Friday, December 1, 2023
Using the experience and knowledge gained from a decade in the music biz, Popovich branched out on his own in 1977, launching Cleveland International Records from his adopted hometown. Best known, perhaps, for the overwhelming success enjoyed by Meat Loaf’s Bat Out of Hell album (40+ million hubcaps sold and counting!), Cleveland International found its niche as a forward-thinking independent rock ‘n’ roll label releasing albums like Meat Loaf wingman Jim Steinman’s solo Bad For Good and Ellen Foley’s Night Out as well as records by artists as diverse as The Boyzz, Ian Hunter, Ronnie Spector, and the Euclid Beach Band (their “There’s No Surf In Cleveland” is a post-punk, power-pop gem!). Oh yeah, Cleveland International also released a few more Meat Loaf LPs that sold by the truckload…
Long before Popovich became embroiled in the murky morass that is the music industry, he was banging out tunes on his own with bands like The Twilighters and Ronnie & the Savoys. Formerly known as The Polka Kings, they changed their name when Popovich brought his bass guitar skills to the band. Ronnie & the Savoys entered into the studios at Cleveland Recording Company sometime in 1958 and laid down two red-hot slabs of primal rock ‘n’ roll for release as a single and, thanks to the good folks at Cleveland International (now run by Steve Jr.) and Little Steven’s Wicked Cool Records, you can add this nifty 7” wax with picture sleeve to your collection.
The 45’s A-side, “Domino,” is a period-perfect roller-coaster o’ rock ‘n’ roll cheap thrills. Featuring swaggering vox by “Poppy” laying out a narrative of the title character’s tragic fate, the song is layered with manic guitarplay, Tim Tokish’s blaring saxophone, and a rhythmic backbone straight and strong enough that you could run it up a flagpole and salute. Clocking in at a radio-friendly three-minutes, more or less, “Domino” found ready airplay from Cleveland radio, but the single also found friendly programmers in Pittsburgh and on the West Coast.
The flapjack’s B-side is equally bodacious, “Slapping Rods and Leaky Oil” a scrappy, madcap instrumental that captures a real hod-rod vibe with Jim Sellers’ wiry fretwork (a few licks evince a Duane Eddy twang) and Zupancich’s explosive drumbeats clashing with Tokish’s out-of-control saxplay. At a hair over two-minutes, the song takes off like a rocket and quickly achieves orbit. Ronnie & the Savoys became a fairly well-known band in the Cleveland area, honing their sound with nightly performances at Leo’s Café, a blue-collar joint in the city’s Polish neighborhood.
Ronnie & the Savoys would later move up to larger venues and bigger crowds, but they could never break free of Cleveland and long-term success wasn’t knocking at the door. Popovich would eventually pursue his love of music in a different forum, helping other musicians achieve their vision. Sadly, Popovich passed away too young in 2011, but his fingerprints can be heard every day through Classic Rock radio playlists. Ronnie & the Savoys was the first step towards creating Popovich’s legacy, and you can get the single exclusively through the Cleveland International Records website…take a look around, you’ll find some other cool stuff while you’re there!
The Pretenders have been kicking around the music biz for nearly a quarter-century now, the band’s two constants being extraordinary vocalist/songwriter Chrissie Hynde and vastly underrated drummer Martin Chambers. Hynde has seen her share of sorrow, as two original band members died tragically young, and her share of heartache, with two failed marriages and high-profile romances. As a result, she has become somewhat of an authority on the rock ‘n’ roll love song; few songwriters are capable of distilling bittersweet heartache and bitter heartbreak into a lyric with the fire and passion of Chrissie Hynde.
Loose Screw (Artemis Records), the Pretenders’ eighth studio album and the band’s first effort since 1999, shows that Hynde and company have held onto the form that has placed them in the Top Forty several times since 1980. Hynde’s voice is as warm and sultry as ever, capable of both the kitten’s purr and the tiger’s growl. Guitarist Adam Seymour has come into his own after almost ten years with the band, adding personal six-string flourishes to the Pretenders template created by original axeman James Honeyman-Scott while drummer Chambers has provided a consistent rhythmic backbone to Hynde’s vocals since day one.
There are several songs on Loose Screw that meat the standard the band set twenty-something years ago. “Nothing Breaks Like A Heart” is a soulful pop song with mild electronic rhythms and classic Smokey Robinson-styled lyrics and vocals. Hynde’s “Should Of” is a breathless tale of love lost, sad ruminations on what should have been rather than what was. It is the thinly-veiled autobiography of “Complex Person” that stands out on Loose Screw, though, the song providing a revealing glimpse at the artist’s psyche, a lyrical reflection of self image paired with an infectious beat and Hynde’s vocals. The song provides the perfect description of the defiantly individualistic Hynde, her aggressive personality and forceful femininity alienating some listeners and inuring her to others.
Life On Other Planets holds a half-dozen hit singles in its grooves if there was anybody in corporate radio these days that could hear them. “Grace” is a boisterous number with aggressive harmonies, a sing-song chorus and a dash of honky-tonk piano that will have you humming for days while “Za” is a Beatles-inspired romp with Lennonesque vocals and more hooks than a song should legally be allowed to have. The frantic riffing of “Rush Hour Soul” sends an electric current through the length of the song, Coombes’ chaotic vocals evolving into a fuzzbox frenzy in this radio-ready alt-rocker. The band shows its psychedelic proclivities with “Prophet 15,” a trippy, atmospheric song haunted by the ghost of Pink Floyd’s Syd Barrett. Supergrass has proven itself to be a hot musical commodity across the pond – perhaps it’s time for stateside audiences to discover this talented and underrated band. The energetic and Life On Other Planets is as good a place to start as any…
There have been a lot of gritty cop shows on television over the last twenty years, each one pushing the proverbial envelope closer to brutal reality. Some, like Miami Vice, placed style over substance, while others – most notably NYPD Blue and Homicide: Life On The Streets – earned their stripes with memorable, well-written characters and storylines. It took an obscure cable network with little to lose to drag the basic police drama into the twenty-first century, however. Move over Sipowitz, there’s a new cop on the beat and his name is Mackey.
Released on DVD, The Shield The Complete First Season (20th Century Fox Home Entertainment) revisits the award-winning drama’s inaugural season. Over the course of thirteen episodes on four discs, The Shield introduces viewers to the charismatic and violent Detective Vic Mackey, played by Michael Chiklis, head of an elite Strike Team deemed with the responsibility of cleaning up the crime-ridden streets of the Farmington District of Los Angeles. The series begins with the murder of a Strike Team member and quickly plunges into a chaotic maelstrom of drugs and corruption, violence and recriminations.
Although Chiklis’ brilliant portrayal of the conflicted Detective Mackey won him an Emmy award for excellence, The Shield is a carefully constructed drama with a true ensemble cast. Benito Martinez is solid as the police captain at odds with Mackey’s unconventional crime prevention methods and CCH Pounder and Jay Karnes are wonderful in their portrayal of a veteran detective and her eager, by-the-book partner. Controversial for its unrelenting violence, ethical conundrums and for its image of the city as an unforgiving chessboard of kings and pawns, The Shield is as gritty as a sandblaster’s kiss and uncompromising in its picture of reality on the street. (View From The Hill, February 2003)
Thursday, November 30, 2023
Then I heard news of the death of Levi Stubbs, lead singer of the Four Tops. With a voice that spoke directly to God, Stubbs sang some of my favorite Motown hits. I had a copy of the Four Tops’ Anthology album when I first moved out on my own back in ‘75 at the age of eighteen, a big blue three-record affair. It was the first disc, sides one and two, that provided a fitting soundtrack to my teenage romantic woes, Stubbs delivering timeless vocal performances on songs like “Bernadette,” “Ask the Lonely,” “7 Rooms of Gloom” and the biggest and baddest of them all, “Standing In the Shadows of Love.”
Thinking of the affect that Levi Stubbs and the Four Tops had on my own life and direction as a writer, and an adult, I listened again to Kempner’s wonderful Motown tribute, “Shadows of Love.” Beginning with a solitary drumbeat, a twangy, echoed guitar chimes in, leading to Kempner’s sad vocals. Describing perfectly the lonesome wakefulness of the wandering lover, Kempner sings “I turn on the radio/Maybe a little rock ‘n’ roll to save my soul/But push it seems has come to shove/For me and Mr. Levi Stubbs/We’re waiting for the heartaches to come/Standing in the shadows, standing in the shadows, standing in the shadows of love…”
Like Stubbs, Kempner is a romantic at heart, a musician and songwriter that believes in the redeeming qualities of rock ‘n’ roll and the undying power of love. As the song unravels, the singer describes the uncertainty and doubt of the freshly-heartbroken man, turning…much like I did thirty years ago…to the Four Tops for consolation from the anguish and pain of love lost. Musical trends may come and go, but some things reign eternal: the vagaries of love and greatness of Levi Stubbs are two of them.
Scott Kempner holds a special place in the hearts of those of us that genuflect before the altar of the one true rock ‘n’ roll. As both the swinging rhythm guitar-slinger with cult faves the Dictators and the primary songwriter and guitarist with roots-rock phenoms the Del-Lords, as well as across a pair of solo albums, Kempner has continued to pursue a creative vision of honest, hard-rocking music combined with smart, populist, working class blues-styled lyrics. Kempner’s solo debut, 1992’s Tenement Angels, was an expected treat, but it doesn’t hold a candle to the brightly-burning heartache the artist displays with Saving Grace.
|The Del-Lords 1988 by Jeffrey Scales, courtesy Enigma Records|
In fact, I’ll go out on a limb here and claim, without qualification, that the songs making up the first half of Saving Grace represent the most effective opening one-two-three-four-five punch that has been waxed since Springsteen’s Born To Run. Obsessed with love, but damaged by romance, the album is somewhat of an autobiographical diary of Kempner’s own recent ups-and-downs in life and love. There are, literally, no bad songs to be found anywhere on Saving Grace, Kempner imbuing his songs with a tragic dignity, mixing up a roots-rock, rockabilly, soul, blues, and folk music soundtrack in the creation of what is, without a doubt, the year’s best rock album.
Opening the album, “Beyond the Pale” starts with a Western-styled guitar strum, shimmering like an Arizona desert sunset while Kempner’s gentle vocals rise above the crimson hues. As the song’s instrumentation swells towards a crescendo, shades of a second, trembling guitar rise above the chimes, with a whimsical accordion adding its voice. The song’s message of hope in the face of widespread indifference sets the stage for the rest of Saving Grace, an album populated by star-crossed lovers and dreamers with their eye on the heavens.
“Baby’s Room” sounds like it could be a long-lost Del-Lords track circa Lovers Who Wander, with a similar musical structure that is part Dion and part Gram Parsons. A dark-hued song with twangy, Duane Eddy-styled guitars and low-register vocal harmonies, Kempner jumps across the surprising bridge with a flashpoint guitar solo and a bit of vocal gymnastics. The ‘60s-styled “Love Out of Time” is a wonderful tale of unrequited love, Kempner’s vocals simply gorgeous above a forcefully strummed rhythm guitar and swelling instrumentation. A rich, surf-happy lead guitar kicks in as Kempner’s voice grows louder and more passionate, the song finally spent in a wave of pent-up frustration.
The haunting guitarwork that intros “Saving Grace” sets the foundation for the song’s brilliantly poetic imagery, Kempner’s mournful, pleading vocals asking for just one more chance. It’s another mesmerizing moment in an album seemingly punctuated with such, Kempner’s passionate vocals-n-guitar weaving a soulful tapestry of emotion. Kempner quickly changes pace with the raucous “Stolen Kisses,” the song’s blistering six-string attack and shouted vocals hitting your ears like a cross between the Del-Lords and Jason & the Scorchers, two bands that were kissing cousins chasing the ghosts of Hank Williams in the first place. Behind a choogling rhythm, Kempner lays down his tale of love and betrayal atop a loud-and-proud sandpaper riff, launching into an incendiary solo
The tragic, foreboding “Blame Me” opens with a delicate guitar intro and Kempner’s deceptively soft vocals before tumbling into a tale of desperation and heartache so damn blue that your soul aches just listening to it all. By mid-song, the guitarist’s instrument has become possessed, wailing and crying and screaming like a caged beast, channeling the pain and anger and lovelorn with a slowly-escalating solo that strikes at the heart of the song like a dagger. Kempner’s lyrics are sheer dark beauty, but when accompanied by his masterful guitarplay, the result is pure magic.
Released almost four months ago, Saving Grace has all but disappeared from the musical landscape, remaining only in the minds and on the stereos of the diehard fans. Don’t let this wonderful album fall into the indignity of obscurity. Buy it. BUY IT NOW! Buy or die, Bunkie, lest the angry gods of rock ‘n’ roll strike you down with a punishment straight out of your most frightening nightmares…or worse yet, make you listen to another Britney Spears album…it’s entirely your choice. (2 Minutes 59 Records, released May 1st, 2008)
Review originally published by the Trademark of Quality (TMQ) blog, 2008
Friday, November 24, 2023
Cotton’s 2010 album Giant – his first in six years – was heralded as a return to form for the Chicago blues legend, and while his harp playing remained strong, Cotton’s once formidable voice has worn down with time. As such, guitarist Slim Allen handled the lion’s share of vocals on Giant, and the results just weren’t as satisfying as one may have liked. For Cotton Mouth Man, the bluesman’s quick follow-up to Giant, Cotton brought in a few guests like Ruthie Foster and Gregg Allman to sing a song, but most of the vocal chores are left up to the talented Darrell Nulisch from Cotton’s touring band, whose soulful Texas twang serves as the perfect musical foil to Cotton’s raging harp.
James Cotton’s Cotton Mouth Man
Cotton Mouth Man was produced in Nashville by Tom Hambridge, who is fast becoming the blues industry’s “go to” guy. Besides Hambridge’s natural feel for, and understanding of the music, he brings his own skills as a drummer and songwriter. Hambridge co-wrote 12 of the 13 songs here, many with Cotton, with the idea of telling the harp player’s life story in song. He surrounded Cotton with other instrumental talents like keyboardist Chuck Leavell, guitarist Rob McNelly, and bassist Glenn Worf as well as Tom Holland, Noel Neal, and Jerry Porter from Cotton’s road band. With a sturdy framework in place, Hambridge cuts ‘em all loose and watches the sparks fly. The album-opening title tracks launches with a funky guitar riff, a loose-limbed beat, and squalls of harmonica when Nulisch’s energetic vocals jump into the fray. Guest guitarist Joe Bonamassa send notes flying every which way above a lively rhythm, the song sounding like a late-night club jam, loud and boisterous but plenty entertaining.
Guest vocalist Gregg Allman drops by for “Midnight Train,” Cotton’s Delta-inspired, DeFord Bailey-styled locomotive harp licks opening the door for former Allman Brothers Band member Leavell’s Southern-fried piano-pounding. Allman’s vocals here are smoother and more soulful than one might expect, but it sounds like he’s having a heck of a time, and the song’s sly Memphis groove is contagious. Keb’ Mo’ provides a low-key, but effective country-blues styled vocal performance to “Mississippi Mud,” Cotton’s subtle harmonica flourishes enhancing the power of the lyrics as Leavell’s Pinetop Perkins-influenced piano notes tinkle away in the background. Cotton’s harpwork here is sublime and emotional, a truly fine example of why he’s held in such high esteem.
Wrapped Around My Heart
“Something For Me” is a high-energy blues rave-up, the kind of loudly-amped houserocker you’d hear blowing gale force out of a window of some North Mississippi Hill Country juke-joint. Warren Haynes adds his flamethrower vocals and guitar to the song, Cotton’s harp twisting and pounding at the arrangement like a jackhammer while the guitars scrape and buzz like an angry beehive. By contrast, Ruthie Foster’s powerful vocals on the bluesy torch song “Wrapped Around My Heart” rival Etta James at her most vulnerable, the lyrics drenched in emotion and draped with Cotton’s soulful harp play while Leavell’s chiming Hammond B3 brings a gospel vibe to serve as a backdrop. Foster’s voice here is pure heartbreak, easily one of the best things I’ve ever heard her do, the performance more than enough to silence any questions as to her blues bona fides.
The great Delbert McClinton brings his bold, time-tested, honky-tonk styled vocals to “Hard Sometimes,” a roots-rock oriented number that nevertheless offers up a foot-stomping rhythm, Leavell’s brassy pianoplay, and the constant, soul-shaking blasts of Cotton’s harmonica. A slight echo is layered onto Cotton’s electric harpwork for “Blues Is Good For You,” the Chicago blues legend setting a tone for the song’s shuffling rhythm as Nulisch’s soulful, spry vocals breathe life into the lyrics with humor, wit, and intelligence. The album-closing “Bonnie Blue” is Cotton’s lone vocal take on Cotton Mouth Man, a Delta-dirty acoustic blues joint featuring Colin Linden’s slinky resonator guitar playing. Cotton’s time-ravaged voice is oddly appropriate, and he compliments the biographical lyrics with his superb harpwork, which brings a little of his mentor, Sonny Boy Williamson to the table.
The Reverend’s Bottom Line
James Cotton has earned his enormous reputation honestly and, unlike some of his colleagues in the blues, he’s never seemingly been one to crank out product just to make a buck and thus dilute his legacy. Even by the lofty standards set by such undeniable blues classics like High Compression or Harp Attack!, however, Cotton Mouth Man is a considerable success. Cotton’s voice may be shot, but he has the talented Nulisch to cover that base, and his harp playing has lost little of its power or distinctive artistry, even after better than five decades of abuse. Cotton Mouth Man is a worthy addition to the harp legend’s canon, an album that I believe time will judge to be as classic as Cotton’s earlier triumphs. (Alligator Records, released May 7, 2013)
Canada’s Voivod has been around for so long that it’s easy for heavy metal fans to overlook these ancient mariners of the genre. Voivod has consistently evolved as a band over the past twenty years, incorporating progressive-rock elements into the band’s unrelenting sonic overkill. The resulting music is often challenging but never dull. During the mid-to-late-‘90s, Voivod hit a creative brick wall and the remaining band members just gave up in 2001.
Sometimes all it takes is a different perspective to put a band back on track, though, and that seems to be the case with The Multiverse (Chophouse Records), Voivod’s “comeback” album. With three-quarters of the original band reuniting for another go at the brass ring, and with former Metallica bassist Jason Newsted helping out, the band sounds re-energized and ready to take on the legion of nu-metal poseurs that have appropriated all or part of the Voivod sound.
The Multiverse offers vocalist Denis “Snake” Belanger’s best set of songs in years, obtuse, imagery-laden lyrics that require your full attention and repeated listening. Guitarist Denis “Piggy” D’Amour shreds the strings with brutal grace and drummer Michel Langevin seems to have found the perfect foil in Newsted, the pair’s explosive rhythms guaranteed to bounce around your skull for a while even after you turn off the stereo. There’s not another band that constructs songs the way that Voivod does, either. Eschewing the ball-peen-hammer-to-your-frontal-lobe method practiced by many metal bands, Voivod manage to blend melody and madness together to create something entirely new. The band throws chunks of classic metal, thrash, industrial noise, psychedelica and hardcore punk into the blender, adds literary influences like Michael Moorcock and J.G. Ballard, and begins slicing-and-dicing.
The Multiverse is rich with dagger-like riffs and nuclear rhythms; Belanger’s gravel-lined vocals perfect for Voivod’s aural assault. “Real Again?” marchs to a martial beat, D’Amour’s stellar guitar work representing the scythe while Newsted’s bass brings the hammer down on your noggin. “I Don’t Wanna Wake Up” sounds like the 13th Floor Elevators on adrenaline and amphetamines while the nightmarish title cut opens with a recurring, echoed guitar that pounds you into submission so that by the time the band kicks in loudly and “Snake” starts howling. you’ve entered a dervish-like trance. “Reactor” burns brighter than a supernova, shimmering guitars stabbing through the mix and punctuating Belanger’s best Johnny Rotten vocalese. With The Multiverse, Voivod returns to show the young pups how it’s done, creating intelligent heavy metal for the discerning fan.
The Immortal Lee County Killers have built their sound upon the Mississippi blues tradition. Smashing together the best of the Delta and Hill Country styles, the Killers have created a literal Frankenstein of the blues that possesses the heart of Howlin’ Wolf, the brain of Willie Dixon and the soul of Son House, the monster haunted by the Johnson’s demons (Robert and Tommy). El Cheetah’s jagged-edge guitar style cuts and bruises like a broken bottle, reinventing songs like R.L. Burnside’s “Going Down South” with haunting vocals and a violent beat while Token’s staccato rhythms drive the title cut, “Love Is A Charm,” towards the insane edge of what society considers “polite.” After the weary “Truth Through Sound” lulls you into an uneasy treaty with the band, the Killers come out with punches flying, the traditional blues number “Rollin’ And Tumblin’” cold-slapping the listener back to cruel reality.
To be honest, neither Voivod nor the Immortal Lee County Killers create what you could call “gentile” music, meant to be purchased, consumed and discarded with yesterday’s trends and fashions. Both bands knock on the door of propriety, breaking through the barriers of what has been and what could be. While Voivod mines the heavy metal vein with its futuristic soundscapes and tone poetry, the Immortal Lee County Killers are possessed by the spirits of a thousand and one bluesmen, the talented duo ignoring critics and purists alike to blaze their own trail across the blues horizon.
LIFE DURING WARTIME
A number of musicians have decided that the best way to protest the war in Iraq is through song, consequences be damned. Of course, none of them are the Dixie Chicks, either – rock ‘n’ roll’s grand tradition of dissent is an accepted facet of the music while Nashville’s fealty to blind patriotism is sorely tried in times of disharmony. Check ‘em out for yourself online, since it’s doubtful that any of these tunes will be released on CD.
The Beastie Boys’ “In A World Gone Mad” is a brief, funky rant with an infectious beat and rapid-fire lyrics. Former Rage Against the Machine frontman Zach de la Rocha, teams with DJ Shadow for the blistering “March of Death,” de la Rocha spitting words like an AK-47 while Shadow drops beats like bombs from the belly of a B-52. Lenny Kravitz’s boisterous “We Want Peace” echoes the Clash’s best work and is available exclusively from the Rock The Vote web site (www.rockthevote.org) while John Mellencamp’s folkish “To Washington” reminds me of Phil Ochs or Pete Seeger. (View From The Hill, February 2003)
Friday, November 17, 2023
Theresa Andersson’s Shine
Poised for a major breakthrough to a national audience, Shine is Andersson’s excellent sophomore effort. Across the dozen songs collected on Shine, Andersson mines the same vein of American music as John Hiatt, Sonny Landreth, and Marc Broussard. That is, her music crosses rock, folk, blues, and country with the effortless grace of a dancer. Andersson’s voice is thin – whispery really – but it is warm and not shrill by any measure. Quite distinctive, Andersson’s vocals don’t mimic popular trends and artists. Earthy and capable of great expression of emotion and passion, Andersson’s voice provides a timeless quality to her performances.
It’s with her lyrics that Andersson really shines, however. Bringing a new perspective to the familiar ground of love and relationships, Andersson is a romantic at heart who (too) often wears her heart on her sleeve. Evincing a working class point-of-view native to the blues or country music, Andersson fills her songs with wonderfully brilliant imagery and poetic flourishes. At once both sexy and coy, she falls hard but always picks herself up. Even when reading other songwriter’s material – as with Anders Osborne’s “It’s Gonna Be Okay” – Andersson grabs the material and claims it for her own with magnificent vocal performances. The album-closing rendition of Grayson Capp’s “Lorraine’s Song” (from the movie A Love Song For Bobby Long) features Sonny Landreth playing behind Andersson.
The Reverend’s Bottom Line
Wielding her electric violin like a magician’s wand across each song’s arrangement, Andersson is able to alternately provoke empathy, sadness or joy within the instrument’s range and the context of the lyric. Backed by a top-notch band that includes guitarists Glenn LeBlanc and Shane Theriot, Andersson has delivered a solid second effort in Shine, drawing on her experience to craft a fine showcase for her considerable talents. An accomplished musician, a skilled-but-still-maturing songwriter and an electrifying live performer, Theresa Andersson is sexy, beautiful and talented. Along with fellow artists Marc Broussard and Grayson Capps, expect her to put Lousiana back onto the musical map. (Basin Street Records, 2004)
Review originally published by Alt.Culture.Guide™, 2005
During the early ‘80s, the Police were the biggest band on the block; selling millions of records and selling out live shows across the planet. The band’s unique and highly original mix of Britpop, punk rock, jazz, and reggae won critical kudos even while moving many units off the shelves back during the industry’s “good old days.” The band’s success can be squarely attributed to Sting’s pop songwriting skills and the instrumental prowess of guitarist Andy Summers and drummer Stewart Copeland. These three talents struck hard and fast, releasing five albums in six years before internal strife broke the band apart. The band’s entire catalog has been reissued on CD with brilliantly remastered sound and eco-friendly digipak packaging.
As the Reagan era began in 1980, the Police released the groundbreaking Zenyatta Mondatta (A & M Chronicles). The band had enjoyed minor hits with “Roxanne” and “Message In A Bottle” from their first two albums, but hadn’t yet gained the large mainstream audience they would later enjoy. Their third album would change all that with a pair of big hits, the Lolita-tale “Don’t Stand So Close To Me” and the light-hearted, reggae-flavored “De Do Do Do, De Da Da Da.” The quirky “Canary In A Coalmine” would receive a share of radio airplay while the rhythmic “Voices In My Head” would become a big club hit. The photogenic band members would benefit from the advent of the video age, with MTV asserting its presence on America’s television sets and the Police ready with imaginative videos to broadcast. The band would add more elements of jazz and world music to its palette with subsequent albums, but Zenyatta Mondatta is as straightforward a pop/rock album as you could have asked for at the time.
Often dismissed as a creative stopgap, 1981’s Ghost In the Machine (A & M Chronicles), the fourth Police album, is nevertheless a vastly underrated collection of songs. The album yielded a big radio hit in “Every Little Thing She Does Is Magic” and enjoyed minor hits with “Spirits In the Material World” and “Invisible Sun.” Musically, Ghost In the Machine features more electronic rhythms and synthesized sounds, mixed alongside jazzy horns and Sting’s most understated vocals yet. The band also experiments with more world beat influences here, such as adding a dub echo to “One World (Not Three),” a direction they would further when they next returned to the studio.
Although not the best-known Police album, Ghost In the Machine served as an important bridge between the punkish pop of their early albums and the complex, culturally-informed sound they would bring to Syncronicity two years later. This set of reissues does the band’s work justice, reminding listeners of just how good a group of musicians the Police were and of Sting’s growing stature as a songwriter. Frontman Sting (née Gordon Sumner) would become the lone solo star of the band, subsequently enjoying a lengthy, high profile mainstream career. None of the seven reissue Police CDs (six studio and one live) includes any bonus tracks or unreleased material, an unfortunate oversight that would have shed further light on the brief career of these hall-of-fame rockers.
The rest of The Art of Losing follows in the much same direction as the two opening tracks, Jones and crew smacking together Nirvana-flavored big grunge beats with Billy Corgan-styled buzzsaw guitars and radio-friendly musical hooks. Jones’ lyrics explore the many facets of love and romance with snarling punk rock attitude and singer/songwriter sensitivity while highly-flammable riffage and crashing rhythms surround his vocals in the mix. This is rock & roll with guts and passion and brains, American Hi-Fi beating the sophomore curse with The Art of Losing. Fans of the band are also encouraged to seek out Rock N’ Roll Noodle Shop (Universal International), a live album from Japan that reprises much of the material from American Hi-Fi’s debut. Available only as an import, this writer has seen several copies in used music stores, so evidently a number of CDs have made their way to these shores, awaiting a pair of sympathetic ears.
As the country prepares for war with Iraq, there has been an uncomfortable silence from the rock ‘n’ roll community. Punk rockers NoFX have never had a reputation as political rabble-rousers like, say, the Dead Kennedys or Bad Religion, but that should change when the band releases it’s The War On Errorism album in May. To give fans a taste of the musical onslaught to come, they’ve released Regaining Unconsciousness (Fat Wreck Chords), a four-song EP with tunes from the upcoming album. Let the Reverend tell you, boys and girls, Fat Mike, El Jefe and the guys have nailed it this time out. Taking aim at the media monopoly, the current administration and the war machine, NoFX brings its snotty punk-pop sound to socially conscious lyrics like nobody else. The album and EP are worth getting if only for “Franco Un-American,” the tune namechecking both Howard Zinn and Ralph Nader even while managing to rhyme “apathy” and “Noam Chomsky,” a first in my book. Stay tuned for more on NoFX… (View From The Hill, January 2003)
Friday, November 10, 2023
John Mellencamp’s The Lonesome Jubilee
Extending the lyrical themes he began outlining in detail on the American Fool album a half-decade earlier, songs like “Paper In Fire,” “Cherry Bomb,” and “The Real Life” continue Mellencamp’s fascination with life in the heartland and the everyday trials and tribulations of the average man, woman and child. These hit singles only tell part of the story, however, with Mellencamp pursuing a darker vision of the American Dream™ on the album’s less well-known songs. Lyrical broadsides like “Down and Out In Paradise,” with its bleak American landscape, the anthemic “We Are the People” and “Hard Times For An Honest Man” suggest that nearly two terms of Conservative Reagan administration policy had seriously eroded the country’s working class prospects by ‘87.
The songs still rock hard on The Lonesome Jubilee in spite of Mellencamp’s ongoing evolution in sound. Incorporating instrumentation like fiddle, accordion, and acoustic guitars, Mellencamp adds an Appalachian flourish to his material, extending his artistic milieu to include elements of folk and country alongside his native roots-rock. It would prove to be an excellent move, creating a distinctive and timeless flavor to his material that would serve as Mellencamp’s trademark well into the next decade. A bonus cut added to this 2005 CD reissue of The Lonesome Jubilee – the previously unreleased “Blues From the Front Porch” – is a real gem. A Delta-dirty duet with singer Crystal Taliefero, it is a fitting addition to the album.
The Reverend’s Bottom Line
The Lonesome Jubilee has withstood the test of time, the songs sounding as fresh, original and, sadly, lyrically relevant as they were nearly two decades ago. Not amazingly, John Mellencamp’s musical legacy seems to grow with each passing year, the artist that once struggled for critical acclaim now overshadowing his colleagues in defining the voice of a decade. The Lonesome Jubilee stands tall as both one of Mellencamp’s best works and as a truly classic masterpiece of rock ‘n’ roll. (Island Def Jam/Universal, 2005)
Review originally published by Alt.Culture.Guide™, 2005
Richard Johnston is a unique performer. Onstage, Johnston straps on his well-worn guitar, sits down behind a foot-operated drum, takes off his shoes and socks and proceeds to wail, blowing away audiences with his stellar finger-picking. Nominated this year for a prestigious W.C. Handy Award for “Best New Artist Debut,” Johnston champions the “Mississippi Hill Country” style of country blues. No newcomer to the music world, Johnston has been playing and learning his craft for almost 12 years, drawing influence from blues legends like R.L. Burnside and Junior Kimbrough. With the release of Johnston’s self-produced debut, Foot Hill Stomp (FTRC), a powerful new talent has hit the national stage.
Foot Hill Stomp represents Johnston’s attempt to marry the hillbilly country sound of old Appalachia with Mississippi Hill Country tradition. Johnston succeeds beyond his wildest dreams, the best material on Foot Hill Stomp crackling with energy and enthusiasm while retaining the timeless country blues vibe. Using sparse instrumentation similar to his live performances – usually only a single guitar, foot drum and washboard – Johnston breathes new life into antique treasures like Rainey Burnette’s “Coal Black Mattie” or the Rev. Robert Wilkins’ “That’s No Way To Get Along.” Some friends from Mississippi help out on a few tracks, folks like Cedric Burnside, Robert “Nighthawk” Tooms and Jessie Mae Hemphill lending their talents to the young bluesman. An anachronism in the modern blues scene, Richard Johnston has delivered an encouraging debut in the decidedly low-tech Foot Hill Stomp.
Victory Records has a long and glorious history as an independent hardcore punk label. That said, there’s nothing to prepare a listener for the infectious pop hooks found on Kill Your Television (Victory) from the Reunion Show. Evidently the brains behind the brawn at Victory recognize quality when they hear it, and if punk purists dismiss the CD release as “selling out,” then so be it. Few indie labels can brag that they released something as fresh and exciting as Kill Your Television this year, and few young bands sound as mature and enthusiastic as the Reunion Show.
Vocalists Mark Thomas and Brian Diaz have a real chemistry, both leading songs or providing background harmonies. There’s also a punk undercurrent supporting tunes like “New Rock Revolution,” Derrick Sherman’s capable six-string work pushing the songs forward without ever overwhelming the melody. The Reunion Show reminds this scribe a lot of the Undertones, or perhaps the Scooters, glib young men with a talent for mixing ‘80s-styled new wave pop with classic guitar-driven rock & roll and managing to make it sound like something new. Along with Leisure McCorkle’s latest disc, Kill Your Television is the most invigorating collection of tunes to grace this critic’s stereo in a proverbial month o’ Sundays.
French Kicks, part of a thriving New York City music scene, are thrown in with garage rock fellow travelers like the Strokes or the White Stripes by lazy, looking-for-a-shortcut rock critics. The reality, much like the band’s recent debut album One Time Bells (Startime), is far more complex. Truth is, French Kicks doesn’t sound much like any of those guys, One Time Bells a multi-layered and textured collection of songs requiring more than a casual hearing to finally unravel. Starting with a post-punk musical framework, the band tacks on elements of British-influenced pop, discordant guitar riffs, subdued vocals and low-fi melodies. Singer Matt Stinchcomb’s fluid vocals are low-key, supported by sporadic harmonies while guitarist Josh Wise provides a steady drone beneath the lyrics.
Not anywhere near as riff-oriented as, say, the Strokes, French Kicks carefully craft each song on One Time Bells so that it slowly unfolds, the album growing more familiar and hypnotically enchanting with each play. It’s a good trick, One Time Bells sneaking up on you from behind, catching the unsuspecting listener with a scrap of guitar play, a memory of a lyric or a stretched-out rhythm. Another of 2002’s overlooked CD releases, One Time Bells provides a fine introduction to the talents of French Kicks, a band definitely worth keeping an eye on in the future.
The recently released Sinema (Wind-Up) does a fine job of outlining the band’s brief history. With over 2 ½ hours of content, the DVD includes all three of the band’s acclaimed music videos, powerful films with imaginative visuals and uncompromising metallic clamor. A collection of eight live “bootleg” videos, including a rave-up version of “Bodies” complete with raging mosh pit, showcases the band’s onstage talents. Behind the scenes video, band commentary and a handful of rare audio tracks round out Sinema. A solid documentary of the band, a portion of the proceeds from the DVD will go towards buying Williams’ parents a house, fulfilling the late rocker’s dream. (View From The Hill, January 2003)