night. It's got rage issues ("How do you sleep
at night," she asks a bad ex), sounds in spots like an Aimee Mann
confessional disinterested in revealing too much ("Fortunes of
Misfortune"), conjures Maria McKee and Susanna Hoffs and even the
Runaways ("Perfect Ten," which scores a good 7.5). The fetishist
will be delighted to find little changed from the formula: catchy rock
songs with guitars and softer strings, melancholy ballads with bark
and bile ("I wish this was the first time/I wish this was true
love"), vocals on loan from the Go-Go's (Charlotte Caffey, married
to Jeff McDonald and partner in Five Foot Two, contributes throughout)
and grrrl-group harmonies left over from that dog. In all, the fourth
album masquerading as first offering from a front woman now bereft of
expectation and three musicians who, ya know, were just getting in the
way.
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