The Wily Filipino

Up Dharma Down.

It's only April, and I think I already have one of my favorite albums of the year. Up Dharma Down's Fragmented is an urban soul chronicle from the streets of Manila, both tense and laid back, full of nervous energy one moment and suffused with post-club comedown the next.

I still remember the first time I saw the video for the fantastic first single, "Maybe." I was idly flipping channels one December night in Los Banos last year when the video came on, and I was transfixed by its evocation of claustrophobia, as the camera followed a near-hysterical woman pacing inside a hotel room, then down a narrow stairwell, tear-smeared mascara on her face.

But it was, of course, the music which kept me glued to the TV: an insistent, propulsive reverbed guitar riff; a skittering, distorted "Amen" break; a bass line turned up way high in the mix; and that voice which stretched "Maybe" into 27 different syllables. (I had to grab paper and pen to scribble down the name of the band; alas, their album wasn't coming out until a few months later, as the kind women at Odyssey and Tower Records had absolutely no idea what I was talking about.)

The rest of the album doesn't quite approach the succinct drama of "Maybe," but it's quite strong nevertheless, and I suspect more songs will float their way to the top as the year proceeds... I can't wait to see them live.