March 1, 2005

by Reb Yudel
Teaneck to Nahville to The Bowery: The Village Voice loves Eef Barzelay

Record review by Joe Levy

He's long been one of New York's most underappreciated songwriters: a lanky fellow in a thrift store suit and horn-rim glasses sending hesitant melodies skyward from a Gibson hollow-body, melodies that deploy the open spaces of 1950s country, rock & roll, and cha-cha-cha for their own modern and often devious ends. Think of Lou Reed singing Buddy Holly songs, though that may just be the combination of the voice and the glasses.

Barzelay's songs return again and again to love and hostility and the paper-thin walls between the two, and his lyrics are graced by an ambiguity too complex to be called irony.

Hmmm. Is he any good?

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