Album Review: Calidoscopio’s Scorpio Rising (2024)

Cultural ‘Cassandras’ have been bemoaning the state of rock ‘n’ roll for much of the past two decades. Critics all but declared the genre D.O.A. at the turn of the century and have since ignored evidence to the contrary in the form of red-hot albums from rockers like Joe Grushecky, Redd Kross, Jack White, Guided By Voices, and Dream Syndicate, to name but a few, over the past couple of years. There are newer R&R acolytes the road and in the studio, too, young soul rebels like Beach Slang, Fontaines D.C., Wet Leg, and King Gizzard & the Lizard Wizard. Rock ‘n’ roll isn’t dead and buried, it’s not even in a coma; it just went underground, much as it did during the disco years, or in the commercial aftermath of grunge.

Among the plethora of underground bands genuflecting at the altar of rock ‘n’ roll are what I like to call the “Children of Nuggets” (or maybe the “Grandchildren” at this point, as the 50th anniversary of the release of the original, influential Nuggets album has come and gone…). These are bands that, while influenced by the sounds of the swinging ‘60s – pop, rock, blues, garage, and psychedelic – are nevertheless putting their own spin on vintage vibrations, not only breathing new life into antiquated styles, but creating new paths to take these genres into the future. One such “grandchild” that is blazing new trails is Rochester, New York’s Calidoscopio, a multi-national, trans-oceanic outfit fronted by producer and multi-instrumentalist Dave Anderson and including German guitarist Oliver Hilbers and drummer Knuth Hildebrandt.

Calidoscopio’s Scorpio Rising

Calidoscopio released its fantastic debut album Get Ready! back in 2021, about which this scribe wrote at the time, “Calidoscopio’s Get Ready! provides a mind-bending trip back to the future with a timeless sound that is both familiar and yet innovative.” Giving the LP another spin prior to penning this review, I stand by my words. Scorpio Rising is the band’s sophomore effort, four years in the making and, if anything, more mind-blowing than its predecessor. Leaping right out of your speakers with the opening track, “I’m Higher Than I’m Down,” the listener is caught in a sonic-swirl that bodychecks your senses like a proto-Hawkwind, blending Seeds-like garage-rock riffs with hyper psychedelic space-rock flourishes that leave you reeling from the first note to the last.

Giving no quarter, “Shadows of the Moonlight” is more garage-y in feel, with a steady cacophony of drumbeats and an infectious guitar riff that falls prey to a killer solo that cuts with tooth and claw. “Burn A Hole” pairs clever lyrics with a novel vocal delivery above a steady rhythmic track with sparse six-string flourishes. Opening with a clamorous instrumental din, “You’re Gonna Make Me” combines a Sky Saxon aesthetic with ringing, and often-times clashing instrumentation and distraught vox to create a bluesy vibe. A classic tale of romantic woe that is as timeless as rock ‘n’ roll itself, “Gypsy Girl” brings a wan folkish pacing to an emotional ‘tears on my guitar’ performance, two powerful minutes of anguished heartbreak.

Magic Panacea

Cut from similar romance-gone-wrong cloth, “I Want To Be Alone” delivers a complex, textured instrumental arrangement running like an angry river beneath Anderson’s tortured vocals while Hildebrandt’s shotgun cymbal work and cascading drumbeats drive the emotional heartbeat of the song. With a vibrating sonic wavelength and dense production fitting the moment, “Shanghai Girl” rocks from post to post with chiming fretwork and locomotive rhythms. The throwback rock of “She’s Bad” reminds of Duane Eddy with nearly-hidden vocals and a loud, twangy guitar sound that bounces from speaker to speaker. Picking up the pace just a notch, “Magic Panacea” brings a dose of psychedelia to the party, offering up a buffet of delicious git licks above an energetic drumbeat, including a gorgeous ‘50s-style solo that evokes James Burton’s influential work back in the day.

Downshifting to allow the listener to catch their breath, “Here Comes The Sun” captures a darker, atmospheric vibe at odds with the song’s seemingly upbeat lyrics. The dichotomy helps drive the song across new stylistic turf and makes for an exciting, mind-bending performance. The title track is pure, pedigreed psychedelic rock with a razor edge and lysergic lyrics, four-minutes and eleven sugar cubed seconds of joyful music-making with dueling guitars and thundering drumbeats guaranteed to take your head to a better place. Closer “Kicked Out-Kicked In” is unrelenting in its onslaught, a monster, guitar-driven garage-fire that couldn’t hit any harder if Anderson and Hilbers actually smashed their guitars over your head.   

The Reverend’s Bottom Line

With Scorpio Rising, Calidoscopio displays an evolution in sound and a willingness to explore previously-undiscovered corners of rock music that have remained hidden for decades. Yes, the band pursues an overall musical direction that, at first blush, may seem derivative and/or revisionist, but nothing could be further from the truth. Dig a little deeper into Scorpio Rising and you’ll find the method to the band’s madness, heretofore unrealized creative avenues where others fear to tread. No matter your age, if you dig bands like the Seeds, the 13th Floor Elevators, and the Electric Prunes, you’ll find a lot to love in the grooves of Calidoscopio’s Scorpio Rising! (Jargon Records, released July 19th, 2024)

Buy the album from Bandcamp: Calidoscopio’s Scorpio Rising
 
Previously on That Devil Music: Calidoscopio’s Get Ready album review

CD Review: Greg Prevost's After The Wars (2024)

After the break-up of garage-rock royalty the Chesterfield Kings in 2009 (accept no weak-kneed substitutes!), band frontman Greg ‘Stackhouse’ Prevost returned to his roots and launched a solo career with 2012’s critically-acclaimed effort Mississippi Murderer that has resulted in four bodacious collections of git-driven blues-rock that is equal parts Johnny Winter and early Rolling Stones with a double-shot of Lightnin’ Hopkins to clear your head.

Of Prevost’s previous album, 2021’s Songs For These Times, I wrote that “the singer, songwriter, and guitarist has crafted an impressive collection of material that not only defies previously-held expectations but also explores the possibilities of roots ‘n’ blues music.” Flash forward three years and Prevost’s much-anticipated fourth solo effort, After The Wars, which represents a quantum leap forward in the artist’s creative evolution that, even after 40+ years, proves that you can teach an old dog new tricks.

Greg ‘Stackhouse’ Prevost’s After The Wars

With After The Wars, Prevost expands his musical palette beyond scrappy blues-rock to incorporate folk, country, and even psychedelic-pop for a dozen songs that provide the listener with a mini-history of the last six decades of music while pushing beyond expectations with every single of them. Opening with the obscure Felix Pappalardi/Mountain song “Traveling In the Dark,” Prevost eschews a hard rock approach in favor of a feathery, shimmering psych-folk arrangement that emphasizes the song’s lyrics, delivered in a wan voice above a lofty acoustic guitar strum that belies the distraught lyrics.

Throwing listeners a curveball, Prevost delivers a spry reading of the traditional Gospel tune “Twelve Gates To the City,” best known for its rendition by singer Don Lewis. Accompanied by singer Danielle Colbert-Parrish, whose vocal talents elevate Prevost’s grittier vox to heavenly heights, it’s an inspired and fiery performance peppered by Prevost’s raging harmonica fills. The original “No Hallelujah For Glory” is a sort of gospel-blues tune with a lively six-string pull and Texas blues-styled vocals and mournful harmonica while a cover of cult-rocker Roky Erickson’s “I Have Always Been Here Before” offers a fresh perspective on one of the underrated songwriter’s best tunes, delivered with reverence and energy in a psyche-folk style.

Prevost’s relationship with obscure ‘70s rocker Armand Schaubroeck – owner of the world-famous House of Guitars store in Rochester NY – dates back decades to when Greg worked at the HOG, so his cover of Schaubroeck’s “Babe We’re Not Part of Society” isn’t totally unexpected, but is nevertheless a welcome surprise. Two flash minutes of raging vocals, fiery harmonica, and jagged guitar strum underlines Schaubroeck’s original vision with reckless abandon, and although I can’t find the song on any of Schaubroeck’s albums, if you dig it, maybe you’ll check out the recent CD reissue of Schaubroeck’s classic 1974 album A Lot of People Would Like To See Armand Schaubroeck…Dead.

Roadkill Rag

By contrast, Prevost’s cover of the Buddy Holly rarity “Learning the Game” is downright pastoral in its delivery, sort of a pop-psych construct with gorgeous strings and an arrangement that draws out the romantic nature of the lyrics. The original “Roadkill Rag” is a blustery, up-tempo blues-rocker with echoing guitar licks, growled lyrics, and a ramshackle performance befitting both juke-joint and honky-tonk. A cover of Johnny Paycheck’s “Apartment #9” is totally unexpected, yet cleverly fits into the album’s track list, the honky-tonk tearjerker gliding to Nashville on the wings of Al Keltz’s subtle pedal steel guitar. Prevost’s twangy vocals hint at another musical direction; maybe he’ll cover a David Allen Coe song next album?

Riding out on some elegant guitar and harmonica work, “Apartment #9” effortlessly segues into a cover of Phil Och’s late-career folk gem “No More Songs.” Accompanied by Karl LaPorta’s beautiful, low-key piano, Prevost imbues what is basically a funeral dirge for Och’s career with dignity and presence. “Dust My Blues” breaks the tension with an up-tempo reading fueled by soaring harmonica riffs and howling vocals. The album’s title track is a sort of extended song cycle that blends Prevost’s imaginative four ‘suites’ with David Bowie’s glam-infused psych-rocker “Memory of A Free Festival” in the creation of a mesmerizing head trip that has more in common with 1969 than 2024.

Stream-of-consciousness vocals, cacophonic instrumentation, and overall chaos is tempered by a unique musical vision that delivers an energetic and entertaining miasma of sound and texture which points towards a new psychedelia that is informed by, but not beholden to, the sounds of the ‘60s. The suite ends with seeming destruction before the triumphant message of “Memory of A Free Festival” breaks out. It’s a heady trip, and a helluva seven minutes! After The Wars closes out with the traditional folk tune “He Was A Friend of Mine.” Covered by folks like Bob Dylan, Dave van Ronk, and the Byrds, Prevost brings a bluesier take to the song, which dates back to at least the 1930s. I like Prevost’s reading, which tacks towards a joyful remembrance of the friend in question despite the mournful nature of the instrumentation.

The Reverend’s Bottom Line

As much as I enjoy Prevost’s previous solo albums and, indeed, much of the Chesterfield Kings’ worthy album catalog, After The Wars is a much more nuanced and intricate collection of songs. The artist is accompanied by a larger cast of musical friends here, including longtime collaborator Paul Morabito on guitar, and co-producer Dave Anderson, of the very cool band Calidoscopio, who contributes various instruments. Greg’s wife Caroll makes the album a family affair by providing vocals on several songs, and the world-famous Felix the Cat even makes his voice heard (on “Zen Cats,” part of the title song suite).

After The Wars is Greg Prevost’s most considered, creative, and complex album to date, the artist paying tribute to his considerable past efforts and influences while still defying expectations with his sojourn towards the future. (Mean Disposition Records, 2024)

Buy the LP from Get Hip Records: Greg Prevost’s After The Wars

Also on That Devil Music: Greg Prevost’s Universal Vagrant CD review