**** for It Couldn't Be Me, In The Night, No Time, I Lost My Love, The Sorcerer Of Isis (The Ritual Of The Mole)
*** for Green Grass & Clover, Uncertain Destination, Realization, Hard Working Man
** for The Death Trip
I'm in the process of re-listening and re-evaluating my record collection, in no particular order. I'll be sharing the results of my evaluation and thoughts on the music in this blog.
**** for It Couldn't Be Me, In The Night, No Time, I Lost My Love, The Sorcerer Of Isis (The Ritual Of The Mole)
*** for Green Grass & Clover, Uncertain Destination, Realization, Hard Working Man
** for The Death Trip
When random selection brought this one out, I tried to remember how long it's been since I last heard it. I certainly haven't listened to it since we moved to The Netherlands 11,5 years ago. I just packed my records and CD's in crates and shipped them along. Why, if not to listen to them? Well, that is a dangerous question. If I answer it, I'd have to stop collecting records and probably seriously downsize my collection to something more manageable - because what is the reason of buying a record/CD if you're only going to listen to it every 15 years, as in this case? And it's not as if I didn't like this compilation either. I remember being quite happy with it when I bought it - of course at the time I was obsessed with garage/psychedelic 60's. It just takes too long for a CD to return to the stereo because there are always too many new albums to listen to and too little time.
Well, this is what I know about The Baroques: they came from Milwaukee, and were originally known (or, more precisely, unknown) as The Complete Unknowns - a typical garage band until, sometime in the late '66, they changed their name to The Baroques and jumped upon the psychedelic bandwagon as one of its first passengers. By '67, every label in the country wanted in, and The Baroques were lucky/unlucky enough to get picked up by an important one: Chess Records -home of Muddy Waters, Chuck Berry, Bo Didley, Howlin' Wolf, and the whole Chicago blues scene- was looking to expand into new directions. Unfortunately they were so intrinsically identified with blues that pop/rock radio stations ignored them, while "black" radio DJ's didn't know what to make out of the unfamiliar sounds of The Baroques. Thankfully the band had already built a great live reputation, and were also helped along by the controversy surrounding debut single "Mary Jane" which was perceived to be pro-drug and was banned from radio stations bestowing them an air of infamy but also ultra-hipness. Certainly both sides of the single were amazing: both the folk rock A side and the heavier garage fuzz B side "Iowa, a Girl's Name". The compositions have strong melodies, fuzz guitars and baroque keyboards - piano rather than organ which was more common at the time. Both songs were included in their sole 1967 album for Chess, included here in its entirety. Of the rest, "Seasons" is a nostalgic ballad, while "Musical Tribute to the Oscar Meyer Weiner Wagon" starts off as one but evolves into a noisy freak out jam. "There's Nothing Left to Do But Cry" and "Love in a Circle" are a couple of folk rockers with nice harmonies, "Rose Colored Glasses" and "Bicycle" are upbeat and quirky, and "Purple Day" a slow psychedelic ballad. These 9 tracks comprise their 1967 eponymous LP, but the CD isn't even halfway finished: the compilers added a bunch of rare and previously unreleased stuff. The oldest predate the album by a few months: these include early versions "Iowa" and "Oscar Meyer" and an excellent instrumental called "Baroques Theme" featuring nice piano and harmonica. Then there's 9 more tracks possibly recorded with a second album in mind - unfortunately Chess dropped them, disappointed with their lack of success. Only the last 2 songs were (self) released as a single: "I Will Not Touch You" is dark Floyd-ish psychedelia, while "Remember" is a gentle ballad with an oriental melody. Both excellent, while of the rest there are only 2 tracks at the same level: the waltzy "At the Garden Gate" and mid-tempo "Beckwith" with nice jazzy flute. "Tangerine Sunset" is a 12-minute psychedelic jam with cool flute and drums solos, while "Death of an Onion" is a collage of "nightmarish" cacophonous noise - the sole misstep in this excellent compilation. File under "Lost psychedelic gems of the 60's".
***** for Mary Jane
**** for Iowa a Girl's Name, Seasons, Rose Colored Glasses, Musical Tribute to the Oscar Meyer Weiner Wagon, There's Nothing Left to Do But Cry, Bicycle, Love in a Circle, Iowa #2, Oscar Meyer #2, Baroques Theme, At the Garden Gate, I Will Not Touch You, Remember
*** for Purple Day, Sunflowers, Beckwith, Tangerine Sunset,
** for Death of an Onion, Flying Machine, Hand
This is one of many FZ compilations I have in my collection. I know that multiple comps are a messy way to get into an artist's work, with all the inevitable overlapping tracks and stylistic changes between different eras and evolutional stages in their life. Usually what I do is first get a good best-of comp (minimum 15 tracks). Then I go for the classic individual releases: the ones that combine great reviews and biggest sales. If I really like an artist, I work slowly through their complete discography. But that's not the way to go with Zappa: Allmusic lists 35 four or five-star albums, and some of his best-known songs aren't even included. At my pace, and with Zappa's extreme productivity, there's no way I'm getting all his "essential" albums in this lifetime. So I pick up comps ("Oh look: Here are a couple of great songs that I don't have, plus a few plain good ones, There are also 4-5 that I do already have, and 4 or 5 that I haven't heard yet. It's not too expensive, let's get it!").
Of all the Zappa compilations in my collection, this is probably the most idiosyncratic (which is, in any way, a word that perfectly fits this artist). Rykodisc, the label that has (or had?) the rights of the FZ catalogue, is renowned for the meticulous work they do on reissues and anthologies. Their first attempt to anthologize this material was in the old and tried "greatest hits" manner. That compilation, called Strictly Commercial, is of course brilliant and will be presented here later. But it's hardly representative, since FZ was anything but commercial. So they opted to ask musicians to compile their own favorites. The series (called Zappa Picks) didn't get further than 2 volumes, this one which is compiled by Primus's Larry LaLonde and another compiled by Jon Fishman Of Phish. These are a completely different beast to Strictly Commercial. FZ is famously a musician's musician, which accounts for the inclusion of many complex, experimental, almost impossible to play, instrumentals. On the plus side, LaLonde mixes it up a bit by including different styles and by mixing songs into a continuous medley that displays all the schizophrenic qualities of FZ's individual albums. Next to the instrumentals ("Five-Five-Five", "Alien Orifice", "Echidna's Arf", "Black Page No.2", the rocking "On The Bus", Hot Rats' jazzy "Little Umbrellas", and the synth-heavy "G-Spot Tornado" from the appropriately named Jazz From Hell), there are a few conventional rockers with smoking hot guitars and funky overtones ("Camarillo Brillo", "Fine Girl", "Wind Up Workin' In A Gas Station", "Doreen") and others combining rock, disco, avant-garde and general silliness ("St. Alphonso's Pancake Breakfast", "Wild Love", the comical/sleazy "Fembot in a Wet T-Shirt"). "Dog Breath" is a sample of the early psychedelic days containing comedy, pop, doo-wop, jazz, opera and the kitchen sink. "Sofa No. 2" is a pretty tune whose charm Zappa tries to mask with a splash of weird German pseudo-operatic vocals, "Evelyn, A Modified Dog" is a short poem reading over some nice piano backing, and "Village of the Sun" (about his hometown) the closer he gets to a heartfelt nostalgic ballad. According to the liner notes "Dumb All Over" was LaLonde's initiation to FZ, and what a powerful introduction it is: the hollow funky beat, scorching guitar, distorted vocal, and one of Zappa's best lyrics, a scathing rejection of organized religion and of fanatics on all sides. This is not my favorite version of the song though: I prefer the live one because the lyrics are more intelligible. Finally, you may want to ask whether this works well as an introduction to Frank Zappa. The answer is Yes, if you want to acquaint yourself with all the facets of his work and experience his glorious madness head-on; some of his discography's highlights are present, and LaLond made sure there's a lot of variation and a nice flow to the compilation. On the other hand, to the untrained ear (including mine) a couple of selections may seem overloaded to the point of cacophony. So if you're a song-oriented person who likes simpler, conventionally structured, tunes this is not where you want to start. Go straight for Strictly Commercial. You won't be disappointed.
***** for Dumb All Over, Little Umbrellas, Sofa No. 2
**** for Five-Five-Five, Camarillo Brillo, Fine Girl, St. Alphonso's Pancake Breakfast, Fembot in a Wet T-Shirt, On the Bus
*** for Alien Orifice, Evelyn, A Modified Dog, Wild Love, Dog Breath, Echidna's Arf (Of You), Wind Up Workin' in a Gas Station, Black Page No.2, Doreen
** for G-Spot Tornado, Village of the Sun
Apparently the Pipettes were conceived by their guitarist Monster Bobby as "an experiment in band-making" - which accounts nicely for their name, both a laboratory instrument and a reference to The Ronnettes, one of the girl groups from pop's golden era whose sound The Pipettes were determined to modernize. Bobby assembled a band of male backing musicians (nicknamed "The Cassettes") who stay in the shadows while the 3 female vocalists steal the spotlight. Fortunately he didn't go all Phil Spector on them and try to mastermind it all from the backstage, but instead he let them function as a true rock band: All (boys and girls) share the songwriting credits, although the lyrics are always written from the girls' perspective - usually a bit on the naughty side, reveling in a role reversal of the classic boy/girl pop narratives: these girls deride guys for thinking they could be more than an "One Night Stand" on the eponymous upbeat number, or for being bookish and not interested in having sex with them on "ABC". And they also do have a song called "Sex", but don't get me wrong: this isn't some kind of female Mötley Crüe - more like a PG-rated version of 60's girl pop that recognizes that girls are entitled to have some fun, and to be independent, even kind of naughty if they so feel like. The music strikes a perfect balance between retro and now-pop: the girls' harmonies, polka-dot dresses and dance moves come straight from the early 60's, just like the old-fashioned strings and brass arrangements. The beats on the other side -even when they pay tribute to Motown, as in the album's highlight "Pull Shapes"- have a frenzier, more danceable quality, incorporating everything that came later, be it ABBA, Bananarama, or electro-pop. And while it's the faster, more manic, numbers that stayed with me ("Your Kisses Are Wasted on Me", "One Night Stand", "Dirty Mind"), others may be drawn to the ballads ("A Winter's Sky", "I Love You") with their seductive vocals and sugary strings. Truth be told, at least 10 of the album's 15 songs (including bonus track "Really That Bad") could have been singles: they're hooky as hell, melodic, danceable, lots of fun, and never overstay their welcome with most of them clocking under 3 minutes - the complete CD duration stays well below 40 minutes. Opener "We Are The Pipettes" stands out from the rest with its early B52's sci-fi schtick. It sounds a bit silly at first, but after listening to the whole CD a couples of times it comes through as an original, zany, entertaining, moment inside a more calculated whole. Because, although it'd be unfair to say the songs all sound the same, they mostly seem to follow the same recipe. Like the abuse of a special effect in a movie: impressive at first, but every time it's used it loses some of its power and the green screen magic behind it threatens to get exposed. I guess that's the one fault of The Pipettes: A brilliant idea, impeccably executed, yet still there's something artificial about them. Compare them with their organically-grown 80's counterparts The Go Go's, and you'll see what I mean.
**** for Pull Shapes, Why Did You Stay?, Dirty Mind, Your Kisses Are Wasted on Me, One Night Stand
*** for We Are the Pipettes, It Hurts to See You Dance So Well, Judy, A Winter's Sky, Tell Me What You Want, Because It's Not Love (But It's Still a Feeling), Sex, ABC, I Love You, Really That Bad
I bought this CD on a sale recently for €1, together with a bunch of albums I missed out on in the 00's. All these albums were best-sellers at the time, most of them had at least a couple of songs on heavy rotation on the radio - people were listening to the radio not so long ago, I swear! No streaming services at the time, no Spotify, and no youtube! Back then, the only way to watch your favorite videoclips again was to stake them out on MTV, and press REC on your VCR the moment they begin playing. When I saw this CD on sale, I thought it was worth picking up if only for "All The Things She Said", rightfully one of the biggest pop hits of the 00's - plus I was curious to hear how they'd approach their Smiths cover "How Soon Is Now".
**** for All the Things She Said
*** for Not Gonna Get Us, Show Me Love, 30 Minutes, Stars, Я Сошла С Ума, Нас Не Догонят, Show Me Love (extended)
** for How Soon Is Now?, Clowns (Can You See Me Now?), Malchik Gay, 30 Minutes (Remix)
According to received wisdom, pub rock kept the "flame of original rock'n'roll" alive during the dark prog era of "bloated" concept albums with symphonic ambitions - at least until punk rock came to remind us of the simple values of rock'n'roll. Nonsense, I say! Prog and punk? They're apples and oranges! As for rock'n'roll? Cherries! Because exactly how are Richie Valence and Johnny Rotten similar? That said, I've found out that I quite like this pub rock thing. It's not a homogenous genre: there are different combinations of rockabilly, R&B, country, garage rock, even reggae, involved. What all these bands have in common is simpler song structures, the element of fun, and lack of pretention and self-importance which was often evident in 70's mainstream rock. The immediacy of their approach worked best in small venues like pubs, which gave this "genre" its name in contrast to the "arena rock" - even though some of those stadium rockers (e.g. The Rolling Stones) weren't musically a world away from pub bands like Ducks Deluxe, meaning that pub rock wasn't as revolutionary as music critics imply.
Arthur Lee's 21st century comeback was one of the most amazing and unexpected in show business - I count myself very lucky to have witnessed it. I had fallen in love with the music of Love when I first heard it in my late teens. Their tunes, the lyrics, and Arthur's voice really moved me - both their acclaimed masterpiece Forever Changes and their simpler garage folk debut rank among my all-time favorites. But I never expected to see them live: rumors were that Lee was a lost cause, his talent was totally spent, and his behavior was too erratic for any labels/concert organizers to bother with him. He was almost forgotten by the mid-80's but the 90's saw his popularity rise steadily, so that he was able to tour again and release a pretty decent album (to be presented here sometime, along with the rest of his discography). Until, that is, the American penal system decided to make an example out of him: he was sentenced to 12 years in prison for the "negligent discharge of a firearm", which basically means shooting in the air. Who could imagine that a victimless offence could carry a heavier penalty than, say, voluntary manslaughter? Well, that's what you get in California under the "three strikes law" - especially if you happen to be black, as many observed at the time. He was released on December 2001 after serving 5,5 years - not so much because of the support movement by a handful of musicians and fans, but because the judge who convicted him was found guilty of judicial misconduct, leading to a lot of his decisions getting overthrown. Lee immediately contacted Baby Lemonade, the neo-psychedelic band that had backed him during his first attempt for a career revival in the 90's, and they started touring the world again. This is when I first had the chance to see them, summer 2002 in an open air double bill with Porcupine Tree as headliners. I came to the gig apprehensively: yes, Arthur Lee and Love had produced some of my favorite records, but -even in the 60's- they never had a great live reputation, plus the man had been out of commission for years. Well, I've seen hundreds of gigs but this counts as one of the best ever: I've never seen someone so exhilarated to be on stage and to be able to perform his songs in front of an audience. When he sang those lyrics from "Red Telephone" you really felt chills up your spine "They're locking them up today/They're throwing away the key/I wonder who it will be tomorrow, you or me?...We're all normal and we want our freedom". One could feel the "love" flow to and from the audience, and it seemed that happy endings are indeed possible. Next year the band were back, this time augmented with horns and strings, to play their masterpiece Forever Changes the way it was meant to sound, replicating the ornate studio arrangements. If the 2002 tour was the unlikely resurrection of an underground legend, the Forever Changes Tour was the victory lap: High-profile media coverage, big venues, and a live CD/DVD in the works. Once more, the enthusiasm was palpable. The third, and last, time I saw Artur Lee and Love was in 2005. This time they relied more on their experience and musical affinity rather than some sense of elation. After 4 years touring together, Lee and Baby Lemonade had morphed into the new Love, and arguably better than the originals were: not burdened by drug problems, clearly in love with the material, the younger guys happy to be playing alongside one of their heroes. As a bonus, Johnny Echols from the original band was there to provide another link with the past, and he obviously had great chemistry with both Lee and the other band members. For this occasion I had come together with my girlfriend to share my excitement about the band with her. At the time I thought she was unlucky to have missed the first two magical concerts, but in the light of what happened next, she -and everyone else who witnesses Love during those last years- was very lucky indeed. 3 months later, Arthur Lee and Love would cut their tour short and part ways. The general assumption was that this was due to a relapse to Lee's old quirks which had hindered the original band's progress, plagued his solo career and driven him to prison. Some kind of unnamed health issue was also mentioned. He never publicly acknowledged its seriousness, and was busy making plans for a new Love line-up featuring members of fellow Memphis residents The Reigning Sound. It later transpired that the man was sick with leukemia, and only had a few months to live. He never played again, and finally died on August 3rd, 2006 at the age of 61. Had the judge's decision not been overturned, he probably would have died in prison and be remembered as just another psychedelic casualty like Syd Barrett. Fortunately that didn't happen. Instead, these last 4 years as an active musician (2002-2005) have reconnected him with his audience, fed his legend, and brought him the international acclaim he so richly deserved and which had eluded him the first time around.