Mimi Oz Brings Her Kitchen-Sink Songwriting Prowess to the East Village Saturday Night

by delarue

Mimi Oz can write anything. She’s got a powerful, passionate, slightly coy voice informed by soul, 60s pop, Americana and punk. Likewise, her songwriting runs the gamut, and she’s a strong tunesmith. Her latest album Men Who Never Loved Me – a sardonically melancholy, thematic collection – is streaming at Bandcamp. She’s playing Saturday night, April 16 at 11 PM at Sidewalk with her band.

You might think that a song with the title Tickle My Berry would be something that, say, Iggy Azalea might do. This one turns out to be a summery psych-funk number that hits a burning powerpop drive on the chorus. Bad Love is a wryly hilarious faux girl-group pop number about being stuck with a losers like this one dude who’s “bad at kissing, he doesn’t use his tongue.” It’s sort of the missing link between the Universal Thump and the Ronettes.

The wounded waltz Dreaming Again blends stark country fiddle into a soaring new wave-tinged ballad. Future Trouble is spot-on 60s C&W, right down to the chicken-scratch honkytonk guitar and call-and-response, gospel-style backing vocals; then Oz takes it in more of a powerpop direction. She keeps the honkytonk flavor going, mashing it up with 60s pop in the romping, piano-driven, twisted Ugly Baby.

Neptune Hotel is a swaying soul-jazz number with muted trumpet and low-key, simmering vocals that grows more uneasily surreal as it builds. Alphabet City Gypsy, with its swirly organ and oldschool R&B bounce, puts a funny East Village spin on a theme familiar to fans of Elvis and the blues.

Be My Bobby is another bouncy piano number: like a lot of songs here, it’s a disquieting mix of sultry seduction, longing ache and crushingly cynical, punk-infused humor. The album’s best song is the rainy-day saloon jazz ballad Woman Perfect, balmy sax mingling with the piano and the stately, swinging rhythm section. The final cut is the bossa nova Somebody’s Nobody, sung in English and Portuguese. As eclectic, imaginatively purist songwiting goes, it doesn’t get much better than this in 2016.