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Scout Niblett
Kidnapped by Neptune
Too Pure/Beggars Group

Rating: 8/10 ?

July 22, 2005
The first time I saw Scout Niblett several years ago, she was opening for Swearing at Motorists at Spaceland - then and still a prime venue in Los Angeles' Silverlake neighborhood. At the time, I was utterly annoyed by her. Veering wildly (and what I took as amateurishly) back and forth between drums and guitar, playing half-formed songs that seemed to meander and weave… I just wasn't having it.

Now I realize it wasn't Scout who was immature - it was me. Well, maybe we both were, or maybe that's a bunch of bullshit, but the point is that over the years and after seeing her perform live several times more, I've come to realize her many charms and talents as an artist and a musician. Her latest record, Kidnapped by Neptune, finds an exponential increase in her reach while still relying on some of her time-tested tricks; the results are wryly melodic and never ever boring.

The most immediately catching attribute about Scout Niblett is her voice. Slightly askew and girlish, it can also be fierce and strong and it's always truly a unique sound - I don't want to make this comparison, but it's appropriate: Bjork. Scout doesn't actually sound like her, nor does she seem to be trying to, but she certainly shares an appealing warbling quality with the Icelandic songstress.

The track listing of this newest record, recorded by Steve Albini, is full of minimal, simple, yet constantly shifting and attention-grabbing songs. Many change halfway through, becoming something completely different. Case in point: "Newburyport," which starts out with a fat bass and synth repeated riff, lulling you into its arms, before switching up completely - if you're not paying attention, you will probably think it's a new track. But it ain't.

Scout's drumming is rudimentary, and her guitar playing a bit better, but it's not technical skills that sink her songs into your grey matter - it's her interesting vocal melodies, her quirky and autobiographical lyrics ("Fuck Treasure Island" is apparently about missing the exit to the island just outside of San Francisco on the Bay Bridge and saying, "Fuck it") and her ability to switch from an intimately plucked guitar pattern to a gigantically beefy metal riff in the blink of an eye. Opener "Hot to Death," one of the prettiest and suspense-ridden tracks included, begins with a simple, bended-string riff and keeps at it for a while before launching into distortion whitewash. She'll repeat this format several times over the course of the record, but the songs are unique; Kidnapped by Neptune doesn't wear out its welcome.

When playing live, she often performs solo - though sometimes backed by just a drummer - but Scout enlisted some help for this record, including drummer Jason Kourkounis (Burning Brides, Hot Snakes, Delta 72). Still, her tribal therapy and repeated vocal and guitar phrases are as personal as ever, and her avant-garde punk referencing is as cathartic for the listener as it must be for her.

Reviewed by Jonah Flicker
Jonah Flicker writes, lives, drinks, eats, and consumes music in New York, via Los Angeles. He once received a fortune in a fortune cookie that stated the following: "Soon, a visitor shall delight you." He's still waiting.

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