At first, I didn't know what I should make of this cd. There was a large diarama of styles represented, ranging from Middle-eastern, Latin, World-beat, and Americanna. The production is extremely clean, the lady has a very lovely, sultry voice, but for some reason I couldn't put my finger on, I just didn't feel it. In all honesty, I must admit that several times not only was my attention lost, but I realized I was forgetting I had a cd in the player. At around track number seven I cranked up the volume. That was when this disc really came alive. I felt that in fairness, and all music deserves a fairness before being judged, I should return back to track number one, and give this disc a listen at this new volume level.

This action reaped it's own reward. I could have missed this rare gem if I had chosen to listen at a low volume.

What had easily lost my attention, now seemed foremost in the mix. The lyrics, although simple and quite basic, are rich in imagery. The old addage of the shortest distance between two points definately applies here. I found that these songs said things I've always wanted to say myself, but never said because I didn't know how they would sound coming off my tongue. Synth voices and precussions lost in the mix previously, now provided an atmosphere that had not existed on my first listen. I also noticed the bass had revealed itself as the crazy glue that held this whole scheme together.

That's when I found what the problem was. At a low volume level, the bass guitar only exist as a distant rumble of sorts. More than likely an EQ blunder in the mastering process. Actually, this is very common amongst mastering engineers which play their art with the music at high volume levels.

At any rate, this should be viewed as a simple ommission and not reflect upon the band itself, which shows a fresh vision representing a huge amalgamation of mixed cultural beats, and a heart-felt conviction of raw, basic human emotions ranging from childlike love, too loss and anguish.

Samples from the CD:
/Om Rama Ramakrishna /So Beautiful /Deep /Dear Dad /Hello/
/Cymbal Symphony /Ask Me to Stay /Channel 27 /Her Love/
/Strange Afternoon /You Said Goodbye /Waiting /Annie/
/Last Eternal Bliss /Your Smile/

Conclusion: Strange Afternoon will become one of the cds I often like to share with my friends in a look what I've found show off fashion. Only I will make sure the volume is at the appropriate volume level that makes the band shine for what they truly are.
Bill Carrera...EvO:R Reviewer.

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 Review of Attitudes * High * Punk Rock Bitch-
by Strange Fancy

First, let me admit, at one time I was guilty of standing in line a CBGB's every other weekend to see bands like this. They are definately New York sexy punk all the way. I've always admired musicians that can play, trust me, with one listen you realize they can definately play, but they throw all the barriers of mainstream, rule oriented, guideline musicianship out the door for the sake of that dominating attitude with a capitol up yours. If anything, that gains my respect. I would even dare say they deserve a slot on a bill along side The New York City Sex Slaves, one of the best New York has to offer.

Having said all of that, I do have a couple of gripes. This disc isn't long enough. Yeah, I know this is just a three song release, but still, after three songs I shouldn't have to hit the repeat button. Come on guys and gals, give me a full release. I'm working here.

Second, from the outset, you can tell that they are a balls out live band, and I hope the chick forgives me for that analogy, yet that live energy, although evident, never gets it's chance at busting out with full potential. All that energy is rumbling underneath just waiting on a time that it can truly show it's sweaty head. Maybe it was the producer's suggestion, who gets my compliments on a well organized, clean production, but that's my true grip I suppose, it's way clean for my taste.

Strange Fancy, your sexy, now get dirty, make some noise, throw a party, get drunk and toss on your best friend's mother's carpet with someone you won't remember three days from now even though their underwear is in your glovebox. I know it's in you. Don't dare deny it. Maybe it was a quicky, but I'll give you another spin. Next time bring your sister.
Bill Carrera...EvO:R Reviewer.

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