Demiurgic sexagenarian dandy Marc Ribot has struck again, with a totally youthful fury. For the third opus in 11 years with Ceramic Dog, he offers up a sort of Clash-style New York Calling that also borrows sound divagations from his buddies Tom Waites and John Zorn. Battling all the populist excesses of the time, he tosses us a musical flow that is on edge, radical, and nevertheless lyrical that ranges from indie rock to world music (the Arabic essence of “YRU Still Here?”) by way of free jazz (“Muslim Jewish Resistance”), hip-hop (“Fuck la Migra”), and pure rock (“Agnes” and “Personal Nancy,” with its “I’ve got the right to say fuck you.”).
Ceramic Dog is the philosophical and musical affinity of three top musicians who assimilate every style, every excess to create an artistic bright spot. Although it is no longer necessary to introduce the guitarist, we should emphasize the excellence of drummer Ches Smith, who has collaborated with Tim Berne, Wadada Leo Smith, and Craig Taborn, as well as Shahzad Ismaily, a bassist of Pakistani descent who seasons all of his performances with eastern flavors.
Marc Ribot, Yru Still Here? (Enja/Yellow Bird)