Hazel

Hazel
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Studio album by The Red Krayola
Released	December 10, 1996
Recorded
Studio
Label	Drag City
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Track listing

No.	Title	Length
1.	"I'm So Blasé"	2:31
2.	"Duck & Cover"	1:53
3.	"Duke of Newcastle"	4:14
4.	"Decaf the Planet"	2:12
5.	"GAO"	3:21
6.	"Larking"	3:31
7.	"Jimmy Two Bad"	3:38
8.	"Falls"	4:56
9.	"We Feel Fine"	2:49
10.	"5123881"	2:34
11.	"Hollywood"	1:14
12.	"Another Song, Another Satan"	3:01
13.	"Boogie"	3:58
14.	"Dad"	3:36
15.	"Father Abraham"	4:14
16.	"Serenade"	3:28

Background

The album is named after Mayo Thompson's mother.

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  Hazel press kit

Personnel

Like many Red Krayola releases from the 1990s, the credits are listed only alphabetically.

Musicians

David Grubbs, George Hurley, John McEntire, Albert Oehlen, Jim O'Rourke, Stephen Prina, Elisa Randazzo, Mary Lass Stewart, Mayo Thompson, Tom Watson

Artists/writers

Michael Baldwin, Werner Büttner, Lynn Johnston

Cover art

The cover photo is by Khiang Hei. He took it in Beijing during the Tiananmen Square student protests of 1989.

The packaging design is by Christopher Williams.

Reviews

Aiding & Abetting

November 18, 1996

Somewhere, Mayo Thompson is the epitome of cheesy pop. Just not in this universe.

This is the latest installment of Thompson's well off-kilter pop sensibilities, as realized with a plethora of friends. The best known, most likely, is Jim O'Rourke, though the names Tom Watson and Lynn Johnston also jump out (though I doubt the golfer and cartoonist, respectively, are the persons involved).

The thing about the Red Krayola (and Thompson's other work) I like the best is that with a subtle shift, this stuff would be slopped up by the Counting Crowes set. Now, I didn't just compare Hazel to such dreck, but I'm just saying a genius can do wonders with subtlety. And certainly Mayo Thompson qualifies there.

Now, I could compare this easily to Roky Erickson, though Thompson generally sticks to more acoustic and sparse arrangements. The concept of mordant psychedelia, though, is a common thread. Indeed, to fully appreciate this music, you really have to separate yourself from this particular plane and reach out toward the sound. This doesn't require drugs (self-hypnosis works much better), but I suppose they wouldn't necessarily hurt.

Hell, the stuff sounds pretty damned amazing even if you're just passively listening. Of course, this is participatory music and the muse demands no less from you, the listener. Hear and obey, O minions of music.

Entertainment Weekly

December 13, 1996

Rob Brunner

Thirty years into a career as a professional weirdo, the Red Krayola's Mayo Thompson has settled into a sort of surrealist lite rock that's far stranger than the noise that usually passes for psychedelia. In Hazel, he mixes gentle guitar; flat, Lou Reed-style vocals; and an assortment of unusual instruments into a blend of familiar elements that seem to have been put together all wrong. In Thompson's hands, though, it all sounds oddly right. A-

Austin Chronicle

December 27, 1996

Greg Beets

Unlike too many of his Sixties brethren, Mayo Thompson of the Red Krayola continues to re-invent his already-singular vision at every step. From the heady Parable of Arable Land days in Houston through his work with Pere Ubu in the early Eighties to his elusive-but-formidable presence on today's Chicago avant music scene, Thompson has always strayed far to the left of convention, finding hidden beauty in the seemingly incongruent. This time out, he enlists the help of debtors such as Gastr Del Sol guitarist David Grubbs and Minutemen/fIREHOSE drummer George Hurley to herd the Krayola's traditional free-form freak-out atmosphere into the form of actual songs in some cases. Although a lot of Hazel is presented in a cut-and-paste carnival of strange narratives, short bursts of guitar/synthesizer, and bold U-turns galore, songs like "I'm So Blasé" and "Larking" capture the same infinite pop energy Chris Bell once reigned in. Makes sense, actually, since a primary tenet of free-form is to throw boundaries out with the bathwater. Thompson refuses to let little inconveniences like time and space get in his way. As a result, his music retains the same obscure vitality it had 20 years ago. 3.0 stars

Rolling Stone

February 27, 1997

Elisabeth Vincentelli

Melody Maker

Ben Myers

Alternative Press

March 1997

Rocktober

Winter 1997

Alphabetically, Mayo Thompson may be the 13th contributor listed, but he's #1 in our book! Much richer and diverse than the last Crayon-Rock release with a couple of real barnburners in the mix! Sounds like an updated Hatfield and The North.

AllMusic

Richie Unterberger

Mayo Thompson has expressed bemusement at the constant categorization of his work as "quirky." Hazel, however, will do nothing to stem the tide of that adjective showing up in reviews such as this one. The Red Krayola do not seem interested nearly as much in connecting disparate styles as jumbling them. So you'll hear a languid, Lou Reedish drone segue into a John Faheyish guitar pattern backed by weird female vocals, and then a light reggaeish thing about Christian soldiers marching onward. The lyrics are not constructed to make a point, but to reflect the rhythm and fragmented patterns of everyday thought and conversation. It's interesting, but too nonchalantly strange to evoke a passionate response.