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Alice Stuart
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Alice Stuart
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AMERICANA/ROOTS/COUNTRY
DUSTY 45s
True to their name, the 45s deliver a scrappy, devil-may-care country sound with a beat even city folk can dance to. Around since 1997, the five-piece band rallies behind the theatrical rockabilly style of frontman Billy Joe Huels, who leads them in a high-spirited gallop through honky-tonk, blues, and rock without breaking a sweat. Their 2002 album recorded at KEXP won them plenty of new local fans, but their star is still rising—and somewhere Johnny Cash, Elvis, and Ray Condo are tipping their cowboy hats. NEAL SCHINDLER
BEST ALBUM
BLUE SCHOLARS
Blue Scholars
(www.bluescholars.com)
"Isn't it strange how we estrange ourselves from our neighbors?" asks MC Geologic over DJ/producer Sabzi's snare taps, plucked guitars, and opening-credits horns on "Blue School," the second track on the duo's excellent self-titled album, released this past February. Of course, music this immediately accessible and lovingly rendered estranges no one except chronic hip-hop haters, and apparently not enough of them voted in the poll to prevent the Blue Scholars from taking the album trophy. (Runners-up, in order: Left Hand Smoke, Nonsense Parade; Dolour's New Old Friends; United State of Electronica; Byrdie, In Flight.) MICHAELANGELO MATOS
BLUES
ALICE STUART
The blues are a sturdy form—12 bars, three chords, and one person's truth. Alice Stuart has been transmitting her singular version of that truth—with plenty of rock, folk, and country thrown in for good measure—longer than damn near anyone in Seattle, beginning her career in 1961, with some time off for family reasons in between. The 60-year-old Stuart is a teacher and a writer, as well. M.M.
COVER/TRIBUTE
HELL'S BELLES
Aussie hype outfit Jet recently genuflected at the altar of AC/DC with "Cold Hard Bitch" . . . and were cackled all the way back to their four-car garages. Seattle's own multiethnic, partially dreadlocked, all-lethal lady collective Hell's Belles have been confidently strangling the potential novelty out of covering the high-voltage lines since 2000, and it's no laughing matter. The Belles' T-shirts suggest that they'd simply play the hits for food; given that Angus "Frodo" Young himself gave the girls props in Blender last year, they must be talkin' filet mignon. ANDREW BONAZELLI
ELECTRONICA
UNITED STATE OF ELECTRONICA
Sure the name is silly. So is everything else about U.S.E., except when it's totally righteous, and therein lies the key to this septet's delirious goodness—usually it's both. They write pop songs and slather them in twinkling keyboards, a stomping house beat, and lotsa Vocoder. "Daft Punk covering T. Rex," Weekly music writer Nate Patrin noted when he first heard "La Discoteca," the stomping closing track on the band's recently released, self-titled, wondrous debut (on B-Side). That's accurate; so was Weekly contributor Ned Raggett when he pointed out that every song on the CD sounded like the end of Xanadu. M.M.
SINGER/SONGWRITER
BRANDI CARLILE
She seems like your typical Washington kid. Skinny and prone to wearing Ramones tees, Carlile grew up in teeny-tiny Ravensdale and co-founded a garage band (appropriately named Shed) with her brother, Jay, in high school. But the author of piercing lyrics like "I watch you grow away from me in photographs/And memories like spies/The salt betrays my eyes again" (from the breakup ballad "Turpentine," off 2002's Open Doors) has opened for India.Arie and played Bumbershoot last year. Carlile's bandmates—twins Phil and Tim Hanseroth, on bass and lead guitar, respectively—give an ample boost to her introspection. N.S.
DJ/TURNTABLIST
RIZ
But of course. Riz Rollins has so frequently been named "Best DJ" in SW's Best of Seattle issues that a repeat was inevitable. Another reason is Riz's easy versatility—see him at one of his three regular gigs and chances are you won't hear the same set twice, or even the same tracks. Wednesdays and Fridays he holds down the Re-bar—the former is D.A.I.S.Y. Age, where Riz spins '90s hip-hop and R&B, the latter Phatso Fridays, which favors deep house—and on Saturdays he plays R Place. What's always constant are his skills and the pure joy in music he transmits with every selection. M.M.
HIP-HOP
VITAMIN D
Writing well is hard work, much less having the vocal skills to put those words over. And that's not even bringing in producing an interesting backing track or noteworthy live twin-turntable skills. So little wonder Vitamin D won his category, because he does it all with equally impressive flair. Having spent several years backing up MC Wordsayer in Source of Labor, who are folding this year, it's D's turn to step into the spotlight, and his co-production of Fourth Dimensional Rocketships Going Up, the just-out solo bow of Blackalicious MC Gift of Gab, with fellow Seatown DJ Jake One, as well as the excellent 12-inch "No Good" on Rhymesayers Entertainment show him handling it with finesse. M.M.
JAM/GROOVE
DAS RUT
They claim they're not even a band. They have been known to appear at two different venues simultaneously. They say they're just kind of a pickup, rehearsal-free collective, not trying to accomplish anything or get anywhere. But the crowd will have none of it. Thursday nights at the Scarlet Tree have become a funk must, even leading some fans to prefer these trip-hop soul providers (shocking!) to the more fawned-over outfit (Maktub) whose members sometimes slum here (Reggie Watts, Thaddeus Turner, Davis Martin). No surprise to us; being spontaneous is always the best way to increase the feeling. MARK D. FEFER
