The most difficult part of music making is consistency. Writers’ block, record company problems, band dissolutions and many other factors can make or break a record. It’s a tribute to the artists who have stood the test of time that their successes far outweigh their failures. But sometimes the failure will be so extraordinary or unexpected that even the most ardent fan can be excused for wanting to forget about a record. Here are 8 great artists and their biggest duds. We’re just having fun, here, so take it easy. We all make mistakes. Right?

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1. Lou Reed, Metal Machine Music (1975) – In one of rock and roll’s most hedonistic efforts, Lou Reed released this double LP of guitar noise and feedback that few had the patience or will to sit through. Imagine more than one hour of guitar grinding and sonic manipulation devoid of form or melody and you’ll get close to MMM. Fortunately, Reed would leave his avant-garde wonderings behind and get back to business with the superb follow-up, Coney Island Baby.

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2. Neil Young & The Shocking Pinks, Everybody’s Rockin’ (1983)  – In the early 1980s, Neil Young was music’s ultimate chameleon. He jumped from computer-laden techno to country music, much to the bewilderment of his fans and record label. He was eventually sued by Geffen Records for producing records that were not marketable. Ever the explorer, Young couldn’t care less, but this period of his career left a lot of fans wondering what happened to the artist who wrote Rust Never Sleeps just four years before. Everybody’s Rockin’ was Neil’s ill-advised venture into rockabilly. It isn’t bad rockabilly, per se, it’s just not an album that should bear Young’s name. Or should it?

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3. Elton John, Victim Of Love (1979) – Elton John could seemingly do no wrong in the early 1970s, reeling off one classic album after another. By the end of the decade, though, he hit the brakes and skidded hard off the road with the lifeless Victim Of Love. This disco-ish collaboration between John and producer Pete Bellotte should have every Elton fan screaming, “Where’s Bernie Taupin?!” Among the lows, this lifeless record contains a miraculously bad cover of Chuck Berry‘s “Johnny B. Goode.” Listen at your own peril.

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4. Emerson, Lake & Palmer, Love Beach (1978) – ELP recorded an album to fulfill their record contract with Love Beach, and it sounds like it, but it sure doesn’t sound like ELP. The title track is a barely passable piece of synth pop that actually stands out compared to “The Gambler,” a failed update on “Benny The Bouncer.” Skip this beach and go back to the operating room for Brain Salad Surgery.

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5. The Cars, Door To Door (1987) – After the stunning success of 1984′s Heartbeat City, The Cars limped out of the gates with their final record, Door To Door. The magic was clearly gone, and the band would call it quits the next year. Hard to tell if songs such as “Fine Line” are The Cars performing or Peabo Bryson.

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6. Jethro Tull, Under Wraps (1984) – Who would have thought the band that released the warm folk-rock classics Heavy Horses and Songs From The Wood, would issue such a cold, clinical expose as Under Wraps. Ian Anderson‘s pastoral approach gave way to synthesizers and drum programs for the band’s most uncharacteristic and failed record.

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7. Beach Boys, L.A. (Light Album) (1979) – The Beach Boys muddled through the 1970s, with a series of back-and-forth efforts, from the great: Sunflower, Surf’s Up and Love You; to the modest:15 Big Ones; to the embarrassing: M.I.U. Album and L.A. If the cloying saccharine vibe of “Match Point Of Our Love” doesn’t make you cringe, nothing will.

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8. The Allman Brothers Band, Brothers Of The Road (1981) – It’s not that the “songs” on Brothers Of The Road are bad, but the production sure is. Imagine the aural equivalent of a tanning bed, and that’s how Brothers comes across. Gone are Gregg Allman‘s soulful organ vamps and Dickey Betts‘ guitar wanderings, replaced by glossy synths that make this the best album Pablo Cruise never recorded. I’d love to give the current Allmans a chance to remake “Straight From The Heart.” It could be killer.

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Van Halen has announced a 2012 tour with David Lee Roth once again at the microphone. First tickets go on sale January 10. I never got to see VH back in the glory days of the early 80s, so I’m hoping to catch a show this time around. Too bad, though, Michael Anthony is out of the mix.

I’ve put together a suggested setlist of 20 Van Halen songs that I would want to hear from the Roth era. In no particular order, save for the first and last songs, “On Fire” and “Romeo Delight,” which would make awesome intros and show-cappers:

  1. On Fire
  2. Ice Cream Man
  3. Ain’t Talkin’ ‘Bout Love
  4. Fools
  5. In A Simple Rhyme
  6. Everybody Wants Some
  7. Hot For Teacher
  8. Panama
  9. Unchained
  10. Mean Street
  11. Somebody Get Me A Doctor
  12. So This Is Love
  13. The Full Bug
  14. Saturday Afternoon In The Park
  15. Outta Love Again
  16. Light Up The Sky
  17. D.O.A
  18. Atomic Punk
  19. On Fire
  20. Romeo Delight

 

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222254388 7effeb9666 Martin Barre   Interview with Jethro Tull guitarist

 

Question: “Do you like Jethro Tull?”

Answer: “Yeah, I have a bunch of his albums.”

Rock music fans will get the joke. Jethro Tull isn’t one person but a band that’s been playing a unique blend of blues and British-Isles folk rock since the late 1960s. If Jethro Tull has a face, it’s certainly vocalist/flutist/acoustic guitarist Ian Anderson, whose flamboyant costumes and stage mannerisms cut a unique path through the late 1960s and decade that followed. If Anderson is the face and voice of Tull, then guitarist Martin Barre must be the “sound.” Along with Anderson, the other constant in Tull has been Barre’s tasteful guitar work. Since 1969, Barre has been churning out riffs and solos that have become part of the vocabulary of rock music. Everyone has heard “Aqualung,” “Locomotive Breath,” “Cross-Eyed Mary,” but those well-worn radio hits are only a sampling of Barre’s 6-string mastery, whose own catalog contains three excellent solo albums, “A Trick Of Memory,” “The Meeting” and my personal favorite, 2003′s “Stage Left.”

Barre is a musician’s musician, always striving to play better than the day before and getting the most feeling and melody from each note. ClassicRockMusicBlog.com spoke with Barre about guitar playing in Tull and outside the band and music in general.

The best guitarists have an instantly identifiable sound. It seems like you’ve have that from your earliest days with Tull.

Wow. I don’t know what to say, because I do change gear and guitars but I guess I’m still me [laughs] – same fingers, same brain. It’s a complex thing to me. I listen to other players, and I think it’s the same deal. Before I joined Tull I was doing a session for one of The Animals – Hilton Valentine, the guitar player for The Animals – and he had Jeff Beck coming in to do a solo. He didn’t bring anything with him. He just sort of picked up a guitar that was in the studio – he found an old amp – and there he was. It sounded like him. That was an early lesson – whatever you use, the sound is a physical, bodily thing. It’s an entity that comes from inside you – your fingers, the pressure you use – there are so many variables that produce the sound.

In a recent interview you said you’ve never learned guitar licks. How did you learn to play?

[Laughs] When I said I didn’t know guitar licks, I never sat down with B.B. King records or Albert King records or Freddie King – so many guitar players in England were copying these people. I just thought playing the same notes – they didn’t have the same feel, to me it just didn’t work. It was just a shadow of the original that they were trying to copy, so I didn’t go down that road. I like so much good guitar playing and different players, but I never tried to copy anybody, even people I listen to now. I’ve always found that to be sort a negative way to approach an instrument. I can be influenced by melody, by composition, by harmony, and I listen to a huge range of music, particularly classical. I listen to intervals and harmonies and the construction of melodies. I’ve always had a melodic approach to guitar.

 I think those who only know your work from Tull would be pleasantly surprised by your solo compositions. Stage Left is a particular favorite of mine. It has a very sunny feeling.

Thank you for the compliment. I was just in France doing concerts with a French guitar player named Pat O’May, who you probably haven’t hear of in America but is a very good player – Celtic, the same roots – but a heavy guitar player. We would play all of my music and a bit of his, and I had so much fun and it brought home to me how much playing I have to do with my own solo material and how little I have to play in the Jethro Tull arena. I think within Tull it’s changed – in the early days I had a lot to play and had a very central role. But I think as keyboard playing has entered Tull and there’s probably more leaning towards flute, because Ian tends to write a lot of flute solos and flute melodies into the songs and tries not to sing as much. So I have sort of a lesser role in Tull, and it was so nice just to play guitar. All night, I just played and played and had so much fun. And as you say, [Stage Left] is a very sunny, uplifting album – that’s brilliant, because I loved making it. I love arranging and the whole process of writing, bringing musicians together, and coming up with harmonies and guitar parts, sax parts and keyboard parts. It’s all something I really enjoy doing.

I know you’re a runner. Is there something comparable to a runner’s high you get when playing live or composing?

Yeah, there really is. It’s sort of an enveloping feeling of wellbeing. When I was doing this tour in France I was playing some of Pat’s music, which is quite complicated – he was playing some of my music and I doing some of his in return. In addition to what he put on the record I always try to find some harmonically interesting things to add, and he was so pleased with all these ideas – all these arranging ideas – and I might say let’s take this middle part and turn it upside down, whatever I did, and it was all serving the music. But I can’t just learn a piece of music and play it the same way somebody else has played it. I feel an obligation and a need and a want to put my own little stamp on it, through arranging it or harmony lines or interpreting what someone has already written. And when they like the end results, it’s a very nice feeling.

Mike Bloomfield said that Albert King approached lead playing more vocally than any guitar player he ever heard. Do you take the same approach to soloing?

I like to be melodic. I don’t like to play – I’m not a sort of “fast” player. I like to be able to turn it on and then switch it off again – the accelerator pedal of guitar playing. That’s why I Iike players like Robben Ford, who is so understated and plays very selective notes that are very tasteful and really fit within the music. And certainly, when you press the accelerator it’s like, “Whoa!” It suddenly steps up three gears. That’s so effective. And then you change back again, back to the level that’s really pleasant to hear. I love contrast; I love space in music. I can’t stand to hear players just obliterate your ears with notes and technique – it’s just soulless. They really are missing the point.

Gary Moore represents the type of player you describe. You knew Gary. Tell me about him.
He was a good guy, really was. He used to come see Tull play quite a lot, because our bass player [Jonathan Noyce] played with Gary as well. And I met him lots of times. Gary hated Tull – he hated the music, and I didn’t know this until after he died. When he died, I called Jon and said I have terrible news, and we’re just talking for ages and ages – Jon was so devastated because he was working him at the time. And Jon said, “You do know that you were one of Gary’s favorite players?” And I was like, “Oh my god!” I never knew. He would never say anything.  It was just an incredible thing to hear, that he came to Tull to see me play. I couldn’t believe it, but it was very, very flattering, one of the nicest things I’ve known ever. I am a huge fan of his; his sound, his pitch – everything about the way he played. There’s never a note out of place. Every note – you could feel the pain; you could feel the pressure and physical entity of that note. What can I say? He was just one of the best players in that genre of music, ever.

You still practice guitar a lot. What keeps you inspired?

I strive to be better. There’s not a day where I don’t come into the studio and try to write a better bit of music. To me, everyday there’s something that I didn’t realize, I didn’t know – there’s a chord I never played before; there’s a sequence of notes that sounds different. It’s wonderful. You never know what’s going to happen when you pick up an instrument. I never tire of it and I’m sure I never will. I love instruments. I love music.

I interviewed Ian a few years back and he mentioned that everyone should play an instrument, regardless of ability. The important thing was just being able to make music. I’m sure you would agree?

Absolutely. And really the proof in that are the kids who have disabilities, whether they have physical or mental problems, and you introduce them to music, the change can be fantastic. Music is for everybody, everybody. When you’re fed up you can go in the back room and pick up a guitar and pluck away a few chords, and you can get so much out of it. I completely agree that music is for everybody, and there’s nothing special about being a professional musician because everybody can learn; everybody can reach a level so much higher than they think they can. It’s just like a carpenter who makes a beautiful cabinet, you just think, “I could never do that.” But you probably could. Whatever you look at, whether it’s a writer, an artist, a painter – those activities are for everybody. Whether you’re a professional, it doesn’t matter because there is pleasure to be had. For instance, you play guitar to yourself and then you play to a couple of friends, and they say, “Wow! That’s good,” and you’ve made two other people happy. It just multiplies.

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I wanted to get your thoughts on a few Tull songs that I think are guitar highlights: The first one goes way back, “We Used To Know,” from Stand Up.  That has a great solo.

I have to say that in the early days there was a certain naiveté in our approach to music. And I think that parallels to me some, I never learned anything on the guitar. I just sort of picked it up and played and tried to find my way around chords and melody. And that song was certainly one of those. It’s quite a different chord sequence, and I just went into the studio and played the solo. I had no idea what I was doing. I just listened to the chords and changes and try to do the right thing at the right time. In retrospect, when I listen to it, it is naive, but I’m a great fan of Neil Young, whose guitar style is very earthy. I love it – it’s not perfect – but I love it because it’s really grungy and the few notes make you go, “Whoa! That’s a strange note.” [laughs] But what the hell, go ahead and play that note. I love that about music. In theory, you can do whatever you want with it. If it sounds nice to the listener’s ear then it’s successful.

I love the electric guitar that comes in after the acoustic intro to “Minstrel In The Gallery.” That tone and riff are just savage.

Ian asked me to write a piece of music to go in front of it [the main verse]. Sometimes it’s, “Ignorance is bliss.” Some people who are strictly taught, such as classical and jazz players, they follow rules in music and find it very hard to play things that are abstract, like in rock music where anything goes. To another person it may not be musical, but it has a reason to be there.

You get a chance to stretch out on “Pibroch (Cap In Hand)” on Songs From The Wood

Yeah, when I sort of look back on the earlier days – I think I said it earlier that I had so much to do, on the earlier albums, because it was really just me and Ian. Any keyboards had a sort of background role. It was fantastic for me, because I’d be given the space to come up with an idea, and, hopefully, on most of those occasions I found something worthwhile. I think in the early ‘80s, when Peter-John Vettese joined, and Eddie Jobson before, the songs became more keyboard heavy. It changed. I still loved it – playing with Peter-John Vettese was absolutely wonderful. He’s a fabulous musician, and I learned a lot playing with him, but the focus changed.

 I really like your acoustic playing on “Winter Snowscape.” Do you have other acoustic recordings waiting for release?

[Laughs] I wish I did. I have a horrible little tape machine. Inevitably I go back through all these tapes and find the bits I really like and work on them. I do that with all the solo albums. I don’t get to play a lot of acoustic guitar, because back in the day Ian played all the acoustic [guitar parts], so I probably discovered that 15 years ago, but it was relatively later in my playing. And I really love acoustic instruments. Now I’ve got bouzoukis and mandolins.

What do you have planned for 2012?

My next thing to do in the studio – I’ve been working on it on and off for far too long – is an album of quiet Tull songs, things like “Requiem,” “From A Deadbeat To An Old Greaser,” “Moths” – some oddball, little-known Tull tracks that I’ll be doing acoustically. Then I’m going to mix in some bits of my own music with it. So I might play “Requiem” as an acoustic piece of music, maybe with bouzoukis and mandolins and so on; then I’d add a section of music that would segue between that and the next piece. That’s the plan.

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Minutemen – Double Nickels On The Dime

by TW on December 19, 2011

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There are a few records in my collection that I not only feel I need to encourage any serious rock music fan reading this column to go out and purchase immediately, but also encourage the collector to purchase on vinyl.  One of these is the 1984 release on SST Records by San Pedro, California’s Minutemen, Double Nickels On The DimeNickels is a double album that marks the point where hardcore punk began reaching out to embrace other styles of music.  It is one of the most significant albums in rock history and one of the Top 10 best recordings by any American artist or group.  You must own it on vinyl for two reasons – there is a concept to the record involving each of the three band members’ choices for the material (each side named after the musician, with the fourth side called “side chaff”) and each of two known CD releases of the album have excluded songs present on the vinyl version.  In short, you’re not getting the punch of the band’s artistic statement if you’re not listening to it on vinyl.

The title, Double Nickels On The Dime, is a sideways poke at red rocker Sammy Hagar, whose “I Can’t Drive 55” was extremely popular at the time.  The Minutemen were pointing out that speeding was not a particularly rebellious form of expression, but taking chances with your music was absolute rebellion.  The cover art, showing bassist Mike Watt behind the wheel of his VW and doing exactly 55 mph (“double nickels”) while driving down Highway 10 (“the dime”) as he heads towards his home in San Pedro is a pretty funny illustration of their statement.

While the band stays true to their name, “Minutemen,” throughout Nickels, and keeps the songs very brief, there are flourishes that lesser, less concise groups would have unnecessarily expanded upon.  The 45 songs on Nickels really need to be heard in sequence to avoid the feeling that each song is merely a sketch of something bigger.  The adventurous nature of the material sees its best moments on side one (“side d.”, named for guitarist/vocalist d. boon).   For example, opening cut “Anxious Mo-Fo” ends abruptly after just over one minute and an unbeatable groove from Watt and drummer George Hurley.  The second song, “Theatre Is The Life Of You,” picks up a similar groove and modifies it after a brief and noodling set-up from Watt and Boon.  Although each song serves as its own statement, one supports the other.  Taken individually, the intended effect on the listener would be lost.

Watt’s “It’s Expected I’m Gone” defies all genre tags and piles up elements of funk, jazz, and trebly hard rock into the band’s own shambling Frankenstein monster.  The following number, “#1 Hit Song” is the band poking fun at pop lyrics with a ridiculous reference to a winged horse in a pearly gray sky and Boon actually spelling out the abbreviation of “etcetera” (“E…T…C…”).  It’s as if he and co-writer Hurley tried for just an instant to write a hit, but then realized that they couldn’t be bothered with such nonsense.

One of three cover songs is found on side d. in a live version of Creedence Clearwater Revival’s “Don’t’ Look Now” (the other two being Van Halen’s “Ain’t Talking ‘bout Love” and Steely Dan’s “Doctor Wu”).  The band actually disposed of a studio version of the tune because they felt the live version was superior.  Its inclusion certainly serves to alter the tone of side d. as Minutemen update the classic into a smoky, jazzed-up reading complete with crowd noises.  One other high point on the side is “Shit From An Old Notebook,” co-written by Boon and Watt.  It’s pretty much exactly what the song says it is, with lyrics including “let the products sell themselves/fuck advertising and commercial psychology”; a rant from a young man frustrated with the gross over-examination of capitalist culture, jotting down his thoughts for later use.

Side two (“side mike”) is not without its own highpoints.  Kicking off with “Political Song For Michael Jackson To Sing,” Watt dives once again into his philosophies about disposable, meaningless music.  The lyrics are, of course, way too dense for something that the late King Of Pop would ever have placed in a product with his name stamped across it, and certainly far deeper than any thoughts ever rolling through the icon’s brain.  Watt’s “Toadies” expands on the band’s theories of success through subversion.  Here he’s commenting on how we rebel against the wrong people, taking out our frustrations on those that are really no better off than ourselves.  “We are cuss words/near illiterate/dedicated to fighting toadies” are some of the words he provides Boon to sing to force us to examine our actions and question which direction we’re channeling our energies.  Side three (“side george”) presents another chapter to the same story in “The Roar Of The Masses Could Be Farts.”  Here, amidst one of the band’s tightest deliveries and Hurley’s best performances, Watt is telling us that it’s just as easy for a minority to be in the wrong as it is for the bulk of the population to be similarly off course.  It’s a singular statement of purpose justifying the need for everyone to constantly stay vigilant towards society’s ills and never slip into complacency.

Calling side four “side chaff” would imply that the songs are throwaways, included only to fill up the album.  That couldn’t be further from the truth.  Aside from including the Van Halen and Steely Dan covers, some of the most memorable Minutemen songs are also listed.  “Jesus And Tequila,” a fan favorite plod through desperation and inebriation leads into “Storm In My House,” co-written by Boon and Black Flag singer Henry Rollins.  Rollins’ words have never been decorated in the style used by Minutemen.  Hank’s angst-ridden search for someone to calm him while a storm of emotions rages within his mind is typical of his brand of introspection, but the band’s use of bass to substitute for Rollins’ affinity for overdriven guitars is unique and no less “punk” than anything else Rollins has been involved with elsewhere.

Finally, what is perhaps the greatest song ever recorded in Minutemen’s short career is found on side chaff, “Little Man With A Gun In His Hand.”  The song is co-written by Boon and punk luminary Chuck Dukowski and contains lyrics questioning the true nature of bravery.  With its loud-soft-loud dynamics and fiery yet tight performances from all three musicians (and some angry vocals from Boon), it’s a great summation of the intensity that most Minutemen fans associate with the group.

If you’re not a fan of modern punk music, don’t let that dissuade you from seeking out Double Nickels On The Dime.  The Minutemen delivered their brand of punk with an aggressive playing style that sounds tame in comparison to “punk” bands that have merged heavy metal with their music.  Punk used to be all about attitude and Nickels is the prime example.  It showed a band with an enormous amount of promise, unfortunately cut short by Boon’s death in a car accident just over a year after Nickels’ release.  It charted a course for the future of punk rock, a rebellion within a rebellion, and laid the groundwork for much of what we’d hear in the “alternative rock” boom of the late ‘80s and early ‘90s.  It’s a visionary work from three dudes that just wanted to be sure that they devoted their time and energies to something that mattered.  Who knows how the world would be different if more of us dedicated our time to self-reflection and discipline in the hopes that we’d contributed to something integral and immortal?

-Mark Polzin

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Audiophile Audition has posted a new review of Pink Floyd’s Dark Side Of The Moon 30th Anniversary 180-gram vinyl edition. Reviewer Robbie Gerson gives the LP a 5-star rating, saying, “the intricate complexity of the recording is captured vibrantly on the LP.” I haven’t had the chance to hear this version, but I’m a big fan of the 30th Anniversary hybrid SACD, which sports a gorgeous 5.1 surround mix. Some have complained that the original intent of the recording has been compromised, but I like to hear the alternate versions.

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With the holidays soon upon us, I wanted to have a little fun and find out what music is on your want and wish lists this year? If someone put $250 into your hands and said you could spend it on any – but only – CDs or records, what would you buy? To make it interesting – like those grocery or retail shopping sprees – let’s put a time limit on the shopping. You have to put everything into your make-believe cart in 1 hour or less. For the sake of selection and standardized prices, we’ll head over to the Amazon Rock Music Store and start.

To get the ball rolling, here are my picks:

Jethro Tull: Aqualung – 40th Anniversary Collector’s Edition What CDs and Records would you buy if you were given $250 to spend?

King Crimson: Starless & Bible Black: 40th Anniversary Edition What CDs and Records would you buy if you were given $250 to spend?

Rush: Sector 1 What CDs and Records would you buy if you were given $250 to spend?

Rush: Sector 2 What CDs and Records would you buy if you were given $250 to spend?

I did go slightly over budget, with a total of $252.62, but it’s close enough.

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Blue Oyster Cult – Cultosaurus Erectus

by TW on November 29, 2011

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Blue Oyster Cult was never – and has never been – a heavy metal band. For every torch-lit tune such as “Cities In Flame (With Rock and Roll)” and “Godzilla,” there were equal doses of poppy goodness  (“Debbie Denise”), teen rock (“True Confessions”); and other massive radio hits “Burnin’ For You” and “(Don’t Fear) The Reaper” would never be confused as one of the full-frontal offerings of Motorhead, Black Sabbath or even Deep Purple. No matter. Blue Oyster Cult was a band that could – and did – everything. They were Frank Zappa, Hawkwind, Vanilla Fudge, Franki Valli and Robert Heinlein (to name just a few) brought together into an unclassifiable rock band that didn’t sound like anyone else, and vice versa. The great thing about BOC is you never knew what you were going to get, not just from album to album but from song to song, verse to verse. Even better, you usually got more than you expected.

That said…

By the late 1970s Blue Oyster Cult sounded like a band struggling to find its identity. The 1978 album, Mirrors, relied heavily on acoustic, pop-like numbers; although, it did spring the Buck Dharma-penned classic, “The Vigil,” many fans of the band’s earlier work, particularly the first three “Black and White” albums, were less than enchanted at the new direction. The next record needed to be heavier, a return to roots. Producer Martin Birch was brought in to dial up BOC’s sinister side, or at least to let the doors of Jurassic Park open. And open they did: Cultosaurus Erectus was the result, and in my mind, it’s the most listenable and complete record Blue Oyster Cult has recorded.

Released in 1980, Cultosaurus Erectus, didn’t make great waves, but it should have. Music aside, the record sports one of the great covers of all time. Artist Richard Clifton-Dey’s painting was embellished with a small rocket ship bearing the BOC logo flying past the giant Erectus, but that’s not what draws attention. It’s the hulking head of the many-eyed fictional beast and its mouth whose cage-like “teeth” seem to have no beginning or end. Compared to the very forgettable album art for Mirrors, this seems to be a new day. (And the follow-up Fire Of Unknown Origin would also sport very different but equally magnificent artwork.)

With heavy metal master Birch producing the band for the first time, there was a conscious effort to get back to harder rock roots. And those roots are exposed from the first needle drop (or laser read if you prefer). The science fiction epic “Black Blade” is among the best of BOC’s output, with a terrific use of guitars and keyboards and voice effects to create an audio short story of an evil sword that knows no master. “Monsters” features an appropriately squiggly guitar line and like many of the songs here, it takes a detour into unexpected territory when a half-time blues meets saxophone in a Vegas-style lounge jazz break. Buck Dharma’s “Divine Wind” is a slow, spacey number with a guitar part reminiscent of Robin Trower, but Eric Bloom’s vocal (“If he really thinks we’re the devil, let’s send him to hell!”) delivered squarely at the then Ayatollah Khomeini is pure BOC. Joe Bouchard’s husky singing on “Fallen Angel” sounds very much like Queen’s Roger Taylor, and like Taylor’s tunes this one rocks out. The bombast of stadium rock, rock stardom and the quest to score with a girl are brought together to perfection in the mini-epic “The Marshall Plan.” This tune has it all: big production, the vibe of the early ‘80s, plenty of power chording and just enough cheesiness (thanks Don Kirshner) to round it out. It’s BOC doing everything they do so well. And yes, I love the irresistible pop nugget “Hungry Boys,” a keyboard-driven cross between The Cars, The Feelies and Gary Numan.

When I listen to the band’s early albums, I always get the feeling that this group could do anything they wanted musically and conceptually and pull it off. It didn’t always happen, but here it does. Blue Oyster Cult wouldn’t truly take the public eye for another year until the follow-up, Fire Of Unknown Origin, but in this music lover’s ears Cultosaurus Erectus remains the band’s finest moment.  Who’s with me?

(If you love this album as much as I do, you’ll want to check out my friend Martin Popoff’s exhaustive essay in one of his fine Ye Old Metal reviews.)

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I’ve recently purchased a CD originally released in 1996 on A&M Records by a band from Denver, Colorado, – Sixteen Horsepower’s Sackcloth ‘n’ Ashes.  I’d only ever heard one song by the band, but it’s stayed stuck in my brain since I’d first heard it.  From what I’d read of the group, the rest of their songs also followed along the same lines of “Gothic Americana” presented with their biggest song, “Black Soul Choir.”  Simple, sometimes antique, instruments used by a trio of musicians fronted by a man whose voice bled shards of wasted chances at redemption and whose soul was certainly at least halfway consumed by the hell-fires which he feared so strongly.  There’s a jagged path through the history of popular music where the artists have chilled us with tales of damnation.  Trace it from Johnny Cash, Bob Dylan and Leonard Cohen to The Gun Club and Nick Cave’s Bad Seeds on to Sisters Of Mercy, Mission UK and Fields Of The Nephilim back to Sixteen Horsepower.  The simplified delivery reminds us of the darker moments from The Violent Femmes, yet these songs chill the listener immediately rather than subtly over the songs’ courses.  But what you’ll hear from Sixteen Horsepower is a constant feel of looming, biblical judgment, where the other artists mentioned merely dabbled in these themes for varying periods of time.

So, how’d I do?  Well, I probably wouldn’t be taking the time to write this story if I hadn’t found something that I truly enjoyed.  I usually do a lot of research before taking this kind of leap and I’ve learned to trust my instincts.  Good thing, too.  Sackcloth ‘n’ Ashes is a very powerful album and well worth the extremely low price that I paid to an online retailer for its delivery.  What is most noticeable about the record is the near total dominance by singer and multi-instrumentalist, David Eugene Edwards.  These are his songs and he wrote them from the perspective of the grandson of a Nazarene preacher.  All fire and brimstone, we feel as if he’s just as willing to sing this way at our funerals as he is on record.  His is an overwhelming presence and his mournful, banshee-wail of a voice demands our attention.  His instrumental performances are as commanding, whether delivered by sliding, surfy electric guitar, vigorous banjo, or old-timey, button accordion bandoneon concertina.  His conspirators are jazz-trained drummer Jean-Yves Tola and stand-up and flat-top bassist Kevin Soll.  They bring more than enough to Edwards’ music to help freeze us in our tracks.

Beginning with “I Seen What I Saw” and Edwards on a very ghostly electric guitar, we’re told of him seeing something so very frightening that it terrified both Edwards AND his horse.  We’re never told exactly what he “seen”; was it some unspeakable act by his God-fearing kin, a spirit from the past, or Satan himself?  I suspect that the terrifying object was actually a woman whose movements caused Edwards to fear for the safety of his own salvation following the acts he imagined the woman might “perform” on him if she knew he’d been hiding just out of her range of vision.  The psycho-sexual tension runs high and the light cast upon it shines down as if from a church’s spire.  The song, as with many on the record, represents a synergy where the sum of its parts expands to something far beyond the combination of its individual elements.  Powerful, frightening, wickedly amusing.

The aforementioned “Black Soul Choir” follows and sees Edwards switching to banjo.  The lyrics deal with the moment that judgment actually comes from above and how well-prepared one might be for that day.  Edwards can forgive the sins of his fellow humans, but he’s far harder on himself.  While singing that “every man is evil, every man a liar,” he also expresses a kinship with his fellow sinners.  Yet, if given the opportunity, he’d deal with those falling short of grace as Cain dealt with Abel.  The minor key banjo, the walking bass line, the galloping drums, and the rising chorus of damned souls contribute to an excellently told, yet tragic tale of Hell on Earth within one man’s mind.  “Scrawled In Sap” returns to a similar theme as that on “I Seen,” but this time the relationship has gone further and is even more of a sin.  The “cream white skin” of which Edwards sings belongs to a married woman and he fears for two souls now.

Later on, Edwards uses his powers for good instead of evil on one of the records’ few major key numbers, “Red Neck Reel.”  Driven by both a bright banjo part and some tricky acoustic guitar strumming, it’s really more of an Appalachian dance tune and does a great job at breaking up the tension created by the doom and gloom elsewhere.  But the song is immediately followed by “Prison Shoe Romp,” one of the CD’s darker pieces, made spookier by the pervasive bass line, a rockier drum beat, and Edwards’ jangling, dangling guitar.  “Prison” here is a metaphor for condemnation due to a multitude of transgressions.  Can an escape from prison deliver you from a higher judgment?  Are prisoners somehow lesser people as they’ve now blown their chances with both The Lord and humanity?  Do laws even apply to them anymore?  Are they there because they’ve forsaken the tied bed sheets of The Lord’s salvation?  It’s a furious circle of metaphysics and one of Sixteen Horsepower’s heaviest, punkiest moments.

Perhaps the album’s most powerful and frightening moment comes with the closing song, “Strong Man.”  Featuring solely Edwards’ voice and desolate electric guitar through most of the piece, it’s a call to arms to followers devoted to a perverse, Old Testament decree to bring down all strong men.  It seems their offense has been to seek a path that elevates them above the ranks of humanity.  This also unfortunately causes them to be identified with those that brought Christ down during on his Earthly visit.  It’s a blood-curdling declaration, made more disturbing once the bass and drums kick in following a false ending.  Is Edwards assuming a role?  Is he actually calling for the deaths of everyone that’s unconverted?  Is he the one that decides who dies and who lives?  Sheesh!  It’s enough to cause someone to run screaming from their stereo, but entrancing enough to bring them back to the speakers once the song’s faded out.

Sackcloth ‘n’ Ashes is surely one of the scariest albums to be released in the last half century and it’s made a bit scarier because of the odd choice to use 19th Century instruments in its delivery.  No matter how you imagine America became the nation it is today, you’d be remiss if you ignored the fact that a lot of simple, hard-working, God-fearing people lost their lives just carrying on and were motivated in life through fear of the beyond.  This record may be Sixteen Horsepower’s most “rock” record, but it’s also their most terrifying.  By touching on this element of Americana, they’d managed to create something very unique amidst the derivative, grungy wasteland of the mid-1990s.  If you like straight, four on the floor, rock music, this one isn’t for you.  But if like to get the bejeezus scared out of you on occasion, just to feel the rise in your heartbeat, and you’re not fixated on the standard vocals-guitar-bass-drums-keyboards make-up of a band, give this one a shot.  If your record collection is arranged according to musical genre, I’d like to know if you ended up filing Sackcloth ‘n’ Ashes in a category all its own.

-Mark Polzin

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Poobah – Let Me In

by TW on November 10, 2011

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We record collectors are sometimes guilty of basing the value of a platter solely on its scarcity. Rarities will always have buyers, but just because an LP was pressed in limited quantities or exposed to a regional market only doesn’t make it valuable (at least to me) unless what’s within the grooves has something to say. Youngstown, Ohio, power trio Poobah‘s 1972 debut release, Let Me In, has long remained a prized platter among collectors of early hard rock. If you weren’t able to shell out a few C-Notes for an original pressing, Ripple Music is bringing the ‘bah straight to you again – and then some. Vinyl lovers can dig into a now twin-LP package with 10 bonus tracks; the remastered CD comes stacked with a dozen bonus cuts. But it wouldn’t mean diddly (Bo or otherwise) if Poobah didn’t have something to say, and they do it loud and proud! Flanked by bassist Phil Jones and drummer Glenn Wiseman, Gustafson unloads riffs that rage with Black Sabbath-like fury and then glide with the bucolic joy of Phil Keaggy‘s Glass Harp. This isn’t mere testosterone-fueled heavy rock, it’s the work of an overlooked six-string guitar tyrant and chums who never found the big time yet played as if they did. I won’t spoil the opener of “Mr. Destroyer,” but be ready to have your head taken off when the band kicks in. It’s long overdue.

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