Showing posts with label Rock. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Rock. Show all posts

Monday, December 27, 2010

Guided By Voices




After a summer spent devouring experimentalists from the 70's, my tryst with the thoroughly pop-driven Guided By Voices was all the more refreshing. In 1994, they released Bee Thousand, a lovable lo-fi masterpiece, blending the best of 60's British invasion with 90's garage rock to create the most listenable sonic mess since Jesus and the Mary Chain. There's a lot of genre hoping, though it is most consistently a garage rock album, and like the experimentalists of gone ages, Guided By Voices put musical quality before sound quality. That means a lot of crackling, fuzz, low-grade drum kits and oddly cut tracks, a style of production with a history of alienating potential fans. But do yourself, and me, a favor; if you aren't sure garage rock is your thing, or if you're unsettled by the thought of a record where you hear the musicians fussing with their instruments, set aside your biases long enough to hear "I Am a Scientist," which exemplifies Guided By Voices at their most listenable. Then, try out "Gold Star for Robot Boy," a more traditional, washed-out GBV song. If those do nothing for you, I'm surprised, but I've got one last track: the always charming, 60's inspired "Echos Myron." 








We here at Phatfellas hope you're having a winter break of epic proportions!

Peace out or whatever

Friday, December 17, 2010

Goodbye, Captain: Don Van Vliet, better known as Captain Beefheart, dies at 69

This is really sad news Phatties. Avant-garde rock giant Captain Beefheart, best known for his landmark 'Safe as Milk' and 'Trout Mask Replica' albums of the late 1960's passed away this afternoon from complications of multiple sclerosis at 69. While his music was always viewed as challenging and never sold particularly well, his avant-garde music, based in blues rock conventions, has influenced generations of musicians, and his records are consistently rated as among the greatest ever made by adoring rock critics. Legendary DJ John Peel called Beefheart perhaps the only true rock genius, and John Lennon called 'Safe as Milk' his favorite album of 1967, displaying two bumper stickers with the album art at his Weybridge home. Influencing everyone from R.E.M to Devo to Tom Waits, Beefheart was truly one of a kind. Captain, you will be missed.
A story about Beefheart was related to me by Terry Shaddick, singer/guitarist of great British band Tranquility and co-writer of Olivia Newton John's smash 'Physical', who toured alongside Beefheart's Magic Band. Apparently, Beefheart would record in a seperate building from his band, without headphones to hear what they were playing, accounting for some of the odd time signatures and off-kilter sounds of his classic out records.


Merry Clayton rips into Gimme Shelter

I always though the Rolling Stone's 1969 classic 'Gimme Shelter' was their best tune. Tight, nasty, funky, and downright mean, this was the satanic cool of Jagger/Richards at its height. What made the tune so majestic however, were the co-lead vocals of gospel singer Merry Clayton who banshee-wails 'Rape, murder, is just one shot away'. Really chilling stuff. Clayton is a much better singer than Jagger, and for me, it was she who sold the song. As such, her 1970 solo version is a revelation. Think the Stax-Volt horns with a plodding funky-rock groove and a soul diva wailing about the storm threatening her very life, and rape and murder being just a shot away. Killer stuff this is.



And here is the legendary extended Stones version that really extends the groove. Listen for Merry's vocals, and where her voice cracks.

Wednesday, December 8, 2010

Rest In Peace John Lennon

30 years ago today, in New York City, John Lennon was gunned down, but his dream and artistry still lives on today. The Beatles are the most influential and greatest musical group of all time, representing a promise of youth and changing the world through sound. Leaving behind a legacy of peace advocacy, art, love, and a constant striving for freedom and redefining of his role in life, John was a complex, not alway likeable, but alway real man. He was really the jealous guy, who sang I'm a loser and cried for Mother; He was the dreamer who imagined a world of peace; You could count him in (out) of a revolution, singing power to the people right on!; he was a househusband who was so devoted to his children, his beautiful boy Sean and his Jules; in the middle of a bath he called Oh Yoko!; he was the Walrus; he was Beatle John. All of these characteristics make John Lennon a complex and beloved figure who inspired, and continues to inspire us all. We miss you John, as much now as ever.


Check out this wonderful article in the New York Times by Kinks frontman Ray Davies on Lennon.

One of Lennon's most powerful songs, here in the superior World Wildlife Fund version:



Paul McCartney, in wonderfully '80's clothing, does a medley of Lennon songs in honor of his 50th



One from his Fab Days



An anthem for the ages

Friday, December 3, 2010

Concert Review: Roger Water Revives the Wall At Staples Cente

Here is a guest review from my amiga Sophie Pennes, who was fortunate enough to have been at the November 30th show of 'The Wall' at Staples Center:

It was last Spring when I was anxiously sitting in the Milken library, waiting for the clock to turn to exactly 10 AM so I could be the first to purchase presale tickets for Roger Waters next Winter at the Staples Center. The first few years of my high school career were filled with teenage angst and what I thought to be super intelligent philosophical ideologies, but nevertheless, it was also the period of my greatest admiration for Pink Floyd in all of its beauty. So, I had been dreaming of seeing Roger Waters perform for years, and after foolishly passing up the chance to see him at the Hollywood Bowl in 2007, and then being unable to see him at Coachella in 2008, I knew I had to be at this concert. Though this edition of The Wall wouldn’t include former Floyd members, Gilmour, Barrett, Mason or Wright-Waters carried on the show fabulously, accompanied by a live band. As Waters said, it had been exactly, “30 years, 9 months, and 17 days” since he had last preformed The Wall in Los Angeles. Someone from the audience then shouted “Thanks!” to which he graciously replied, “No, thank you.”  
            The Wall, released in 1979, is centered on Waters’ difficult childhood, relationship with his father and the corruption of war and government on humanity. However, although there were a few references to his father in the performance, this touring of The Wall is based on complete anarchy. Through the video projection, Waters referenced historical communist leaders, civilians who were murdered in war, and even George Orwell’s 1984. The performance opened with In the Flesh? and proceeded with The Thin Ice and Another Brick in the Wall, for which he had children come on stage (wearing shirts saying “FEAR BUILDS WALLS”) yelling at a giant figure meant to be a school-teacher. The stage was constructed with a sort of wire cage so that faux bricks could be moved in and out, as the given song required. On the encompassing brick wall, images and movies were constantly being projected, at one point saying, “iBelieve” or “iTrust”- mocking Apple and American consumerism. He continued the show projecting a video of himself singing Mother when he was much younger, to which he now accompanied. When he came to the point in the song that goes, “Mother, should we trust the government?” the words projected onto the brick wall said “No. F*cking. Way.” The audience became ecstatic in noise and applause. Next came Goodbye Blue Sky, and videos of planes dropping bombs were now cast on the wall. However, the bombs were portrayed as symbols such as the cross, the Jewish star, Shell Gasoline, and even Ford or Chevy- yet again another commentary, this time on destructive forces in our society. Following Goodbye Blue Sky, he played Young Lust, as videos of naked women in rather provocative situations were exhibited, becoming a bit too pornographic at one point. The first act ended with Goodbye Cruel World which came to an abrupt and rather cliché but thematic ending.
            Despite Waters overarching theme of the corruption major corporations and the government have on our lives, intermission was full of mass-consumption of overly priced tank tops and commercialized pizza sold at 9 bucks a pop. The irony…
The second act began with Hey You followed by Is There Anybody Out There? Eventually, he got to Bring the Boys Back Home, a song so extremely pertinent to Americans today, concerning our country’s current contention over the issue. While he sang, I, along with most of the audience, was in tears watching the emotional videos of children reuniting with their parents who had finally returned from war overseas. Waters also had his famous giant pig floating around the audience with the slogan “Everything will be okay. Just keep consuming.” He continued in ridiculing consumerism and American naivety as logos were flashed on the screen, as well as videos of Barack Obama and then George Bush, comparing him to infamous world leaders such as Mao and Stalin. After the continuous songs of anarchy and destruction, he played Comfortably Numb- obviously a very nostalgic crowd favorite.
During the time of The Wall’s inception, Waters poked fun at his fans and their dedication to celebrities, himself included. He commented on this at the end of the performance, saying that although he didn’t appreciate his fame and following as a younger man, he does now. Reading another review of the night, I came across a quote saying that, “There’s something about the sheer spectacle of a bloody great brick wall collapsing before your very eyes that immediately justifies whatever bullshit you had to put up with in order to get one of the expensive tickets.” There is no question in my mind that every single person in the audience felt the exact same way. The evening was absolutely spectacular and it was worth every struggle along the way- even tirelessly waiting next to my computer and refreshing the webpage, to purchase these tickets almost half a year ago. Honestly, the performance deserves a 20/10. Absolutely incredible.

Set List
Act 1
  1. In The Flesh? 
  2. The Thin Ice
  3. Another Brick in the Wall, Part 1
  4. The Happiest Days of Our Lives
  5. Another Brick in the Wall, Part 2
  6. Mother
  7. Goodbye Blue Sky 
  8. Empty Spaces 
  9. What Shall We Do Now?   
  10. Young Lust 
  11. One Of My Turns   
  12. Don't Leave Me Now   
  13. Another Brick in the Wall, Part 3   
  14. The Last Few Bricks   
  15. Goodbye Cruel World   
Act 2
  1. Hey You   
  2. Is There Anybody Out There?   
  3. Nobody Home   
  4. Vera   
  5. Bring the Boys Back Home   
  6. Comfortably Numb   
  7. The Show Must Go On   
  8. In The Flesh   
  9. Run Like Hell   
  10. Waiting For The Worms   
  11. Stop   
  12. The Trial 
  13. Outside The Wall 

Tuesday, November 9, 2010

Concert Review: Sufjan Stevens at The Wiltern


Dearest blog readers, be sorry you weren't at this one. If you were, you'll know what I mean when I say that it was a beautiful show of epic proportions, easily one of, if not the best concert I have ever seen. Seamlessly combining his intimate precious folky tendencies with his newfound love for electro-orchestral bombast, Stevens delivered a show that was at once strikingly intimate and epically large-scale. Accompanied by an 11 piece band that included guitars, banjos, synths, trombones, two drummers, pianos, basses, auto-harps, lots of acoustic and electric percussion, and two backup dances wearing space-age silver lamme suits, Stevens began the show simply and quietly with "Seven Swans", a classic from his album of the same name. Initially accompanied only by his banjo, the song grew into a hard-rocking percussion orgasm held down by the two drummers. An incredibly tight unit, the large band rocked, funked, and were sensitive as called for by the individual song. More a piece of performance art than a concert, the band played between two sheer screens that appeared like mosquito netting. This was used to magic effect on the brilliant new song "Vesuvius", during which a volcano was projected onto the back screen and the lava and debris was projected onto the front screen. Pretty far out stuff.
The music was just as brilliantly bombastic as its presentation. Holding up better live than in the studio, Sufjan's main set, with the exception of "Seven Swans" and a phenomenal set closing rendition of his hit "Chicago" was comprised exclusively of new material from his "Age of Adz" album and "All Delighted People" EP. As Sufjan explained awkwardly during a monologue that felt like it went on 20 minutes, the new album explores the life of Royal Robertson, a schizophrenic Louisiana sign painter/folk artist/prophet. That should give some indication that this was not your typical Sufjan show. "Age of Adz" and "Vesuvius" were even more epic than on record; this electro-orchestral music sounded huge, and was especially striking accompanied by the wailing of the backup singers/dancers. On "Impossible Soul", a 25 minute masterpiece of genre melding gold, Sufjan went from folk to funk to auto-tune to '80's aerobics video style herky jerky dancing in neon clothing. Serious stuff.
To alleviate the bombast, Sufjan showed his sensitive folky side between the songs with "palate cleansers" such as the appropriately haunting "Enchanting Ghost" and the beautiful "Heirloom".
The encore, after an INSANE standing ovation, was comprised of acoustic classics from his "Illinoise" and "Seven Swans" records. "Casimir Pulaski Day" stood out as one of the more chilling and emotional moments of live music that I have ever seen, and by the time Sufjan closed the show alone with his acoustic guitar with the creepy yet gorgeous "John Wayne Gacy Jr.", the crowd were swept off their feet. A magical evening with a magical performer.
Setlist is as follows:
Now, here's some video from the show:

Tuesday, October 26, 2010

RIP Reg King of the Action

Man, this blog is getting to be a real downer with all the great dying, but it would just be wrong not to mention this inimitable talents. My friend Will Courtney of the band Brothers and Sisters just informed me of the passing of Reginald 'Reg' King Of all the recently decease artists that we have been honoring, Reg King is perhaps the most obscure, yet the most ripe for rediscovery. Possessing what Pitchfork calls a "powerful, debonair croon", King was the lead singer of critically acclaimed yet doomed-to-failure R&B influence psychedelic pop group the Action ('freakbeat' in music critic lingo). Check this baby out; a cover of the Marvelettes' 'Keep on Holding On', this gives the Who a run for their money.
Allmusic states: "After the Beatles, the Action were the most impressive band signed to EMI by George Martin during the mid-'60s. That they never managed to chart a single in the space of two years with the label, even as lesser bands sold tens of thousands of records with seemingly no effort, is one of those great ironies of mid-'60s English rock & roll.
Now why is he so important if they never scored a hit nor made a record? Well, they played a psychedelic brand of folky power-popish R&B that could have given the Zombies, the early Who, or the Small Faces a run for their money; Reg King was a powerhouse vocalist, a true R&B force of nature like Steve Winwood; and most importantly, in 2002, their archives turned out one of the best psych albums of all time. Yup; within the archives of EMI lay an unreleased album, Rolled Gold, on par with 'The Who Sell Out' or any of the best '60's British rock- allmusic calls it "a lost masterpiece...Tracks such as "Something to Say" and especially "Brain" with Reggie pleading for immortality over a hugely anthemic chord progression are as good, if not better, than anything that charted during the late '60s and sound less dated than many of the Action's contemporaries' efforts. It's as if Paul Weller time-traveled back to 1967 and wrote the best songs of his career. Every track is a fully realized melodic and lyrical statement. While there is a roughness to the demo-quality recording, it only magnifies the raw emotions the Action were able to translate into timeless music -- music that deserved much better than it got." Tell it like it is AMG. Oh. And Pitchfork gave it an 8.0. Check it out.

We at Phat Fellas salute you, Reg King, British master of soul.

Here are a few Rolled Gold tracks:


Here's a solo version of one of my favorite songs on 'Rolled Gold', Little Boy. Vocals DO NOT get better than that. ROCK AND ROLL, damn it.

Friday, September 18, 2009

The National


this is album is a couple years old now, so I don't feel quite right blogging about it, but I don't feel quite ready to blog about my most recent musical ventures (Peter and the Wolf, and the Traditionist) just yet. But that's not a real loss, because this is one of my favorite albums of all time, and I need a good rant right now.


The Nationals 4th album, Boxer, is a beautiful and sincere piece of work. It is host to lazy recluses (and rebellious ones) and people drunk and in love. When I walk down the streets with it playing in my ears, I feel like I'm somewhere else, in another city living another life, crooked and happy. Matt Berninger writes like he's been through a whole life and back again, and his tired baritone voice draws you in to the words and their meaning like no other singer I've heard. There are singers everywhere you hear, but don't listen to. Matt is not one of those singers.

The album is at times heavy and dark, and alternatively can be bright and soft. In fact, almost every other song switches off that way. There is a specific song on the album I can't get enough of, Gospel. With it's odd lyrics and it's washed out sound, it is unusually bright and romantic, making it stand out on the album and, in my opinion, making it the gem on the top of the crown. Don't miss out on this.

In Honor of Rosh HaShanah- Some Funky Jewish Music

For all of you Hebrew hipsters who want to spice up your Jewish new year with something a little funkier than the Malavsky Sweet Singers of Israel Family Choir (more on them and their ramshakle charm another time), check out these cool, funky, obscure, and yes, Jewish LP's that will sweeten your holiday while keeping yourself firmly within your cool, Pitchfork reading, indie image.

Herbie Hancock Sextet- Hear O' Israel: A Prayer Ceremony in Jazz
The title really says it all; this classic period "lost" Herbie Hancock album (only a couple hundred copies were initially pressed) is a Jewish prayer service set to jazz tunes commission by Rabbi David Davis and written by 17 year old Jonathan Klein. The work was preformed at Friday night prayer concerts, and recorded in 1968 with the absolutley stellar lineup of Herbie Hancock, Thad Jones, Ron Carter, Jerome Richardson, Grady Tate, Jonathan Klein , soprano
and contralto vocalists and Rabbi Richard Davis as reader. Much of the album is made up of Coltrane style spiritual jazz, hard boppin' Blue Note-style tunes or Herbie Hancock piano explorations, yet the Hebrew singing gives it a whole different twist. Indeed, the vocal charts are pretty out there and are an aquired taste that can occasionally grate on the listener, but not enough to scare them away from this swinging and beautiful peice of Jewish soul Jazz. A really unique and spiritually moving record, "Matovu- Borchu", "Sh'ma", "Sanctification" and "Torah Service- Adoration" are among the highlights of this interesting, surprising and often beautiful record. Never thought you'd hear a Herbie Hacock song called Kiddush, right?

Various Artist-Soul Messages From Dimona
The musicians on this extraordinary compilation first worked together as part of a group of session musicians from Chicago called the Metrotones. After becoming involved with Ben Ammi Carter's Black-Hebrew Zionist vision, these musician moved to West Africa, where they encountered many a hardship (including the abduction of band members Shevat Boyd and Yehuda Whitfield). Re-christened the Soul Messengers, the group moved to the settlement of Dimona in Southern Israel's Negev Desert.
Augmented by female singers Spirit of Israel, teen group the Tonistics (the black Jewish Jackson 5), and male singers Sons of the Kingdom, the musically collective became popular for their free shows during the Yom Kippur War.
The music included on this collection is diverse; songs range from Jewish psychedelic gospel to spiritual soul Jazz to disco infused funk. Most songs have religious subject matter and all are ridiculously funky. For all of you Hebraic Fela Kuti worshipers, this is the album for you. I am hesitant to peg this one with the "Jewish" tag; this is simply one of the best soul releases of any sort I have heard recently. And come on, where else can you hear a Hebrew rewrite of Steam's "Na Na Na (Kiss Him Goodbye)" ?

Oren Bloedow and Jennifer Charles- La Mar Enfortuna
Sephardic indie rock? What, what? Yes, you heard right. The masterminds of the indie rock group Elysian Fields explore the music of the Spanish Jews on this 2001 release as part of avant-garde jazzer John Zorn's Radical Jewish Culture imprint of the Tzadik record label. The reinterpretations can be radical; "La Rosa" is transformed from sultry love ballad to a menacing and sexy blues workout while "Ayyu-Ha S-Saqi" becomes an avant garde Arabic drone workout, complete with requisite backwards tapes, oud and saz. The 10 minute "Porke Yorach" is slow, jazzy and sexy in a way that few music is. These reinterpretations are alternately edgy, dark and creepy or sultry and passionate; although respectful of the music's spirit, this is, as the label suggests, radical Jewish music. Jennifer Charles is a very sultry and passionate singer, and approaches these songs with heart. Embracing jazz, funk, avant-garde, rock and Latin, this indie-Sephardic record is a unique jem.

More on Jewish grooviness another time, peeps. So, Jewish folk, happy new year.

Additional Jewish Grooviness: anything on John Zorn's Tzadik label

Thursday, September 17, 2009

Great Albums: Spoon- Girls Can Tell

It's midnight; the fog rolls in heavily, enveloping the bleak urban landscape with a layer of haze. Only the warm light of the streetlamps can penetrate through. Shady men congregate at steet corners and smoke their cigarettes while engaging in illegal business. This is sleek, moody, modern, in a 1940's way; very dark, very sleek, very now. No, this is not a film noir; Humphrey Bogart is irrelevant to this post. This is the sound of Spoon's masterpiece "Girls Can Tell".

After having released two raw and urgent post-punk albums that were heavily indebted to Wire, Gang of Four, Nirvana and the Pixies, Spoon finally found their own unique voice on this 2001 release. Rather than adding elements to their music for dramatic effect, Spoon pare their sound down to only the most essetial elements; a sort of minimalism akin to a Mondrian painting. These songs are lean, mean and direct in a way that recalls Elvis Costello, yet is unique to Spoon; in an era where bands are becoming increasingly pompous and self indulgent (Muse anyone?), Spoon's self councious minamalism is a breath of fresh air. The album exudes the stylish swagger of Film noir, an effect enhanced by liberal use of vibes, mellotron, viola, harpsichord and percussion. However, they never pile on too many instruments and always know how to let the music breathe, a skill which is lacking these days in most bands (I love you Arcade Fire, but you're a prime culprit).

Singer, guitarist and composer Britt Daniel draws from many influences (among them Elvis Costello, Motown, the Beatles, Gang of Four), but rather than becoming a slavish impersonator, he takes from them the indescribable qualities that make music classic and timeless. Daniel's vocals are raw and emotional, sometimes to the point of sounding angry and confrontational; in my opinion, he is one of the great rock vocalists of all time. The lyrics are literary and largely obscure in nature, but they are smart and often fascinating.The marriage of intellectual lyrics with an aggressive and wiry guitar attack makes for an exciting listening experience. Throughout all of this, Spoon never loose track of their pop instinct and their roots in classic rock'n'roll, unlike nearly everyone of their indie rock peers (finally, a rock band who sound like a rock band!).

This eclectic and brilliant album states its intentions from the get-go. "Everything Hits At Once" an ominous pop song driven by vibes and electric piano is a mini masterpiece; longing and hurt pride are evident in Daniel's impassioned vocal. "Lines in the Suit" is a great slice of guitar pop with a brilliant middle section that recalls John Lennon. "The Fitted Shirt" is a Ray Davies/Kinks style homage to shirts that fit right, set to a groovy guitar riff, funky drums, and a harpsichord on which Daniel laments the loss of more proper times and better shirts: "I Long For The Days/They Used To Say/Ma'am And Yes Sir/For Now I'm Going To Find/Buttons For My/ Dad's Old Used Shirt." "10:20 AM" is a great piece of trippy '60's style folk, complete with harmonies and flute mellotrons. The pulsating "Take A Walk", the soulful and minimalistic "Take the Fifth", the upbeat and poppy "Anything You Want" and the jagged "Believe Is Art" are testaments to the diversity of this records, yet all of the songs are performed with the same emotional, gritty and stylish verve, which gives the album a consistency almost never found in albums these days. "This Book Is A Movie", tense and chilling instrumental and "Chicago At Night", a pop song that is just chilly and jagged enough to keep up the albums noir vibe close this beautifully succinct, 36 minute record on a high and slightly creepy note.

Next time you go out to get your fitted shirts pressed, pick up a copy of this creative rock and roll jem. This is the record that will make the curmudgeons who say "they don't make records like they used to" change their tune.

Key Tracks: Everything Hits At Once, Me and the Bean, Lines In the Suit, The Fitted Shirt, 10:20 Am

Monday, September 14, 2009

Great Albums: The La's (Self Titled)


The only album recorded by the La's, this record was released by troubled perfectionist Lee Mavers and company in 1990. An incredibly unique album that exists in an oasis of pure guitar pop perfection, the record recalls the best elements of the Beatles, the Who, the Hollies, and the Kinks, yet is not overly indebted to the past. Punchy and alive yet not frantic, the album floats along at an unhurried pace, with no song overstaying its welcome. Totally unaffected, this sensational and highly melodic record is one of the most refreshingly accessible, rich, and above all fun records I have ever heard.

The record is forceful and lean sounding, partially thanks to Steve Lillywhite's clean and unobtrusive production, chock full of sinewy and clean electric guitars and textured layered acoustic strumming. Lee Mavers' voice is a marvel; full of attitude and distinctly British, it would be a big influence on Liam Gallagher and Oasis, Blur and the entire Brit-pop movement of the 1990's.

19 years after its release, this record hasn't aged a day and is nostalgic and timeless in a way that only a select handful of records are (i.e the Beatles' catalogue). This is a perfect pop album; 35 minutes of pure jangle-y melodic joy. The main factor that is responsible for the total brilliance of this record is Lee Mavers' heavenly melodies; this man can write a hook like no other. Take "There She Goes" for example; certainly one of the finest pop singles of the 1990's, if not all time, this simple ditty's pure melody will be stuck in your head for weeks at a time (if that guitar riff doesn't do the trick first). Why this album is so unknown and sold so poorly is a mystery to me, as there is nothing more life affirming than authentic, energetic, and supremely tuneful pop music. If you don't own this simply exquisite masterpiece, you should.

Thursday, September 10, 2009

Great Albums: Spirit- The Twelve Dreams of Dr. Sardonicus

This is the first installment of a series of post on great albums, both new and old, well liked and obscure. If you like a record that's a good listen from beginning to end, these posts are the place to go.

Forget what you know about the rock music scene in California in the 1960's; for my money, this 1970 masterpiece from Spirit is among the least dated, richest and most creative LP releases to emerge from that scene.

Founded in Los Angeles in 1967 by Randy California (guitars, vocals), Mark Andes (bass) and Jay Ferguson (vocals, percussion), their lineup was fleshed out by Ed Cassidy (drums) and keyboard player John Locke. A jazz drummer 20 years the other musicians senior who had played with Thelonious Monk, Gerry Mulligan and Cannonball Adderley among other, Cassidy was Randy California's stepfather.


This, the fourth and last album issued by the original incarnation of this group, is at the same time tight and experimental, loose and disciplined. It manages like few other albums to balance the excesses of '60's psychadelic experimentation and pop tunecraft. Songs run the gamut from hard driving soul that give Sly Stone a run for his money ("Mr. Skin") to jazzy progressive psychadelia bathed in a plethora of tape loops ("Space Child", "Love Has found a Way") to tight hard rockers with killer fuzz guitar and harmonies ("When I Touch You", "Street Worm"), among other styles. The group also demonstrates their gentler side on songs such as the hit single "Nature's Way", the sensitive and intimate "Soldier", and the absolutely stunning "Why Can't I be Free", which recalls the best of the Beach Boys' late '60's and early '70's output. However, this does not result in a disjointed album; on the contrary, this record flows like no other. Produced by Neil Young producer David Briggs, the record is graced with clean production that only enhances the strong tunes, virtuoso playing (California codified his guitar style with friend Jimi Hendrix), and excellent vocals courtesy of Ferguson and California.

While a critical success, the album simply didn't sell. However, today, this album has stood the test of time far more than most of its contemporaries; compare this to a concurrent Led Zeppelin album and tell me which one is tighter, more creative, more tuneful and more listenable.

Check this jem out. You are in for a real treat.

Key Tracks: "Prelude-Nothing To Hide", "Mr. Skin", "Nature's Way", "Morning Will Come"

Sunday, September 6, 2009

Frightened Rabbit

Just a little suggestion for anyone who has never heard them, Frightened Rabbit hails from Scottland, and they play some of my favorite pop rock of this decade. Last years album, The Midnight Organ Fight, is the tale of one mans (or ALL mens) frightening journey through adulthood and his eternal search for a decent woman. The singer Scott Hutchison explores the ideas of love, sex, drunkenness, god, and self-loathing in such a ruggedly poetic manner that, like any good book, it draws you in and takes you on a ride you won't soon forget. The band plays a dozen different styles on the album, from "The Twists" rolling piano keys and tamberine, and "Head Rolls Offs" layered rock sound and much darker organ drone, to "The Modern Lepers" marching band on crack feel.
I don't think I've ever been happier to hear about someones failed attempts at life, and I'm sure you'll feel the same way.