Amanda Palmer

Anybody with keen ears, common sense, and good taste buds digs the Dresden Dolls. Why? Because they’re the most exciting thing to sound off since Marlene Dietrich sang for Josef von Sternberg, that’s why. And to think otherwise would be to miss out on music itself.

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• Amanda Palmer
• Dresden Dolls
• Marlene Dietrich
• Josef von Sternberg
• Brian Viglione

And if you dig that Beantown-based “Brechtian punk cabaret” act, then you undoubtedly dig its very fetching frontwoman, one Amanda Palmer. She, along with her Dresden Dolls partner in chime ,Brian Viglione, has spent the last eight years or so delivering some of the most stirring sounds in the spectrum.

With the recent release of Who Killed Amanda Palmer?, now you’ve got a chance to dig the Doll baby even more. A long-playing concoction of lust, larceny, and other loveable illicits, Palmer’s first solo outing finds her in the company of Ben Folds, who wrote Amanda a fan letter and ended up becoming her producer. As you might suspect from such a pairing, they’ve come up with a terrifically crafty collection of hummable smartness, and if the airwaves would brighten up, it’d be blaring from every radio and television set in the world.

The thing is, the airwaves haven’t brightened up a bit. In fact, it seems they’ve even dimmed some, at least in Merry Ol’ England, where the video of Palmer’s lead single “Oasis” has just been blacklisted. Seems the BBC and their buddies believe that “Oasis” “makes light of rape, religion and abortion." Granted, the song’s swing is uncommonly upbeat considering the subject. But to hear the way the narrator finds solace in an autographed picture from her favorite band is to hear heartbreak itself. Still, since Palmer refused to turn the tune into a literal tearjerker, those tweedy thought police stepped in and silenced her.

Well, they tried to silence her, anyway. If you’re among the outcasts, misfits, oddballs and walk-alones that comprise Palmer’s rabid and ever-widening fan base, you know she shall not be shut up. Ever.

Tonight South Florida will be blessed with Amanda Palmer sitting all alone at the piano and singing songs from her solo LP. Of course, there will also be favorites from the Dresden Dolls and an odd assortment of covers, not least of which will be Rodgers and Hammerstein’s “What’s the Use of Wond’rin.’” And unless you truly don’t dig yourself, you’ll be there, front and center, reveling in the wonder of one of our planet’s most digable creations
Sat., March 28, 8 p.m., 2009