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Parallel Or Ninety Degrees – “A Can Of Worms”

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With recent news that Yorkshire, England’s, unintentionally incognito prog-rock ensemble, Parallel Or Ninety Degrees have reformed for live gigs and studio skullduggery, it’s appropriate that we examine their 2008 collection, A Can Of Worms.  Released on the conveniently named Progrock Records, this double-CD serves as a compilation of highlights from PO90’s five studio albums with previously unreleased material from an aborted experiment named A Kick In The Teeth For Civic Pride.  Although not sequenced chronologically, Worms shows a band blending the best of Dark Side-era Pink Floyd, the least commercial elements of Supertramp, modern drum and bass techno, Radiohead’s dips into electronically enhanced rock, and straight up thrash metal.  It’s as tasty a meal as it reads and warrants not only opening this Can Of Worms but going back for repeated tastes.

Ever a fluid consortium of players, PO90 consistently maintained a unique direction as led by keyboardist/vocalist, Andy Tillison Diskdrive.  His only other bandmate featured on all tracks is fellow keyboardist Sam Baine.  One would think that with two keyboardists at the helm, the music would be a bit airy.  That assumption would be dead wrong; PO90 pushes a sound based around the talents of the various guitarists that have floated in and out of the group.  The complex rhythms and dynamic time changes are not to be discounted either.  PO90 crunches or grooves as necessary behind Diskdrive’s Hammond organ and socially charged lyrics.

Navigating through the two discs (which each max out at around 80 minutes in length), we find the tracks to be mostly longer pieces that never stumble into the regular pitfalls of bad prog — noodling, unnecessary repetition and fantastic lyrical themes.  The good bits are plentiful and come at a pace fast enough to hold attention throughout.  Some that come to mind for this review are found on the title track to their 1999 release, Unbranded.  Guitarist Gareth Harwood deploys in a variety of styles, power-chording atop Diskdrive’s choruses of societal decay, and dropping back in the mix during the verses’ electro-percussion and urgent keyboards.  On 1996’s “The Media Pirates,” from the band’s debut The Corner Of My Room, Diskdrive plays guitar (and likely programs part of the drum track) as he discusses the ongoing battle for control of our information outlets and thought waves.  The recurring vocal theme, “They are watching” fades in and out across the cut’s 10 ½ minutes.  Current guitarist Dan Watts brings the metal down on the set-up to “Petroleum Addicts” from 2001’s More Exotic Ways To Die.  Behind the choruses of discussion regarding the West’s involvement in oil wars, the music is more of a hazy backdrop for Diskdrive.  Watts then transforms unexpectedly into a demonic K.K. Downing/Glenn Tipton hybrid with Pope Iommi II leading us in prayer.  In a puff of smoke, he’s vanished beneath Baine’s electric piano and drummer Alex King’s complications.

Ways To Die was a diverse album as evidenced by the track “Embalmed In Acid”.  More traditional and popular art rock (read: Asia or Genesis) is referenced on this slower, shorter piece.  Diskdrive’s voice is at its peak of emotional delivery.  However, the best may have been saved for last with Disc 2’s closer, “Unforgiving Skies.”  Harwood’s difficult acoustic lines pull from Fragile-era Steve Howe and Robert Fripp’s League Of Crafty Guitarists before revealing a series of stinging electric sections that switch gears like something from a lost Love And Rockets recording.

Just when we think we have mastered our encyclopedic geek knowledge of every dented container on the popular music shelves, we’re surprised to find a brand that’s been lurking way in the back.  I’m not certain how PO90 missed getting its own end cap display, but we’ll be getting a second chance to sample the enigmatic Mr. Diskdrive’s wares with A Can Of Worms and other forthcoming projects.  Have your openers sharpened while you wait.

- Mark Polzin

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Tony Joe White – “Deep Cuts”

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Every now and then an artist that’s been lurking around on the fringes of the music scene will step out of the shadows with a record that completely blows us away.  Tony Joe White is one of those artists, and Deep Cuts is one of those records.  Hipsters from back in the day will remember White from his 1969 monster hit “Polk Salad Annie.”  Since then, he’s been involved in all sorts of interesting projects, such as serving as the opening act on tours by Eric Clapton and Roger Waters, and writing and producing for Tina Turner, and has been given much love by fans throughout Europe.  White’s music has been slowly building a new following in America, and Deep Cuts might just be the record to bust everything wide open for him.

Although Tony’s never been one to shy away from incorporating many styles of music, including pop, funk and even disco, into his sound, his first love has always been for dark, Louisiana blues.  His son Jody is brought in as producer on Deep Cuts, released on Tony’s own Swamp Records, with a modern use of hip hop beats beneath new interpretations of Tony’s own favorites.  The set is kick-started with the nearly instrumental grinder, “Set The Hook.”  Recently used in the TV show CSI, the song is ready-made for a backdrop to some swampy mayhem.  White’s guitar has all the bite of a hungry gator and his blues harp and grumbly vocal fill set the scene perfectly.  By contrast, “As The Crow Flies” is a straightforward blues workout in a live band setting.  The funky backbeat approximates the hip hop rhythm of “Hook” as White’s guitar buzzes to heighten a sense of dread conveyed by his fantastic vocals.  A spectral, nearly invisible keyboard line contributes to the spook factor.

The longest of these Deep Cuts is White’s return visit to “Willie and Laura Mae Jones” where the stay lasts nearly seven minutes.  He’s using a variety of guitar sounds on a steamy gumbo of heavy drums, deep whispering voice, Hammond organ and clean leads.  The story is so captivating and the music so dense that we could easily stay engaged with White for another seventy minutes with no complaints.  At just a few seconds shy of the stay at the Jones’ place is “Soul Francisco,” which feels more much more like an epic.  White’s paean to the children “wearing beads and all kinds of funky clothes” comes complete with live and sampled beats, great use of cymbal crashes, an organ line that Rick Wright would have been proud of, a petite string section and an intentionally psychedelic guitar solo.  White sounds like Isaac Hayes in his very husky vocal delivery.  This song alone should be enough to qualify Tony and Jody for some Grammy nods.  The whole record isn’t just about darkness and mystery, however.  Tony serves up some “Homemade Ice Cream” with a brighter tone to his guitar and a happy, back porch harmonica with a side of strings on this instrumental piece.  It’s enough to keep us smiling as we break out the rock salt and fresh cream for an afternoon treat.

Deep Cuts is one of those works that drops out of the sky and has us asking where this dude’s been hiding for the last 40 years.  Now in his mid-60s, White is more full of life and ideas than ever before, and looking a bit like a haggard and world-wise Elvis.  I might have overlooked this gem collection, but I’m pleading with you not to make that mistake.  And after White gets done thanking his fans in Europe, Australia and New Zealand with some live appearances, you might want to go catch his stage show as well.  I can’t imagine that an artist this brilliant is only capable of delivering the goods when laying down tracks in the studio.

- Mark Polzin

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Warhorse – Nick Simper leaves Deep Purple for a new Thoroughbred

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At the height of Deep Purple’s first wave of commercial success – thanks largely due to their remaking of Joe South’s “Hush” – bassist Nick Simper stepped away to play in Marsha Hunt’s band, whose members included keyboardist Rick Wakeman and guitarist Ged Peck. The stint with Hunt would be short-lived, though, and Simper soon was looking to form a new band, which begun with Hunt alumni Wakeman, Peck and drummer Mac Poole. Vocalist Ashley Holt – who had auditioned for the original Purple singing slot – was recruited, and the lineup was set… almost. Wakeman’s heart must not have been in it, as the liners indicate that he failed to show for practice one too many times. A replacement was found in former Rumble keyboardist Frank Wilson, whose Hammond organ stylings would figure largely in Warhorse’s sound.

The newly minted Warhorse cut a demo and soon found friends at the burgeoning “progressive rock” Vertigo label, with whom they signed a contract. The five members gathered in the studio and recorded seven songs in just five days, and Warhorse was officially born. The self-titled debut is a slab of hard-driving rock that fit neatly alongside then label-mates Black Sabbath. The record apparently enjoyed a great reception across Europe, but never saw a North American release – something that undoubtedly hurt the band later.

“Vulture Blood” opens the album with one minute of Hammond organ, sounding like a church hymn, before the peace is shattered with drums and guitar. The song has a great boogie-ing riff that Holt pushes with his brash vocals – the histrionics bringing to mind Ian Gillan (and I bet Rob Halford listened to Holt, too). There’s a nice interlude, with some minor-key arpeggios played by Wilson and then doubled by Peck. I particularly like Poole’s drumming underneath it all, slipping in and out of the spaces with ease and grace.

With its vocal harmonies and swirling keyboards, “No Chance” sounds like a lost Uriah Heep track. “Burning” is where Simper’s bass breaks out and proves the perfect foil for Wilson’s bludgeoning organ chording. Holt, in turn, hits some notes that could shatter glass. A rollicking cover of The Easy beats’ “St. Louis” is the most straight-ahead rock and roll track on the disc, sounding like a charged-up Doobie Brothers’ tune or Cactus of the day. “Ritual” opens with a circular guitar riff that sounds a lot like Deep Purple’s “Wring That Neck,” and is the most Purple-like cut on the record. The brooding “Solitude” is the real highlight, here, with a fantastic guitar solo from Peck that brings to mind the more psychedelic work of Roy Buchanan and Eddie Hazel’s monumental playing on “Maggot Brain.” And Holt stacks on an impassioned vocal that absolutely makes the cut. “Woman Of The Devil” closes the show with some cool wah-wah guitar and more great lead work from Peck, lithe drumming from Poole and organ madness from Wilson.

This Angel Air reissue gathers an additional five tracks – four live cuts and the demo of “Miss Jane,” the song that Warhorse first shopped to the record execs. If you’re a fan of Deep Purple, Black Sabbath or Uriah Heep, you need to hear Warhorse. This reissue is a gift to all fans of early hard rock, done English style. Done right.

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Iain Ashley Hersey – Nomad

Iain Ashley Hersey\'s \"Nomad\"

If you ever wondered what happened to old-school hard rock – the kind you used to plunk into the car’s 8-track or cassette player before dropping the pedal on a Friday night – you’ll find it in spades on Iain Ashley Hersey’s latest album, NomadIain Ashley Hersey, you ask? Granted, Hersey is no household name, but his music quickly brings bands such as Deep Purple, Rainbow, Led Zeppelin and Bad Company to mind. Hersey is a Fender-Strat-totin’ rocker who deserves a much wider audience. Although Hersey wears his influences on his sleeve, on Nomad (Perris Records), in many ways, he’s bettered the more recent efforts of his classic rock forefathers.

The 10 tracks on Nomad are heavy, bluesy and damn good. They abound with meaty Hammond organ chords, tasty guitar riffs and plenty of attitude. Hersey’s backing band – Holger Seeger (keyboards), Carsten “Lizard” Schulz (vocals), Frank Kraus (drums) and Jochen Mayer (bass) – lock down tight on these tunes and make them jump out of the speakers. Schulz is a terrific singer, with a Glenn Hughes vibe that’s perfect for this material. I love his ability to shift from the golden “Vintage Love,” to the nasty crawl of “Flesh, Blood & Bone.” Hersey’s guitar riffs and tone will resonate with anyone who fell under the spell of Ritchie Blackmore or Jeff Beck, and his solos are the epitome of taste, always serving the music.

Songs such as “Sacrifice The Sun” and “Vintage Love” could have been recorded 25 years ago, but they sound fresh and vital in 2008, a real testament to the strength of the music. But there are plenty of surprises, too: I dig the the opening chords of “Bloody Waters,” which sounds a bit like The Mahavishnu Orchestra’s “Birds Of Fire”; the following track, “Voodoo Spirits,” opens with a playful accordion line straight out of the bayou, before charging ahead with an organ-heavy riff and powerful Schulz vocal. The tune also features a sweet Hersey solo. Played live, I imagine the song brings down the roof. My favorite track is “We’ve Lost The Rhythm,” a real burner that showcases the best of the band, and features some extraordinary singing by Schulz. Nomad closes with a fantastic cover of Rainbow’s “L.A. Connection,” brought to life by guest vocalist Doogie White. Blackmore and Dio would be proud. Hersey, as well, should be proud.

Iain Ashley Hersey’s Nomad is highly, wildly recommended.

The video below of Hersey playing live in 2005 gives you some idea of his sound and style, but get Nomad, nonetheless. You won’t be sorry.

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