Led Zeppelin – Led Zeppelin

Led Zeppelin

Led ZeppelinLed Zeppelin Atlantic SD 8216 (1969)


Gotta agree with finulanu: “‘Good Times Bad Times’ should have been the blueprint for everything this band went on to do.”  From that nice opening blast that follows on the legacy of The Yardbirds, things devolve pretty quickly into varying degrees of lameness.  Well, allow me to step back for a moment.  This might not seem lame at’all if you’ve never been exposed to decent blues before.  Maybe you’ve never heard Otis Rush rip through “I Can’t Quit You Baby.”  So, to be fair, these are merely wrote transpositions of awesome roots music into faddish pap to assuage the libidos of young boys/men.  And damn, the next time I hear that John Bonham is a great drummer — fuck, even a decent drummer — somebody’s gonna get punched in the face, many times, in rhythm.

John Cale – Vintage Violence

Vintage Violence

John CaleVintage Violence Columbia CS 1037 (1970)


John Cale’s solo debut is shocking. One might have expected some all-out avant-rock akin to what Cale did with The Velvet Underground. Maybe some droning classical compositions like he had recorded with Tony Conrad (later released on the “New York in the 60s” series). Or maybe even something like the albums he produced for The Stooges and Nico. Instead he delivered a Bee Gees Odessa, a Beach Boys Sunflower, or something along those lines at least.

Cale wrote songs with a vast awareness of what he was capable of. Vintage Violence casts the arty ambitions aside and works from scratch.  He conceived and recorded the whole album within about two weeks. What surfaces is a delicate naiveté. The songs are nostalgic. Every word seems to reference a fond, or at least strong, memory.

Rock and roll was a somewhat spontaneous endeavor for John Cale. He had classical training and just fell into to rock and roll with The Primitives (Lou Reed’s fabricated touring outfit that became The Velvet Underground). So he arrived with an articulate, fully-formed identity. But then he fell in love with the whole rock and roll thing. Cale made his rebellion with The Velvets. For his solo debut, he dove into pop music. He was willing to try anything it seems. Yet, he was already enough of a master to anticipate the consequences of every move. There may be sudden shifts and shimmies, but Cale responds to each with careful follow-throughs.

Recording his debut, Cale was still married to fashion designer Betsey Johnson (who was responsible for dressing up The Velvet Underground in their day). Lots of things could be said about that influencing the lush, sophisticated pop of Vintage Violence. You could stack a hundred Neil Diamond albums on top of each other and not have the elegance of John Cale’s compositional grace with pop songs (“Big White Cloud” is worthy of a great Scott Walker song). Certainly something changed by the time Cale was recording abrasive albums like Sabotage/Live and Honoi Soit.

At times the lyrics fall on their face, but anyone who expects otherwise would be the type who would have run into Andy Warhol and expected an engaging conversation (ha!). Then again, songs like “Amsterdam” and “Charlemagne” would make Cale out to be a great lyricist.

Vintage Violence cast no shadow on future projects. Church of Anthrax recorded around the same time with Terry Riley bears no resemblance. This wasn’t the last time Cale dove headfirst into pop music though.

Maybe Vintage Violence works because it throws a brick through the window of the avant-garde. The people inside were so busy throwing their own bricks that maybe this inadvertently got thrown back out.

The Raincoats – The Raincoats

The Raincoats

The RaincoatsThe Raincoats Rough Trade ROUGH 3 (1979)


The Raincoats’ debut album is about being at a certain place in life. It captures a certain feeling. It isn’t a feeling that everyone can relate to, but the Raincoats delicately paint it with crafty precision. The Raincoats is ominous without the pretense that normally accompanies such works.  This is an album of distraction. Yet, it is effective because the ‘Coats readily admit this. The essence of the feeling is like opting to play hopscotch instead of being depressed. There is a careful avoidance at work. Darkness may be all around but there isn’t any time for it with such amusing diversions.

The focus here is on triumph. The Raincoats’ major contribution was combining a deep-seated, gut-level awareness with a generally upbeat attitude. In terms of songwriting, they created modern folk stories. Fairytales. The Raincoats work more from daydreams than reality. You could even call them precocious. “Life on the Line,” particularly Vicky Aspinall’s violin, has that humorous Bo Diddley strut to it. And guest Lora Logic adds her sinuous, throbbing sax to “Black and White.” Every part makes so much intuitive sense. They pull together all the right elements. It’s that spice they add, though, that makes The Raincoats so hard to put aside.

You have to look at The Raincoats in connection with musical collectives like The Slits to understand what important contributions The Raincoats made. Though they were an all-girl group by the time they recorded, they didn’t start that way and that probably wasn’t even their intent. They did end up with a sound far from the punk stereotype. The folk-influence vocal harmonies confirm that. Since this album had little success on release, most people have heard Nirvana‘s version of this sound first (perhaps recognizing the ‘Coats from Kurt Cobain’s liner notes homage). The Raincoats’ debut is the very sound that inspired countless bands through the 1990s.

The Raincoats can fool you into thinking they are just a fun little band playing stripped-down rock songs. Don’t get tricked into thinking so narrow mindedly! Actually, there are no traps. The Raincoats were a pretty inviting band that only slowly revealed their nature. You could talk about how their elemental melodies allowed greater shading with harmonics and rhythms, but this is unnecessary to enjoy the ‘Coats. They were out to make great music, and they are completely unguarded on this recording. Masters of the obvious indeed. With this debut, The Raincoats were off to a great start.

John Cale – Fear

Fear

John CaleFear Island ILPS 9301 (1974)


John Cale’s music, like most great art, is defined by subtlety.  Unfortunately, subtlety is lost on most listeners and many critics. His classical background introduced fresh ideas to rock and roll. So much is made of his association with the origins of punk and with the avant-garde that his range is often overlooked, due to his disregard for divisions between highbrow and lowbrow forms. His music is unique in its own way and difficult to precisely classify.

The guitar plays a central role on Fear. With the combined efforts of Brian Eno and Phil Manzarena, Fear has frequent bouts of guitar fireworks (Eno would electronically process Manzarena’s guitar solos). Simultaneously accentuating the internal textures of the guitar (like John Cage could do for the “prepared” piano) he blends the guitar into the overall collection of sounds. Manipulation of guitar tunings and chord structures make this unique. While first listening to the album, it’s not easy to say “that guitar is tuned differently!” But it becomes obvious that other music doesn’t sound quite the same. Other performers include Andy MacKay, Fred Smith, Judy Nylon, and Richard Thompson. Superb performances by the Cale’s studio band fully realize his visions. Demanding and all-encompassing compositions come to life through the superb musicians that bring just enough life and improvisational character to the recordings.

Fear has some of Cale’s most concise pop songs. “Buffalo Ballet” is a ballad of railroads on the Great Plains. Cale’s lyrics were never that interesting and Fear is hardly an exception (which is what made Lou Reed/John Cale collaborations so powerful). Cale is a more a composer than lyricist. He tells his stories with music, not words. Lyrics are just a minor part of the grand arrangements. All too often lyrics are used as the sole basis for determining the “quality” of an album. John Cale provides a counterargument against such evaluative methods.

Always pushing the limits, Cale’s background covers impressive territory. He performed with John Cage as a pre-teen. Then Aaron Copeland arranged for a scholarship for the Welsh-born Cale to study in the states. Cale moved into the avant-garde cadre stateside, including a much-heralded stint with The Theater of Eternal Music (a/k/a La Monte Young’s Dream Syndicate).  His move to rock and roll began when he and fellow Dream Syndicate member Angus MacLise joined Lou Reed to promote the single “(Do the) Ostrich” as the band The Primitives. Out of the Primitives grew The Velvet Underground. When Lou Reed felt threatened by John Cale’s abilities, Cale left the Velvets. Originally unreleased Velvet Underground recordings like “Stephanie Says,” “Ocean,” and “Ride Into the Sun” point to the direction Cale wanted the group heading. Those demos and outtakes issued years later show subtle complexities very similar to the music on Fear.

This music is almost punk, but that’s not quite the best descriptor. John Cale was in many ways the godfather of the punk sound (Lou Reed being the godfather of its ideals). Fear was the factor that urged Patti Smith to use Cale to produce her seminal debut album Horses.

If anything, Cale’s immense talent ruined any chance of popular appeal outside the U.K. He so expertly incorporated his experiments, they often seem like pop songs on the surface. But that is hardly the whole truth. “Fear Is A Man’s Best Friend” uses Cale’s distinctive reverse dynamics. A combination of rhythmic and dynamic shifts is substantively the opposite of the traditional pop format; however, the result fits perfectly with a pop aesthetic. Cale’s piano, with the brilliant use of space in the opening bars, features his characteristic choppy, pounding chords.

The only familiar Cale technique largely absent on Fear is the drone. Such a forceful part of his repertoire (even appearing on producing efforts like The Stooges and his film scores), we get slightly altered versions on “Gun” and “Ship of Fools.” Not quite drones, he employs almost pedal tones (a technique J.S. Bach used by repeating a tone while chords change around it) with static chords or straight pedal tones.

“The Man Who Couldn’t Afford to Orgy” reveals Cale’s infatuation with The Beach Boys and Brian Wilson’s heavenly California harmonies. You still get an insider’s views on Warholian episodes with “Ship of Fools.” Always though, the melodies are sweet.

John Cale didn’t have a particularly memorable singing voice, but he had more technical vocal ability than usually credited. He said that one basic motivation of rock & roll is to scream and get paid for it. On many levels, that is a remarkable truthful statement. Cale does move from sweet vibrato to unbridled screams — always executed with precision.

Where Paris 1919 was a mellow portrait of home, Fear collects John Cale’s great rock and roll experiments. Personal revelations, anecdotes, and biographical portraits give Fear a well-rounded scope. Cale’s experience as a producer made this album possible. Like a grand opera, Cale finds the perfect use for each element. While his uniqueness may have hindered his popular appeal, it certainly made for great music. In my mind, John Cale is a tremendously influential musician. Always in his own way. Like Eric Dolphy (the jazz musician), the right people knew he was great, but most people miss his greatest innovations.

On a personal level, I find John Cale remarkable. He devoted time to the high & “proper” classical arena, and to “dirtyass rock and roll” (to reference the song from Slow Dazzle). In a sense, he was never fully accepted by either camp. Some rockers considered him too elitist coming from a classical background, while the classical people though he wasted time making stupid pop music. But there are many examples that show how both sides are wrong. John Cale made great music. The discussion should really end there. He was never properly accepted as a genius. Musical Renaissance men like Cale face a bias, but only from the ignorant. I respect a man who can continue to create his own art despite little public acceptance. He was right and the world wasn’t. Unlike Thelonious Monk (who chose to play different than everybody else in public, but privately played conventional stride styles), John Cale was different. He just went with his instincts.

Grateful Dead – Aoxomoxoa

Aoxomoxoa

Grateful DeadAoxomoxoa Warner Bros.-Seven Arts WS 1790 (1969)


Looking back, this album is a big disappointment compared to the great albums Anthem of the Sun before it and Live/Dead after.  It’s a shame because this was recorded with arguably the best lineup the band ever had.  Every time I listen to this disc a single word comes to mind: overproduced.  The Dead seem so enamored with building up layers upon layers of sound in the studio that some of the songs get lost amongst it all.  Still, “St. Stephen” is a good song, even if it sounds better recorded live.  Perhaps the most effective song here is “Doin’ That Rag”, which to my knowledge never made it into regular rotation in live shows.

The Cure – Kiss Me Kiss Me Kiss Me

Kiss Me Kiss Me Kiss Me

The CureKiss Me Kiss Me Kiss Me Fiction FIXH13 (1987)


Like most double albums, this one is too long.  There also is a bizarre eclecticism at play that just doesn’t quite work.  “Just Like Heaven” is classic Cure, with a little bit of punk bite but still very catchy (even if Dinosaur Jr.‘s cover version is better).  As for the rest, well, it’s just all over the map.  At times there is the percussion-laden sound of Public Image Ltd.‘s The Flowers of Romance, plenty of middle-eastern influences, a little lukewarm funk-rock, and even some inklings of the jazz odyssey of Wish — though it’s hard not to think that we are witnesses of the new birth of Spın̈al Tap, mark II.  The Cure try many things here but do few of them well.  This could be worse, and there are some decent songs.  It’s still a disappointment though.

PiL – Metal Box

Metal Box

PiLMetal Box Virgin METAL 1 (1979)


So much of the most innovative music of the 70s came together on Metal Box (originally three metal discs packaged in a film container, the later U.S. version titled Second Edition had a less expensive package). Public Image Ltd. (PiL) kept the immediacy, power, and attitude of punk while creating a special new blend of “pop” music.

The Sex Pistols had booted John Lydon (a/k/a Johnny Rotten) forcing him to find something new. What he found was guitarist Keith Levene and the perfect forum to rant.

Metal Box, the group’s second album, uses only extremes. Pounding bass and icy guitar hiss over the top grind like machinery. Lydon’s paranoid shouting plows through, questioning everything. He rips out the sounds in his head for the world to hear. PiL released singles from the album, but even those great songs seem out of place by themselves. The flow and endless vamps need to slowly overtake you as you listen.

Keith Levene is the sound of PiL. He plays phenomenally inventive solos, as on “Chant” where his scathing guitar laces over muffled repetitions of “love/war/kill/hate.” He comes close to sounding like James “Blood” Ulmer most of the time, improvising in a way that values random effects and eliminates the possibility of mistake. Jah Wobble on bass is also an absolute necessity for this music to work, adding the only melodies. The spontaneous energy keeps the experiments within arm’s reach. The drummer du jour adds little but manages not to spoil the album either.

Dance music, the likes of dub and disco, was the common denominator for PiL. While it seems each performer is doing something completely different, the record pulls it all together with the open space and sweeping textures of CAN’s krautrock. There really are no low points on the entire album. PiL’s debut had connections to the past, but this album (their second) was a step through a gateway. Superficially, Metal Box was absorbed into pop music, though few of the influenced masses think to tracing their roots through PiL.

Great music is tied so much to the social fabric of its time, so that great music tends to come in waves. Metal Box is one of the most brilliant works from an incredible period that birthed the 80s. Even among stiff competition, it stands out as inspired, cohesive, and enduring.

John Cale once said that rock and roll is about screaming and getting paid for it. PiL pulls off that tenuous circus balancing act in profound fashion. My mom once commented while I was listening to Metal Box that it sounded like someone screaming and trying to get paid for it. I don’t think she realized how right she was! This is an album for people who love rock and roll down to their souls, and no one else.

Bob Dylan – Together Through Life

Together Through Life

Bob DylanTogether Through Life Columbia 88697 43893 2 (2009)


Here’s the first real break in continuity Dylan has offered in his recordings since Time Out of Mind more than a decade earlier.  There are similarities, of course.  This still works with simple blues forms, but Dylan is also leaning on the melodramatic airs of Tin Pan Alley.  The songwriting is perhaps less compelling than on his last few albums.  Lots of the material was co-written with Robert Hunter, the frequent lyricist for The Grateful Dead.  But, surprisingly, the production values of the album are quite nice.  It sounds crisp and woody, rather than warm and fuzzy like the last few recordings.  It seems almost like the musicians are performing live right in front of you.  An accordion is featured prominently (you may remember this only as “the accordion album”, like jazz musician Henry Threadgill‘s Where’s Your Cup?).  This one may seem like a throwaway, but it does have an easygoing charm even if that very quality simultaneously threatens to prevent it from reaching escape velocity to leave the orbit of easy listening/adult contemporary schmaltz.  Although it’s rather listenable it isn’t always memorable.  If people often say that any effort you put into listening to Dylan’s music is repaid many times over, then this album turns that around because it makes for probably the easiest listening in his whole catalog but intense scrutiny probably won’t pay off as much.

Bob Dylan – MTV Unplugged

MTV Unplugged

Bob DylanMTV Unplugged Columbia CK 67000 (1995)


Here’s a turning point for Dylan.  He had been in a tailspin (often a flaming tailspin) since the late 1970s.  His (in)ability to cope with his celebrity status was a big part of the problem, and over time he simply wasn’t usually engaged in the recording process.  Dylan would veto efforts by producers to clean up his albums, and he would veto the inclusion of some of the better songs (borne out by the Bootleg Series and Biograph sets).  He also would not rehearse sufficiently with his bands prior to recording, and would refuse to do further takes to get a song right.  Worst of all, he just tended to coast by while putting in a half effort, at best.  This was all compounded by him allegedly being an alcoholic.  But a lot of this changed when MTV approached him to do an “unplugged” concert series and album.  For the first time in decades, maybe even ever, he was willing to listen to what the studio execs wanted.  They wanted Bob Dylan’s greatest hits live.  Bob proves somewhat disinterested in these performances, but in listening to the executives he sort of grew up in a way.  He was, to put it bluntly, selling out.  But in selling out he was also accepting a more viable way of managing his career.  In a word, it was professionalism — making him out to be something more like a hard-working entertainer doing what was expected of him by others than a sensitive “artiste” holding out that his place and legacy in society wasn’t fully crystallized.  He was ready to give his fans what they wanted, mostly because he was paying attention to the business side of his affairs and seemed to want the steady stream of income that some concessions would provide.  But this was also his recognition that he didn’t have complete latitude and needed to take into account circumstances beyond his control.  So consider MTV Unplugged like Dylan clearing his throat, preparing to launch into the last part of his career with some sort of enthusiasm.  Once he accepted his status as a “rock legend” from an earlier era he could work within that context for his next album Time Out of Mind, spinning tales of jaded regret, bemused nostalgia and weary longing that only work from that perspective of aged credibility (the classic mid-life crisis resolution).  Freed from the burdens of having to sound “new” and “contemporary” he could just pick out bits and pieces from familiar terrain and put them together in a way that sounded convincing not contrived.

Bob Dylan – Oh Mercy

Oh Mercy

Bob DylanOh Mercy Columbia CK 45281 (1989)


Oh Mercy is a contender, along with Time Out of Mind, Good as I Been to You and even Empire Burlesque (yes!) and possibly Slow Train Coming, as one of the best post-Desire Bob Dylan albums.  This one comes as a surprise though.  Dylan wasn’t exactly in peak form at the end of the 1980s.  In fact, he was in something more akin to a downward spiral.  The effort Dylan put into this album was leaps and bounds ahead of his previous effort Down in the Groove.  It wouldn’t last.  The follow-up Under the Red Sky was vapid and unconvincing (thanks to Dylan vetoing almost all production efforts).  It was as if Dylan had no idea whatsoever what worked and what didn’t anymore.  But, this album wouldn’t be the last of this type of songwriting.  In fact, after a “reboot” with the acoustic folk album Good as I Been to You, Dylan explored simple blues rock structures with World Gone Wrong and from then on out was on autopilot.  He would return to the songwriting style of this album most of the time.  Some late period albums just shifted the textures of the backing music to the utilitarian sounds of World Gone Wrong, without really taking a different thematic or structural approach.  Oh Mercy sounded like the product of a songwriter past middle age.  Straight from the opener “Political World,” it’s clear that he was interested in tackling subject matter that younger performers probably wouldn’t pursue.  This is a little uneven at times.  Time Out of Mind is better (and Empire Burlesque too, even if I’m the only person who thinks so), but Time Out of Mind was really a reassessment and refinement of the same style on display here in more tentative form.