Tom Zé – Correio da Estação do Brás

Correio da Estação do Brás

Tom ZéCorreio da Estação do Brás Continental 1-01-404-177 (1978)


Tom Zé was one of the most explicitly political of all the Brazilian Tropicalistas.  Later in his career he would call his music imprensa cantada (“sung journalism”).  But his early musical efforts found him associated with the CPC (Centro Popular de Cultura), which was part of the left-wing National Students’ Union that was in turn linked to the Brazilian communist party.  This was during the time before socialist President João Goulart was ousted in a U.S.-backed, right-wing military coup.  As Christopher Dunn has commented, “Zé’s songs often reminded listeners of deep class inequalities and forms of social exclusion in the sprawling metropolis.”  There was a dogged tendency for his music to mock powerful elites and their culture, revealing their hypocrisies and contradictions.  Like others who were a part of the tropicalismo movement, he utilized cultural artifacts considered base and distasteful by elites, developing a kind of solidarity with the underclass by merging the highbrow and the lowbrow.  From a slightly different perspective, these negated or abject cultural artifacts ironically stand for universality, as a point of exception in the allegedly democratic global capitalist (neoliberal) system, giving lie to the supposed goodness and fairness of society by showing how the cleaving of musical forms into the acceptable and unacceptable symbolically reinforces domination of the weak by the powerful and by uniting different musical factions with a common purpose (namely, fighting oppression).  This had the effect of erasing the subtly elitist satisfaction derived from the very essence of making highbrow/lowbrow distinctions at all (quite apart from the “substance” of the highbrow or lowbrow).  He had a unique, outsider’s ability to do this as someone who grew up in what was considered the rural, inland netherworld of Irará, Bahia (north of the state capital Salvador), silently controlled by absentee landlords, but relocated to a big city as an adult in order to work from the urban metropolis of São Paulo.  Even his tropicalist contemporaries noted his rural accent when he sang.  His outsider perspective never really went away, but it mutated into concerns for deeper, less obvious topics.

Zé stuck with some of the underlying impulses of tropicalismo longer than most of the original cadre of proponents, even as his precise methods did depart from the original tropicalist manifesto over time.  As my friend Toni put it:

Years after the great innovators Caetano & Gil began to embrace the banality of western popular culture instead of ridiculing it, the true genii stand out. João Gilberto has retained his integrity by isolating himself from the popular spotlight and the Mutants are respectfully celebrating their past glory, just to pull some arbitrary examples from the golden period of Brazilian music. This is all fine and dandy, but Tom Zé, always the underdog, is not satisfied with just rehashing his former glory: he has to innovate, to create, to explore.

These qualities were unmistakable during Zé’s late-career resurgence.  Yet in the late 1970s, as his popularity was already starting to fade, there was still a question of whether Tom Zé was continuing to innovate or starting to capitulate.

Like most tropicalismo, Zé’s music had to this point relied heavily on ironic use of popular musical forms with kitsch value.  But here, he suddenly seems to be using some popular 1970s rock forms more directly and earnestly (“Morena,” “Carta”).  There are some warm rock keyboards and near crooning.  So, while listeners had always needed to sort out the hidden meaning of Zé’s cutting irony, there was also the added challenge of deciding when he was being ironic at all.  He dabbled with this before (see “O riso e a faca” from his second self-titled album Tom Zé), but the technique was more prevalent here.  This is perhaps why Correio da Estação do Brás is seen as an abrupt rupture in Zé’s recorded catalog.  For some, this was when he washed up and his music lost what it once had.  Others like the album — though some consider it under-appreciated, most Zé admirers rarely place it above the middle of the pack of his albums.

One way to look at Correio da Estação do Brás is to give Zé credit for recognizing that he could not just keep making the same kind of oddball music forever.  Given that the man’s career prospects declined in the 1970s, perhaps one can read his emphasis on conventional song structures as being about finding enjoyment (if not remuneration) outside of the revolutionary content of his earlier work.  But there also seems to be recognition that the ironic distance that his music long proposed was maybe smaller than first assumed (or should be smaller).  An artist cannot stand completely apart from the concerns of mass audiences, even if those mass audiences are driven by crass consumerism and distasteful inequities.  There are forms of dependency involved.  But then what?  Zé strikes an intriguing balance, carrying forward a lot of what he had been doing before, but also trying to make use of whatever redeeming elements of popular 1970s rock he could.  He attempts both of these things at the same time.  In that way he refuses to stand above or apart from the the lowbrow and the social groups associated with it.  By adapting to “easy” popular forms, but not completely or consistently, Zé ends up making what, from a conceptual standpoint, is among his more difficult albums, even if from a technical standpoint it contains some of his most unabashedly pleasing and straightforward music.  For instance, what isn’t to like about his plaintive, mellow singing on “Morena”?  Is it that far off from the Commodores’ 1978 R&B hit “Three Times a Lady”?  Yet placing some lovely melodic statements among ironic ones Zé makes the listener question what she enjoys, and whether she should be expected to enjoy what she hears.  The listener cannot automatically enjoy an assuredly superior, ironic posture.  In fact, the listener may be slightly horrified to have the self-image of ironic superiority shattered.  This is a very different kind of message than Zé’s earlier work, but still a daring and revolutionary one in its own way.

So, on the one hand, listeners skeptical of the weirdness perennially rejoiced by many Zé fans may find that Correio da Estação do Brás presents familiar music elements that are superficially appealing, making this a potential entry point to his music.  On other hand, the reason Tom Zé is known internationally is not for singing smooth pop melodies but for challenging and reconstructing them to present new and different meaning, so listeners who balk at those parts of this album that push against convention will perhaps venture no further into his recorded works from here.  That is the challenge presented by Correio da Estação do Brás.

There is something to be said that this album should not be overlooked, though, even if its most nuanced accomplishments may only become apparent when contextualized against what led up to it.  It is really quite a good album.  Then again, it is a bit difficult to locate a bad Zé album, in a career as irrevocably unique as any in pop music.

Ryan Adams – Ten Songs From Live at Carnegie Hall

Ten Songs From Live at Carnegie Hall

Ryan AdamsTen Songs From Live at Carnegie Hall Blue Note Records B002263402 (2015)


Ryan Adams comes across as a pretentious twat.  His music can overplay the histrionics.  In just about every marketing photo he has carefully tousled hair, probably a tattered jacket, and perhaps even a cigarette dangling from his lips.  And yet, in spite of all that, he can write good songs.  The ever-present burning emotional content is usually framed as existential crises of an individual navigating complex and difficult to the point of oppressive social relations.  This album, a selection of tracks from a larger, limited edition boxed set, is just Adams solo and acoustic.  There is guitar and piano, some harmonica.  The effect is a bit like when the urban folk movement of the 1960s sent its brightest starts to the Carnegie Hall stage.  While his vocals still retain the histrionics, and the between-song banter is chock full of pretentious twattery, the minimalist accompaniment limits how bombastic the performances can be.  The results are probably closest to his solo debut (and still best solo album) Heartbreaker.  He may be the singer/songwriter you hate to love, but the best of his talents are pushed to the forefront here.  Surely one of his very best solo records.

Ryan Bingham – Fear and Saturday Night

Fear and Saturday Night

Ryan BinghamFear and Saturday Night Hump Head HUMP171 (2015)


Sounds a lot like the determined gruffness of John Prine and the rock-tinged country of later-period Lucinda Williams, but with more affinity for classic rock. Bingham is a fair songwriter, though his gravelly voice sometimes comes up a bit short on range and nuance.  Still, this is what more country music should aim for.

Crass – Penis Envy

Penis Envy

CrassPenis Envy Crass Records 321984/1 (1981)


Crass delivered their finest studio album with Penis Envy, though the album set in motion the forces that would eventually dissolve the band.  Later faced with obscenity charges, for this album and others, the legal battle to eventually beat most of those charges (except for the song “Bata Motel”) put a strain on the group they couldn’t really survive — their decision to disband in 1984 also coincided with supposedly earlier plans to call it quits after a few years. Though really by the mid 1980s the punk movement had dissipated and the legal troubles, changes in personal outlook and interpersonal frictions amongst members almost seem like convenient excuses for the band to call it quits.  Still, the essence of Penis Envy is a classic punk dare: mocking the powerful to provoke them to show their impotence and powerlessness to prevent the mockery.  Sure, the lawsuit left the band with some wounds, but the music survived, to embolden anyone who hears it.

The subject matter of the songs is decidedly feminist.  The album title refers to Sigmund Freud‘s theory of female sexuality, a concept that has been criticized — as recounted in The Story of Crass drummer Penny Rimbaud called it “one of Freud’s more absurd theories” in a 1983 interview — but in some ways aspects were rehabilitated by Jacques Lacan‘s way of symbolizing jouissance that saw “penis envy” as just a signifier of a fundemental lack (among many other signifiers of lack) and giving women greater awareness and choice in such matters than men.  The song “Where Next Columbus?” invokes C.G. Jung, and goes so far as to critique medical profiteering — “You’re not yourself, the theory says / But I can help, your complex pays / Another’s hope, another’s game / Another’s loss, another’s gain.”  With all the other thinkers mentioned in the song, the song suggests the limits of ideas and intentions, and that even the greatest thinkers can’t stop others from using their work for repressive control, and to amass power for nefarious, self-serving purposes.  Or maybe it is just a contrarian slam against famous intellectuals of all sorts.  All that aside, Crass can invoke the term “penis envy” to critique patriarchy.

The opener, “Bata Motel,” offers a first-person account of a submissive, oppressed, hyper-sexualized woman.  The premise of the song is to make male fantasies seem crude and horrible, building the case that those perpetuating such treatment of women should feel guilt.

Most of lyrics avoid casting blame on individuals.  For instance, “Systematic Death” is an indictment of exploitative systems, such as patriarchy and capitalism.

“Our Wedding” was given away as a flexi-disc (cheap 45 RPM recordings on flexible square sheets) with the magazine Loving as a prank — credited to Creative Recording And Sound Services (which translates to the acronym CRASS).  It was tacked on to Penis Envy.  The song itself is a parody of sappy music.  Though it is also not a bad song.

A big part of what makes Penis Envy so great is the musicianship.  Eve Libertine handles most of the vocals, with Joy de Vivre singing one song (“Health Surface”).  Libertine is a more versatile and adept vocalist than Steve Ignorant, Crass’ primary vocalist who does not appear on the album.  Drummer Penny Rimbaud is able to summon lilting military march sounds, jazzy fills, and itinerant punk rumbles.  There are heavy bass lines here, from Pete Wright, that are fairly prominent in the recording mix.  The guitars (Phil Free and B.A.Nana [AKA N.A. Palmer]) noodle around, usually in an icy, brittle, high treble range, never quite assuming a dominant role.  It is the very deferential stance of the musicians, true to their anarchist political roots, that refuses to privilege any one performer or part above the others.  Yet the focus and structure on Penis Envy advances the music further than the sort of chaotic, same-sounding fury of most stereotypical anarcho-punk.

There is a thing about an “anarchistic” approach to music making.  When the musicians simply play whatever they want, with only the loosest sense of pre-planning, the process of making the music may avoid exploitation of the musicians, but the results can put a heavy burden on listeners to make sense of something that presents no clear meaning.  On the one hand, there is an attempt to avoid imposing beliefs on a listener, who can make his or her own meaning.  But the real catch is that musicians cross a line, of sorts, when they actually go about recording and releasing such material, which strips them of any claim of being completely above or apart from coercive imposition of meaning on the listener.  This is a tricky issue, and there is no right or wrong level of demands upon a listener.  The band is sometimes criticized for putting too many demands on the listener with their later works, like Yes Sir, I Will (1983).  But Penis Envy is probably the most coherent (and melodic) of all of Crass’ full-length albums.  There is much more focus and deliberate songwriting on Penis Envy than earlier (or later) Crass recordings.  There are some similarities to Lora Logic‘s band Essential Logic.  Though, surprisingly, on these recordings Crass seems less improvised and less experimental.

To get into Crass, typically, listeners have to be willing to be (righteously) angry.  Most of their music is built around takedowns of hypocrites and evildoers.  They pointed a lot of fingers.  They could get away with it because they lived up to their ideals more than the next band.  Still, this wasn’t for everyone.  Penis Envy doesn’t come across quite the same way, though.  The approach is more bait-and-switch.  They try to put forward concepts that are kind of widely accepted, then they render those concepts problematic.  Decades later, this still holds up as something that pushes all the right buttons and pushes in the right direction toward a better world.

Crass – Stations of the Crass

Stations of the Crass

CrassStations of the Crass Crass Records 521984 (1979)


People tend to say things like this about Crass: “I have no problem with mixing music and politics and I like the lyrics, but when the music is shitty, why bother??”  Usually this is more of a political statement that it appears.  If there is to be a real (anarchist) revolution, then the music and other cultural forms of the old regime must change too.  The sorts of music that rely on “great individual” tropes and reinforce hierarchies of power would all need to go.  Does anyone accuse Céline Dion or her ilk of being unmusical?  Symbolically, though, her music is all about the “great singer” and therefore inexorably bound to an undemocratic way of life.  So, really, these statements amount to saying that Crass’ politics are fine as far as they are consistent with political liberalism, but their music makes an unforgivable step beyond liberalism and therefore must be condemned.  Noam Chomsky, probably the most well-known public intellectual with anarchist beliefs, has made this point repeatedly, that liberals draw a line in the sand that they say cannot be crossed (to the left).  Well, Crass had no intention of ever recognizing such lines in the sand.  They weren’t going to get mired in an endless liberal discussion that guards the safety of the status quo by limiting action to the confines of polite debate.

Drummer Penny Rimbaud wrote an essay/memoir entitled The Last of the Hippies: An Hysterical Romance.  While factions of the punk movement saw themselves as opposed to the hippes/yippies of the 1960s, others — like Crass — saw themselves as an extension of that earlier counter-cultural movement.  Yet, a common criticism during their heyday, as noted in the The Story of Crass, was that they advocated a middle-class sort of revolution.  Some critics saw a proletarian revolutionary stance as needing to be more communist than anarchist.

Regardless of what politics and ideologies listeners bring to Crass’ music, the important point is that Crass’ music was inexorably tied to their own politics.  It becomes rather difficult to separate out the politics from the musical forms.  What is intriguing about one should be intriguing about the other.  The flaws of one are the flaws of the other, too.  The criticisms from the communists hold some weight, though at the same time Crass’ music/politics hold some promise of ridiculing power in a manner that is difficult to corrupt — just try to pigeonhole Crass as “sellouts”!

The follow-up album Penis Envy was more conventionally musical, and indeed a better album as such.  Stations of the Crass has a more in-your-face sound.  The guitars are louder and noisier, and a more prominent part of the music here.  The songs rely on mockery and puns (“Chairman of the Bored”).  Right from the opener, “Mother Earth,” Crass make clear that noise, the unwanted sound from the standpoint of established society, would be part of what they relied upon and celebrated.  The twin guitars deftly grind away.  This might not quite have the raw force of American sludge rock that would emerge shortly, but it shares some characteristics.

Joe Kennedy – Productive Pleasure: Alfie Bown’s Enjoying It Reviewed

Link to a review by Joe Kennedy of Enjoying It – Candy Crush and Capitalism (2015) by Alfie Bown:

“Productive Pleasure: Alfie Bown’s Enjoying It Reviewed”

Selected Quote:

“‘Our ideas surrounding the enjoyment of critical theory and political resistance lead to the celebrated identity of the radical, which is another way of being a subject that suits capitalism’. In other words, the inclusive, absorptive nature of capitalism, which needs to bring everything within the scope of its mechanics of commodification, means that the radical is yet one more demographic to be sold to, another identity which can only find its expression through consumer preference. If this seems far-fetched, follow the twitter account of left-leaning London publishers Verso, who frequently retweet photographs sent in by satisfied customers of the piles of Marx (and assorted modern Marxist thinkers) which have just landed on their doormats.”

Tom Zé – Brazil 5: The Hips of Tradition: The Return of Tom Zé

Brazil 5: The Hips of Tradition: The Return of Tom Zé

Tom ZéBrazil 5: The Hips of Tradition: The Return of Tom Zé Luaka Bop 9 45118-2 (1992)


After a rediscovery by Talking Heads frontman David Byrne following years drifting into obscurity, Tom Zé signed to Bryne’s new label Luaka Bop, and picked up an international recording career.  The Hips of Tradition finds Zé full of ideas, if a little rusty in the studio.  “O pão nosso de cada mês” is basically the template for his entire next album Fabrication Defect: Com defeito de fabricação — those iconic staccato guitar licks (already present on “” from 1975’s Estudando o samba and “Pecado, rifa e revista” from Correio da Estação do Brás) are all over that follow-up album.  The groove from the opener “Ogodô, Ano 2000” would reappear on “Chamegá” from Jogos de Armar (Faça Você Mesmo).  His manner of singing intentionally “bad” vocals over sweet bossa nova instrumental accompaniment would return on Estudando a Bossa: Nordeste Plaza.  The main liability with The Hips of Tradition is that most of the middle mass of the album seems undeveloped.  He’s experimenting.  And that’s great.  But the experiments aren’t all successful — yet.  He’s still a bit tentative with some of the ideas.

What was kind of new here as compared to Zé’s early career was the sheer zaniness.  He did experimentation before.  His older music was also funny and full of cutting sociopolitical commentary too.  But the dramatic, almost lighthearted, flighty, comically endearing way of doing all those things emerged in a new way on this album, more manic than before, when instead a degree of lethargic, pensive seriousness appeared regularly.  This is even reflected in the way his recordings are presented.  Especially in the 1970s, his albums usually featured his image, looking serious, like an intellectual, whereas from the 1990s on he was typically shown jumping, or with crazy looking action shots, and even a title like “Hips of Tradition” implies dancing and movement.  There was more of an emphasis on action and doing without relinquishing a claim to being intelligent.  This was a change partly made possible due to the end of the Brazilian dictatorship (he has said, “at the time of the dictatorship when you wanted no problems you had to appear to be a serious person.”).

The Hips of Tradition is a good and worthy entry in Tom Zé’s catalog of recordings, though in the coming years he would greatly expand his faculty with studio recording techniques, and also his arsenal of custom, improvised instruments and melodic figures.  All this is to say that this album does not disappoint, yet there are perhaps better entry points for listeners new to Zé’s music.

Johnny Cash – Bootleg Vol III: Live Around the World

Bootleg Vol III: Live Around the World

Johnny CashBootleg Vol III: Live Around the World Legacy 88697 93033 2 (2011)


There are a few previously released songs here–an early 1956 performance on the Big “D” Jamboree from The Big “D” Jamboree Live volumes 1 & 2, all of the 1964 Newport Folk Festival performance from Nashville at Newport, and a few selections from På Österåker — but most of this is being released for the first time.  Although the recording conditions aren’t always ideal, the vast majority of this was recorded adequately.  Only a few tracks at the end of the second disc recorded at the Carter Family Fold and the Exit Inn deserve to be considered “bootleg” quality.  It’s probably the case that this is going to appeal mostly to die-hard Cash fans, but for them there are some real treats.  There is a 1969 performance in Vietnam on disc one that is pretty smoking.  It was what inspired Cash to write the song “Singing in Vietnam Talking Blues” that appeared on Man in Black.  He performed despite having pneumonia, and relapsed into taking amphetamines on the tour.  Those recordings absolutely belong in the same conversation as Cash’s legendary 1960s prison concert albums.  There’s a nice one-off solo rendition of “City of New Orleans” (about a train I used to ride!) from a record label event in 1973.  Also of note is the appearance at the White House on April 17, 1970.  There are good performances of “Where You There (When They Crucified My Lord)” and “Daddy Sang Bass” with The Carter Family and Statler Brothers, and Cash substitutes a big, polite “Whoooo!” for the word “motherfucker” in the performance of “A Boy Named Sue.”  This was the show where President Richard Nixon and his staff requested certain songs and Cash famously said no for “Welfare Cadillac” and “Okie from Muskogee”, later explaining that it was because he didn’t have adequate time to learn the new stuff.  That explanation actually makes sense, because if you listen to enough live performances by Cash you probably know that spontaneity wasn’t his strength.  His explanations have differed slightly through the years though.  Parts of shows where he cracks jokes and seems to make mistakes were often actually planned and rehearsed.  He followed a pretty consistent regiment for his concerts and didn’t vary the formula much, though he did get better over time (as Dave Marsh eventually mentions in his liner notes here).  It’s interesting that some of the live performances from the 1970s beat what Cash was releasing on studio albums at the time.  So here’s hoping that there are more live recordings from that era awaiting release — along with something from the early/mid 1980s with Marty Stuart on guitar.