LOS ANGELES TIMES February 28, 1995

NEW PICK OF THE WEEK

LA MUSGAÑA: "LAS SEIS TENTACIONES", XENOPHILE

Putting in an order for "Spanish folk music, hold the flamenco" is a bit like putting in an order for "Spanish omelet, but hold the eggs," verdad?

Not anymore. The tradition-minded, all-instrumental quartet, La Musgaña, is here to engage our ears and broaden our musical palates with Iberian oldies that have nothing to do with foot stomping guitar rhythms or bull ring trumpet heraldry.

With a repertoire drawn almost exclusively from the traditional dances of provinces in the Spanish interior, La Musgaña puts wind instruments in the lead-an assortment of rustic flutes and bagpipes join clarinet and occasional accordion to carry the melodies. The rhythmic pulse, thudded by tabors and other venerable hand drums and embellished by flashing cittern chords, often conjures images of medieval feasts and rites. But La Musgaña isn't strictly antiquitarian, there's a smidgen of synthesizer on a song or two, and Carlos Beceiro is one funky fellow on electric bass guitar when he has a mind to be, suggesting that his ears have been tuned to the greatest hits of Sly Stone as well as the greatest hits of old Salamanca.

Fans of traditional Celtic and British should take readily to La Musgaña, whose sound has close parallels to those styles. Sometimes the Spanish quartet calls to mind the Chieftains or the more traditional side of Fairport Convention ad Steeleye Span. Jethro Tull fanatics who hold that rock band's flute-playing and British-folk influences dear also should check this out; in the second movement of "Charro Zamorano," La Musgaña sounds as if it's ready to go living in the past in more ways than one. The dance rhythms aren't quite as wild-eyed and ferocious as a Celtic jig or reel, but there's plenty of movement, and the parallel harmonies of contrasting flutes make the brighter songs an airy delight. La Musgaña mixes it up with tense numbers full of portent, mystery and gravitas that sound suffused with grand historical intrigues. Maybe this is what Jimi Hendrix envisioned when he sang about "Spanish Castle Magic".

Mike Boehm