The Beach Boys – The Beach Boys

The Beach Boys

The Beach BoysThe Beach Boys Caribou FZ 39946 (1985)


Where to begin?  For better or worse, but usually for worse, this sounds like a mainstream lite pop record from the mid-1980s, heavy on synths and drum machines.  The problem is that it sounds extremely dated now, and much of the material is exceptionally poor.  The first two songs aren’t bad really, with “Getcha Back” echoing the group’s old sound recast with 80s textures and “It’s Gettin’ Late” being a convincing take on contemporary — if average — pop.  From there, it’s just varying degrees of embarrassment, including a song aping Stevie Wonder‘s then-current sound.

King Geedorah – Take Me to Your Leader

Take Me To Your Leader

King GeedorahTake Me to Your Leader Big Dada BDCD051 (2003)


Take Me to Your Leader is an unusual hip-hop album. Rapping from the assortment of guest MCs isn’t the focus. Instead, MF Doom (a/k/a Daniel Dumile, the man behind the mask, the curtain, and this album) floats monster movie sound clips across a gently flowing mix of cartoonish pop samples. This creates a dense soundscape that is more cinematic than average b-boy fronting.

When lyrics are present, the theme of a three-headed monster from outer space definitely emerges, among resolute sentiments of hope, determination, and wonder recalling Curtis Mayfield. The abundance of the orchestral strings samples only reinforces the likenesses to Curtis Mayfield. Move on up! Hostile tyrants, attackers, and outright monsters won’t stop the good and determined ones. This triumph over adversity is palpable.

MF Doom uses lethargic tempos to his advantage. Placing easy listening schmaltz — complete with mushy strings and syrupy guitars — on an indistinct bed of murky beats takes the music out of the typical rap battle arena.  Take Me to Your Leader is a fight where all elements conspire together, as one amorphous mass. I wanted to reach out, place my finger on this album. To have control over how a single part of it makes me feel. Instead it stupefied me: “Take that.” I almost expected to hear that spoken.

If I weren’t a decayed, empty being, I might love comic books, video games, and monster movies. Whatever is missing in me, replaced by dead matter, I can still recognize that King Geedorah, or MF Doom, has his own loves to champion. Recurrent obstacles won’t dog him too much. He will save this planet! Or at least will he convince me to save someone myself?  Or just save myself?

The Incredible String Band – Wee Tam & The Big Huge

Wee Tam & The Big Huge

The Incredible String BandWee Tam & The Big Huge Elektra EKS 74036/37 (1968)


The Hangman’s Beautiful Daughter is their best, but Wee Tam & The Big Huge may well be my favorite — it’s the one I reach for most often.  Robin Williamson emerges as a strong songwriter.  As before, there is still a lot of worldly post-modern folk eclecticism at work.  Maybe a bit fewer improvisational surprises.  But even a streamlined “Log Cabin Home in the Sky” is a pure delight.  Looking back upon ISB’s two albums from 1968 it would be hard to argue they weren’t the pinnacle of psychedelic folk.

Pere Ubu – The Modern Dance

The Modern Dance

Pere UbuThe Modern Dance Blank Records 001 (1978)


Pere Ubu made music in bold, sweeping motions. Their full-length debut The Modern Dance is a freewheeling album. It puts Allen Ravenstine‘s tape manipulation precariously in front of the rather isolated guitars. This album is much easier to decipher than its follow-up Dub Housing. The Modern Dance is quite open about its motivations. It looks for something new. The dang thing holds up because it found something new. But also because it makes a sincere effort to preserve the group’s own identity.

The Modern Dance still has a lot in common with the group that spawned them, Rocket from the Tombs. The Rocket song “Life Stinks” by Peter Laughner keeps the old energy alive — for the most part. Refined as it is, “Life Stinks” is still one of those songs that can rile even the most hardened listener.

I respect any band that refuses to fabricate straight answers. Sometimes there are none.   Sometimes there are only mangled lies showing the appearance of truth. Take “Humor Me” for example. It takes aim at the biggest joke in human history: western “civilization”. And with no apologies! While these continuous attacks on the social bell curve kept Pere Ubu an underground act, they also elevated the group to a level worthy of their namesake (the name Pere Ubu was drawn from Alfred Jarry‘s play Ubu Roi).

There are many levels of understanding the world. Some people just “get it” in a way others don’t. That’s what “The Modern Dance” is all about. Many things happen on levels that some march right past. Pere Ubu wasn’t just some band that heads for easy results-oriented nonsense. They came from Cleveland. So of course despair, isolation and suffering are the most familiar themes. More surprising though is how fatalistic The Modern Dance is. References to concrete destiny are everywhere.

The album’s best songs are full of many intricate layers. “Chinese Radiation” bleeds with sentimental washes from an acoustic guitar, running over the electronic background. A carefully deployed piano resonates with slowly pounded chords.

“Non-Alignment Pact” is genius as an album opener. It starts with a looping, screeching blast like a siren. Only after the noise has its time out front do the guitars and the rest of the band join in. “Non-Alignment Pact” is a great twisted take on a love song. Actually, I’m not sure it’s supposed to be a love song, but I hear it as one. Other love songs speak in the positive. This one is about not making other allegiances. What matters is what is excluded. A punk love song would almost have to be that way.

Pere Ubu’s next two albums (Dub Housing and New Picnic Time) improved on some of the stranger experiments of this debut. But The Modern Dance has its own kind of tightly channeled manic energy, and, frankly, somewhat more consistently catchy songs as such. Experiencing it is consistently refreshing.

Johnny Cash – Everybody Loves a Nut

Everybody Loves a Nut

Johnny CashEverybody Loves a Nut Columbia CS 9292 (1966)


Johnny Cash had a sense of humor.  One of his best characteristics was the breadth of his interests, his ability to strike a lot of different emotional notes, with humor being in that mix alongside his penchant for grim tales of murder, gut-wrenching stories of love and loss, and sincere professions of religious feeling.  Everybody Loves a Nut is a collection of novelty songs.  By this point in Cash’s career, he was looking for new twists on his old formulas.  So this seems like just another gimmick.  And it is a gimmick.  But Cash brings a kind of unselfconscious earnestness to these songs that makes them a lot of fun.  The best-known cut is the satire of the urban folk revival movement, “The One on the Right Is on the Left,” but the title track is pretty good too, and “Please Don’t Play Red River Valley” is a great performance.  Almost a decade later Cash would make his Children’s Album, which took a similar approach without hardly any of the same enthusiasm or flair.  This is a solid second-tier Cash album.

Frank Sinatra – Songs for Young Lovers

Songs for Young Lovers

Frank SinatraSongs for Young Lovers Capitol H-488 (1954)


Sinatra was the perfect representative for the American WWII generation.  In the 1940s, he had a somewhat frail and scrappy voice, capable of sounding very vulnerable and unsure.  He sang many maudlin pop songs.  By the 1950s, that all changed.  His voice was more confident and debonair, with a cocky sense of swing.  He recorded more music with jazzy arrangements.  Songs for Young Lovers is Sinatra accomplishing his aims flawlessly.  All of these songs are great.  The album as a whole conveys a sense of contentment, a “top-of-the-world” feeling that is unshakable.  Of course, in the aftermath of WWII, American geopolitical power peaked in the early 1950s (1951 to be exact), and the country was well into a period of unparalleled prosperity that would stretch out until the early 1970s, when Europe had rebuilt and the Third World started to fight against and (partly) overcome legacies of imperialism.

Nelson Riddle provides the arrangements and conducts.  Although there are horns, strings and a jazz combo rhythm section, the accompaniment conveys a large and full sound with relatively few performers.  It helps that almost every song has slightly different instrumentation, from electric guitar, to harp, to saxophone, to violins, piano…it is all here.  The jazz treatments aren’t innovative.  They take the best of what the genre had achieved over the last decade and distils it to a highly potent elixir.  Sinatra, for his part, is just perfectly matched to the music.  While the vocals and accompaniment do complement each other, Sinatra always finds ways to capture a listener’s attention with a whole range of techniques from brash vocal gymnastics to subtly nuanced shadings, while maintaining an impeccable sense of balance.  He can change up his approach in an instant.  In lesser hands this would come across as arrogant posturing.  For Sinatra, though, it just seems like part of a world of limitless possibilities.

The legendary jazz trumpeter and bandleader Miles Davis credited Sinatra’s singing (and Orson Welles‘ speaking voice) as being a big influence on his own playing.  Davis was onto something.  Sinatra, at least on an album like Songs for Young Lovers, absolutely commands attention.  This is a master class on how to be a star soloist.  For every riff the band offers Sinatra has one more move to offer.  The band leads, in a sense, yet Sinatra operates by his own rules and always pushes things further.  Each step comes across as effortless.  The effect is that his voice is unstoppable without ever being forceful, angry or merely loud.  Maybe he had no basis for this confidence, or was overestimating his own personal independence (never acknowledging the structural social factors that made it possible for Sinatra to sing this way, unlike, say, the European songstress Lotte Lenya on her Lotte Lenya singt Kurt Weill of the following year that relied upon a fractured, scrappy elegance), but Sinatra never once flinches and he can convince just about anyone that this is the best pop music around.  Take “The Girl Next Door,” with a part near the end in which a single violin plays a tremolo, like what accompanies silent movies in a sentimental scene with one character longing for another, supported by a gentle run on a harp, in which Sinatra comes in and calmly holds some notes to melt away the sentimentality.   He follows that song with a solid, sturdy yet smooth delivery of “Foggy Day.”

For clear-eyed delivery, Sinatra was never better.  No doubt, one of his best.

Green Day – ¡Uno!

¡Uno!

Green Day¡Uno! Reprise 531973-2 (2012)


This is an unexpectedly good album.  Sure, it’s Green Day, so don’t come for poetic lyrics, but do look for lots of derivative songwriting.  “Carpe Diem” borrows heavily from David Bowie & Queen‘s “Under Pressure,” and aside from the usual Clash influences (“Kill the DJ” is like Sandinista!-era Clash or Destiny Street-era Voidoids) there are influences from The Platters to The Guess Who.  Yet, it delivers one catchy, melodic pop punk song after the next.  Superficial teen angst is what these guys know and do best.  I’ll take this over American Idiot any day.

Gil Scott-Heron – Pieces of a Man

Pieces of a Man

Gil Scott-HeronPieces of a Man Flying Dutchman FD-10143 (1971)


Fortunately Gil Scott-Heron never held back the power of his words. He was not afraid to knock you down right off with a left hook. His initial blow leaves you a bit vulnerable to his messages for which you would otherwise guard against. But these are defensive tactics meant to assuage the theft of his humanity. He brings you in to a place rough seas have yet to engulf.

Gil Scott-Heron talks about redemption but not in simple assumptions. He deeply reasons it through, complete with all the unpleasant but unavoidable consequences. Drug abuse told through the eyes of an addict, revolution as hard work.

This album was the beginning of a long collaboration with Brian Jackson. The great Ron Carter also appears on bass, proving that great musicians can make great pop music or anything else they want. Together with producer Bob Thiele, these musicians reject perfectionism. This disc sounds like it came from the early 1970s, with a funky, jazzy backing an sing-speak raps over the top. It is worth the effort to hear this as more than a novelty from time capsule.  Gil had a wit that was sharp, incisive and generous.  He rarely gets his due as one of the great poets of rock and roll. This semi-autobiographical masterwork — it doesn’t have to be flawless to be that — isn’t the whole story. Pieces of a Man is Gil Scott-Heron’s gathering of the remains of what could have been.

Grateful Dead – Crimson, White & Indigo

Crimson, White & Indigo: July 7 1989, JFK Stadium, Philadelphia

Grateful DeadCrimson, White & Indigo: July 7 1989, JFK Stadium, Philadelphia Rhino GRA2-6015 (2010)


The 1980s were not kind to the Dead.  It was a time of one terrible album after another.  This live set recorded in 1989 does something to improve the era’s reputation.  First off, we get piano instead of synthesizer, and it it makes all the difference.  Plus, selections from the 80s albums sound better than the studio counterparts generally.  And although Bob Weir had long ago given up trying to sing well, he’s less annoying here than usual.  This probably won’t win over a lot of new deadheads, but it’s a surprisingly decent offering for the era.