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<H3>Review: Launch</H3>
<i>By Lyndsey Parker</i><P>





<I>"Someday I'll return/To where your stolen body burned,"</i> frontman Simon Petty

promises the phantom of fallen Byrd Gram Parsons on "Badlands," the eighth

track on Minibar's sophomore disc--and it's a pledge that his band has

fulfilled both literally and metaphorically. Defecting from their native

England to stake their claim in Southern California, Minibar--like those

other U.K.-bred Americana-philes, Teenage Fanclub--have not only adopted

Gram's turf as their own, but they've recreated the Death Valley/Topanga

Canyon country-rock sound with such loving attention to detail, they ought

to be granted U.S. citizenship on the basis of this album alone.

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On <i>Fly Below The Radar's</i> dusky title track, Petty may humbly croon, <I>"I play

the same four chords/I play the same old riffs,"</i> but he strings those chords

and riffs together with a songwriting skill that indicates he might follow

in the cowboy-booted footsteps of that other Petty, Tom, while his

bandmates' inspired touches--guitarist Tim Walker's sweetly sighing

lap-steel, bassist Sid Jordan's plaintive harmonies and muscular

rhythms--give songs like the swaggering country waltz "Breathe Easy,"

rodeo-circus number "Unstoppable," and Spanish-caravan road anthem "New

Mexico" a certain pleasingly workmanlike bar-band quality that ought to

appeal to fans of more mainstream rootsy artists like Ryan Adams, the

Wallflowers, and Pete Yorn. (Minibar have in fact shared bills with all

three, and have recorded for Trampoline Records, an indie label co-run by

Yorn and Wallflowers keyboardist Rami Jaffee.)

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While <i>Fly Below The Radar</i> suffers somewhat from its consistently languid,

laid-back tempos (all that California heat must be making these

salt-of-the-earth Brits a bit lazy), when Minibar kick it up a notch on

hearty, thigh-slapping rockers like "Somebody Down Here Loves You" and the

title track--songs that hint at the vigor and power that the band exhibits

onstage--it's clear that these transplants, whose 2001 debut for Universal

Records was criminally overlooked both here and abroad, have been flying

below the radar for way too long.



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From <A HREF="http://launch.yahoo.com/read/album.asp?contentID=213787">Launch.com</a><br>
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