22/23 June 2013 (Days 173/174) – Op Shopping For CDs

I wasn’t thinking about going shopping for CDs this weekend.  OK, that’s a lie; I’m always thinking about shopping and adding to my collection in the manner Imelda Marcos collected shoes.  Perhaps what I meant to say was that my scope for buying stuff did not look good.

The reason was simple, “M” was demanding I spend some time attending to things around the house and could barely refuse given I was heading off to the footy on Saturday night.   After attending to the most pressing matters, “M” decided the time was right for us to dispose of some items by donating them to our local op shop.  Given this did not include any aspect of my collection, I readily agreed, thinking that perhaps I might be able to get some CDs after all. 

So, after dropping off our donations, I headed eagerly into the shop itself, eager to see whether they had any CDs or books on sale.  Unfortunately this proved not to be the case, the shop’s stock being the same stack of albums that seems to reside en mass in every such store.  I’m not going to identify the culprits – you know who they are! 

By now it was past lunchtime and “M” wanted to reward me with a feed at our favourite sushi place, incredibly, an owner operated space in the food court at a nearby shopping centre.  But on the way back home we took a different route and two things happened.  As we passed through one of our neighbouring suburbs, “M” decided she wanted to go into their op shop.  Feeling slightly deflated by my lack of success at our earlier stop, I wasn’t overly enthusiastic but “M” held sway.   

We walked in and I saw the shop had a largish collection of CDs along a couple of shelves.  I started to go through them, cursing I didn’t bring my reading glasses.  Why is the print on the jewel case spines so bloody small?  But then, I saw something, and then something else….. a few minutes later I had purchased 5 albums all for the princely sum of three dollars each and with the money going to a good cause to boot.  Even better, the first album I played when I got home was something that has long been deleted;

(# 458) Kings Of the Sun – Kings Of The Sun (1988)

I remember the first time I saw this band.  It was a film clip for their first single Bottom Of My Heart.  Neither the clip nor the song with its “You’re on top of the bottom of my heart” hook line impressed me.  Then a considerable time later, I caught the band as a support to an act that escapes me for the moment.  By now they seemed to have mutated into an over the top rock band full of attitude and a lead singer so full of showman strut that he made David Lee Roth look retiring.  I was hooked and raced out and got the album on vinyl.  I don’t think it sold all that well but it is one beast of an album. Serpertine which opens proceedings is a monster of a track  that should have been a massive hit. Get On Up, Black Leather, Hot To Trot and Wildcat all follow in the same vein.  Still don’t like Bottom Of My Heart though.

(# 459) M.I.A. – Arular (2005)

I was staggered to find this, as I don’t think I’ve ever previously seen a copy of this, M.I.A.’s debut in the shops.  It is a full on attack from the British based Tamil who could have possibly thought this was going to be the only album she’d ever release.  Musical styles (notably funk, hip hop and dance, political themes and righteous youthful anger all collide at a million miles an hour to produce a remarkable album not all that dissimilar to The Silts magnificent Cut album.  Bucky Done Gun, Sunshowers and Galang prove that you can dance and make a point at the same time.

By the time I’d played this, the other discs had to wait, as it was time to head out to the game.  Despite the 10 degree weather I travelled to Eithad Stadium where the Bulldogs promptly rewarded me with a 10 goal loss for my fortitude. After that, I didn’t feel much like playing stuff for the rest of the weekend although I did manage to get through this on the Sunday;

(# 460) Live – At The Paradiso, Amsterdam

Fortunately the band had the common sense not to title this “Live Live” or “Live Squared”.  A CD version of a concert DVD, this could easily function as a greatest hits compilation.  It contains solid versions of mainstays such Selling The Drama, Lightning Crashes, Turn My Head, The Dolphin’s Cry, Heaven and Lakini’s Juice.  I Alone Is marred in part by an overreliance on the audience singing the lyrics and a version of Johnny Cash’s I Walk The Line is, ahem, interesting.  The two studio tracks tacked onto the end are unremarkable.

21 June 2013 (Day 172) – Compilations By Music Pioneers

I realised today that I forgot to make a fundamental point about yesterday’s post and let it become the focus for today's limited listening.  It is that the notion of a single disc compilation works best of all for music pioneers of the 1950’s and even earlier.  In this era, artists more or less, released singles; albums were little more than greatest hits compilations.

Today there are hundreds of compilations that honour these acts, mostly single or two disc sets.  As such, all I have to do is to think of an act I would like to see included in my iPod and to seek out the compilation that contains what I consider to be the best of that artist’s work.

Even then, not every act is represented this way on my iPod.  It is also loaded up with a number of various artist compilations that can produce a wealth of tracks by the same artist that nothing else is necessary other than to create a playlist for tracks by that artist drawn from these varied sources.  This applies in particular to a number of blues and rockabilly artists, Southern soul acts and Motown.  

But some acts simply cannot be denied, having produced so many memorable hits that a compilation had to be included, including;

(# 455) Chuck Berry – Greatest Hits

Elvis Presley may have made rock ‘n’ roll accessible to white people but ultimately it was Chuck Berry who provided its vocabulary, ensured the guitar was the dominant instrument and who developed the licks utilised by just about every major guitarist of note ever since.  There is probably no one definitive Berry compilation out there, mainly because so many el cheapo companies have flooded the market with CDs of his best work.  My copy is one of these, but oh what a track listing; - Roll Over Beethoven, Rock And Roll Music, Sweet Little Sixteen, No Particular Place To Go, Johnny B Goode, Let It Rock, Memphis, Reelin’ And Rockin’, You Never Can Tell and Back In The U.S.A. are within its 24 tracks.  And extra marks to the compilers for leaving off his biggest hit, My Ding A Ling.

(# 456) Buddy Holly – The Best Of Buddy Holly (2008)

Thanks to Paul McCartney’s ownership of the Buddy Holly songbook, there is little chance of the market being flooded with numerous Holly Best Ofs.  This particular one – with a pink cover – is the best single disc compilation of his work I’ve found, comprising 20 tracks, with not a duff one among them.  That’ll Be The Day, Think It Over, Peggy Sue, Rave On, Heartbeat, Peggy Sue Got Married, True Love Ways, Brown Eyed Handsome Man and It Doesn’t Matter Any More are amongst its tracks.  All contain his marvellous guitar work and distinctive vocals amid an overall production that trod the fine line between vitality and overblown floss quite nicely.  Most importantly, although there are some 50s harmony vocals, these do not overwhelm the songs in the way the Jordanaires rendered so much of Elvis’ 50s output to be practically unlistenable these days.

(# 457) Little Richard – The Very Best Of Little Richard (2008)

This is another single disc compilation released in 2008 with a pink cover.  Play this to anyone who doubts the size of Little Richard’s contribution to the development of rock ‘n’ roll.  Along with Jerry Lee Lewis, he was responsible for introducing the flamboyance and wild abandon that is so integral to the very best rock.  Tutti Frutti, Long Tall Sally,  Good Golly Miss Molly, Slippin’ And Slidin’, Rip It Up, The Girl Can’t Help It, Jenny Jenny and Bama Lama Bama Loo are all here as is his take on The Killer’s Whole Lotta Shakin’ Goin’ On.  And if that’s not enough, check out the awesome live medley of Ain’t That A Shame/I Got A Woman/Tutti Frutti tacked on to end. Wooooooo!

Little wonder I headed into the weekend in a good mood.

20 June 2013 (Day 171) – Greatest Hits Albums On My iPod

I enjoyed yesterday’s little excursion so much I thought I do the same thing today.  That is pick a theme for the day’s listening based on the first album I chose.  I set myself a potentially difficult task when I went with;

(# 451) Queen – Greatest Hits (compilation 1981)

This was the first of three Greatest Hits comps issued by the band during and after their career. The track listing for this album apparently varies from country to country depending on which tracks had been released as singles, but the Australian is incredibly solid.  The legendary Bohemian Rhapsody is the opening track, its massive popularity here no doubt a cause of great satisfaction to Freddie Mercury after the band had been largely booed at the Sunbury just the year prior to its release.  (For the full story refer to Mark Blake’s fascinating bio Is This The Real Life – The Untold Story Of Queen.)  All of Queen’s best stuff from their initial history is here; nods to their early heavy days in Now I’m Here and Seven Seas Of Rhye, the infectious Killer Queen, their first hit here, The Fat Bottomed Girls/Bicycle Race double A single (the latter complete with its bicycle bell solo!), Another One Bites The Dust, Crazy Little Thing Called Love, Flash, the theme from their Flash Gordon movie soundtrack, the wonderful You’re My Best Friend and some Freddie flamboyance in Good Old-Fashioned Lover Boy.  Naturally We Will Rock You and We Are The Champions are kept till last.

But it really wasn’t all that difficult to discern a theme when it dawned on me that Queen is represented by this album and the subsequent Greatest Hits II on my iPod and indeed, in my collection.  Obviously Queen diehards will disagree, but I think Queen are a band that is better served through their compilations.  Their best work was contained in their singles which in turn were usually the stand out tracks on the albums.  And in any case, their albums cover such a wide range of, often bizarre, musical styles, that no one or two Queen albums could possibly do justice to them on the iPod. 

And so, I started to scroll through my iPod trying to find examples where I chose single disc compilations – double albums, anthologies and box sets excluded – that I used to best represent some cherished acts. 

(# 452) Faith No More – Who Cares A Lot? The Greatest Hits (compilation 1998)

Probably no other act caused as much heartburn when it came to deciding what to put on my iPod as rap/metal pioneers Faith No More.  My initial thought was to have them represented by the albums The Real Thing and Angel Dust, both classics in their right and their powerful Live At The Brixton Academy.  I figured the live album would ensure that We Care A Lot would be included but I still bemoaned the absence of the surging Introduce Yourself, the title track of their debut album.  I was also unsure about including the King For A Day and Album Of The Year releases, both very much underrated with many fine tracks but not as consistent as the other two.  Then I remembered I had this which I had originally purchased exclusively for the bonus disc of B-sides and rarities.  When I checked out the main disc I realised the compilers had done an excellent job.  Introduce Yourself and We Care A Lot are both here in all their glory as are the carefully selected highlights from each of the studio albums including the majestic Epic, From Out Of Nowhere and Falling To Pieces from The Real Thing, Midlife Crisis and their piss take of The Commodores Easy  (Don’t be fooled by anyone claiming that this was a reverent homage.) from Angel Dust.  The last two albums have been expertly filleted through the inclusion of the marvellous Digging The Grave and The Gentle Art Of Marking Enemies and King For Day’s Ashes To Ashes and Stripsearch.  If Angel Dust’s Be Aggressive had been included it would have been close to perfect.  And so, this lives in my iPod along with the live set which contains more of the Real Thing and a massive cover of Black Sabbath’s War Pigs.

(# 453) John Lennon – Lennon Legend. The Very Best Of John Lennon (compilation 1997)

The existence of this album made it very easy for me for Lennon to be represented on the iPod.  To mind, Imagine is far and away his best solo album and that has been synched.  All I then needed to do is to drop its tracks from this and there is nothing but wall to wall classics – Instant Karma, Cold Turkey, Mind Games, Whatever Gets You Thru The Night, his great cover of Stand By Me, Working Class Hero and Give Peace A Chance.  More importantly, the best tracks from his comeback albums are also here – the comeback single (Just Like) Starting Over, Watching The Wheels, the tragic Beautiful Boy (Darling Boy) and the horribly underrated Nobody Told Me.

(# 454) Masters Apprentices – Fully Qualified. The Choicest Cuts (compilation 2006)

Who was Australia’s finest band during the 1960’s?  A silly question to be sure but no doubts many critics would nominate the Easybeats nonetheless.  I don’t have a problem with that but it is increasingly becoming apparent to a great many people that the Masters Apprentices  could easily have gained the honour.  Initially an raw R&B combo the band embraced psychedelics and released a number of timeless tracks and at least one classic album (their 1967 self titled debut although 1971’s Choice Cuts also has its fans).  This 24 track comp does justice to their career and includes classic tracks such as the Undecided and Turn Up Your Radio and their hard rock undertones, the 60s pop smarts of Elevator Driver and Living In A Child’s Dream, the memorable Australian hit Because I Love You and the psychedelica of Rio De Camero and Our Friend Owen Stanley III.  

19 June 2013 (Day 170) – Spurned Albums That I Love

Today I deliberately tried to come up with a theme for the days listening.  I had no specific idea what that theme would be as I scrolled though my iPod.  My only criterion was whatever album I first selected had to sustain the theme for a day.  I had no idea what the theme would be until I came across;

(# 447) Oasis – Be Here Now (1997)

Oasis’ third album had the British critics as united in fierce opposition as they had been united in reverent praise for their first two albums.   The words or phrases most often used to describe the album included “self indulgent”, “bloated” and “drug affected”.   I still have my copy of Q magazine which contains the 5 star review it gave on release, which they would like to retract.  After a couple of previous false starts, the band finally undertook an Australian tour; an on board incident en route cultivated the enmity of the local media and their shows were roundly panned. …..

…..and yet, 16 years later this is the Oasis album that I play more than any other and I’ve gotten to the point that  I think it is infinitely better than (What’s The Story) Morning Glory which preceded it, in turn, a pale imitation of their superb debut, and best album, Definitely Maybe.  The songs are, for the most part, extremely catchy each rendered in the rumbling sound of their celebrated  live version of The Beatles I Am A Walrus.  D’You Know What I Mean, Stand By Me, All Around The World, I Hope I Think I Know and, most memorably, It’s Getting’ Better (Man!!) all fall into this category.  Don’t Go Away is a pretty good ballad and far more intelligible than either Wonderwall or Champagne Supernova to boot.

By the way, I was in the crowd of their Melbourne gig of that tour and I think it was pretty damned good.  I should know, I have a tape of the gig to prove it.

(# 448) The Stone Roses – Second Coming (1994)

This album wasn’t so much spurned but did suffer negatively from perceived unfulfilled expectations resulting from the 5 and a half year waiting period after the release of their celebrated debut.  Additionally, I think the title put some people off, the cover painting seemed too reminiscent of the debut and the introduction to the album was seen as kind of different…..

…… and yet I think this is one of the great guitar rock albums of the last 20 years.  On this John Squire unleashed his inner Eric Clapton and some of the results are astonishing, none more so that the twin barrel opening assault of Breaking Into Heaven and Driving South.  The former starts with approximately 5 minutes of what sounds like a jungle – water running, animal sounds and other ambient sounds – punctured by blasts of Squire’s guitar which eventually coalesces into the song’s introductory riff. Squire’s playing on this is nothing short of extraordinary, especially towards the end with it effortlessly segueing in to Driving South.  This is pretty good but is topped by the following Daybreak and its awesome jamming towards its end.   Tears is a pretty good tune which appears to musically reference Jimi Hendrix’s version of All Along The Watchtower and Love Spreads was a convincing enough single.  The untitled hidden track is a bit much though.

The Stone Roses also undertook their debut tour on the back of this album.  I was in the crowd of their Melbourne gig on that tour – one of the last shows performed with Squire in it before his original departure – and the live performances of these songs blew the original studio versions out of the water.

(# 449) The Red Hot Chili Peppers – One Hot Minute (1995)

The follow up to BloodSugarSexMagik is routinely criticised by just about every critic and the long term members of the RHCP.  It is the only album which contains Jane’s Addiction’s Dave Navarro on guitar and it appears that one of the problems some people have with his presence is that he is not John Frusciante.  Additionally, Navarro also seems to influenced the band away from generally hedonistic themes to much darker ones……

……and yet, apart from its predecessor, this is the RHCP album I play the most.  A lot of it is due to the excellent quality of its opening six numbers.  Offering a variety of styles it kicks off in grand style with the frantic Warped, the catchy and cheerful Aeroplane, the solid Deep Kick, the reflective ballad My Friends and the singalong Coffee Shop.  Elsewhere, One Big Mob is an effective throwback to the Hillel Slovak era whilst Falling Into Grace and Shallow Be Thy Name thrash about agreeably.

Navarro’s guitar work is, as always, a treat and he was a galvanising presence of the tour behind the album.  The Melbourne show I attended was good but not as riotously fun as that for BloodSugarSexMagik.

(# 450) Metallica – St. Anger (2003)

Now here’s an album hardly anybody likes.  Songs from this album rarely seem to appear in Metallica’s ever changing set lists, the band nearly broke up whilst making it, critics routinely disparage it and, for many, the only good thing to have emerged from the lengthy and chaotic recording sessions was the Some Kind Of Monster documentary.  When I first heard it, I too was completely underwhelmed…..

….and yet I was turned around by, of all things, the documentary.  More specifically, I was seduced by the massive riff that sits behind Some Kind Of Monster as it played behind the film’s closing credits.   Curious as to whether I’d missed anything, I played the album again – and have never really stopped playing it ever since.  It is, to my mind, just about Metallica’s greatest album, a release in which they contemplate and confront their own mortality and attempt to frame music to go with it.  The key, is the opening 20 minutes, a combination of three tracks that sound almost like a suite and which contains some of the most ferocious and brave music this band has ever recorded.  Frantic starts proceedings, a throwback to the early days powered by some of Lars Ulrich’s most convincing drumming.  Much of drum sound has been treated in some way that it sounds very metallic.  Over the course of the album it does become a bit wearying but is perfectly suited to the attack of these early tracks.  The title track follows starts with a furious jam that is later repeated to even greater effect.  As soon as it ends some ominous notes, THAT riff and the closest thing to a guitar solo on the record heralds the start of the stomping Some Kind Of Monster.  By the time this has ended, you’re gasping for breath.  The opening three tracks have been so dense, so dark and so very heavy that relief is needed.  It comes in the form of the remainder of the album, especially Dirty Window, Invisible Kid, Shoot Me Again and Sweet Amber.  If the album has a fault, it is that some of the tracks are a tad too long and possibly one track too many but ultimately what cannot be denied, and which demands to be heard, is those opening three tracks.

And had Metallica had toured Australia behind that album, I’m sure these tracks would have been the highlight.

18 June 2013 (Day 169) – The Voice and 3 Sprawling Classics

Last night “M” and I watched the Grand Final of The Voice.  To my complete lack of surprise, I was able to pick the final four in their correct finishing order with Harrison Craig the winner.  Although possessed of an impressive voice, he was always going to win given his “back story” of being the youngest competitor (18 years) having to overcome a major impediment (a stutter).    Second place getter Luke Kennedy was also no surprise given he already had a recording contract, albeit as a member of the operatic group The Ten Tenors.  Clean cut, non-controversial and with a well-trained voice he would have won over Australia’s mainstream free to air TV audience if it wasn’t for Craig.

As you can tell by these comments, I’m no great fan of these types of programs.  I do not think that these programs are contests.  Rather it is nothing more than another method that the recording industry uses as a means to select new talent by testing prospective acts on the public.  Alternatively, it might be a mechanism whereby record companies seek to launch a preordained act by running the “contest” and having the audience validate their selection, as it were. 

The key to understanding this issue is the roles of the judges. Why are they there?  Ideally, if these were true talent quests, and the winner is truly decided by the public, why are the judges needed to  do anything other than thin the initial numbers of applicants  down to a manageable number?  My suspicion is that they’re there to “guide” the audience towards certain acts.  Obviously, one way is through their assessments of the singers’ performances.  The other is via the devices available to them to ensure the singer’s continued participation.  On Idol, it’s through the initial selection process right through to the final selection of, I think 16, singers.  Failing that, why else would a couple of spots be left open for judges to exercise a wildcard and get someone in?

On The Voice, the way the “mentors” “guide” the singers to the desired outcome is much more subtle.  First is the fabled “blind auditions” in which they seek to convince you that they are making a selection on talent alone.  With the teams assembled, the mentors really go to work.  The “battle rounds” is a great technique to thin the initial number by half; remember it is the mentors who make all the decisions at this point.  My guess is that their pre-ordained one is protected by a) who they are paired against, so that b) the mentor can justify their victory, whilst c) eliminating a lot of the serious competition by paring them against each other thus ensuring the public will never have a chance to vote for them.  And this year, there was the “innovation” of “the save” by mentors, presumably designed to ensure their man got though.  Of course, I could be wrong about all of this but I wouldn’t be surprised if I’m correct.

But it is very important to understand here that I’m not condemning the industry for what I think they might possibly be up to.  Rather, I see this as just a new technique to do something they’ve always done; that is, launch a new, usually unknown pre-packaged singer on the public, only this way, they can claim to lay the credit on the audience itself.  As a marketing technique it’s absolutely brilliant. Whether it produces anything of musical merit is debatable, but then again, similar thoughts could be made of the acts they would have foistered without the audience’s “participation” anyway.

None of this, of course, mattered when it came to today’s listening matter.  Initially, I thought I’d purge myself by going for something on the heavier side:

(# 444) Led Zeppelin – Physical Graffiti (1975)

 Originally a double vinyl album that the band has wisely preserved as a double CD, this might very well by this band’s finest release.  The first disc is practically flawless, as good a record of hard rock as ever been released.  Custard Pie/The Rover/In My Time Of Dying/Houses Of The Holy/Kashmir.  Has there ever been a better sequenced set of numbers?  Indeed it’s a sequence that has actually been enhanced with the transition to CD.  It’s an ever increasing, sustained build in tension and power that cumulates in the majesty and power of Kashmir, a track that that is increasingly being recognised as their finest effort and a significant marker in the development towards what was to become known as world music.  The second disc then takes their power and spreads it in a number of intriguing directions including the instrumental Bron-Yr-Aur, the descriptive Boogie With Stu and the acoustic Black Country Woman.

But after playing this, I'd thought I would seek out other albums known for their sprawling nature comprising tracks in all manner of styles seemingly without a guiding principle or theme and totally without regard for the careful marketing campaigns of record companies.  In other words, the type of hard to handle acts that would never emerge from the bosom of a TV reality show. 

(# 445) The Beatles – The Beatles (a.k.a The White Album) (1968)

I don’t know if I have a favourite Beatles album, however, this is the one I play the most.  A 30 track double album, it is crammed full of some of their most well-known, audacious and controversial works, all seemingly scattered around the track listing without any thought to sequencing.  The sheer scale of this album makes it had to describe but here goes;  it contains the instantly recognisable Back In The U.S.S.R., Ob-La-Di  Ob-La-Da, Blackbird and Birthday. It’s home to Lennon’s most tender tune Julia, McCartney’s most convincing rocker Helter Skelter, Ringo’s best Beatles tune Don’t Pass Me By and George Harrison’s masterpiece, While My Guitar Gently Weeps.  Humour comes from Glass Onion, Sexy Sadie, Everybody’s Got Something To Hide Except For me And My Monkey and Why Don’t We Do It In The Road?  And then there is the sound collage Revolution 9 which actually holds up as an intriguing experiment for about the first four minutes before outstaying its welcome.

(# 446) Fleetwood Mac – Tusk (1979)

This was the long awaited follow up to Rumours and was released to much head scratching.  Yet, after all these years, the album sounds increasingly conventional.   Indeed so much of the album is a testament to the songwriting abilities of the three key writers in the band.  The album is bookended by two marvellous Christine McVie ballads, the sublime Over & Over and Never Forget.  Think About Me is nice up tempo track and Never Make Me Cry is a plaintive ballad.  Stevie Nicks contributes the hit single Sara, the dramatic Sisters Of The Moon and the enigmatic Storms.  But the album really belongs to crazed tracks of Lindsey Buckingham including The Ledge, Not That Funny, I Know I’m Not Wrong, Walk A Thin Line and the title track complete with marching band. 

17 June 2013 (Day 168) – Overlooked Albums By Major Acts

Back at work for the start of another week and I’m scrolling through my iPod.  It dawns on me that I haven’t played anything by The Rolling Stones this year.  I decide to rectify this; after all the Stones are the greatest rock ‘n’ roll band of all time.  The mere fact that they’ve endured for 50 years now is testament to their greatness.

And therein lay my dilemma.  Most institutions – and the Stones are most definitely an institution - are accurately aware of their history and do everything possible to celebrate that fact.  But the sheer amount of books, DVD’s, CDs and other stuff that has been released has been an avalanche. This probably accounts for my seeming lack of interest this year, although I did put (and received) the Stones/Muddy Waters Live at the Checkerboard Lounge CD/DVD  on last year’s Christmas wish list which I then devoured before the start of this year.   But I wanted to listen to something that hasn’t been connected to the anniversary celebrations and wasn’t in the mood for early period Stones and so selected;

(# 440) The Rolling Stones – Tattoo You (1981)

This is, without question, the most underrated album in their entire collection and deserves consideration of being ranked with Aftermath, Beggar’s Banquet, Let It Bleed, Sticky Fingers and Exile On Main Street as one of their very best albums.  And it is an incredible achievement given that the album effectively consists of cast off tracks from the previous 10 years or so of recording.  Yet to me it is an incredibly cohesive album, probably because of the tracks were remixed and Jagger’s vocals overdubbed at the one time.  The album’s odd sequencing, up tempo tracks on the vinyl side 1, slower stuff on side 2, actually works in its favour, with saxophone overdubs by Sonny Rollins on side 1’s Slave and side 2’s Waiting On A Friend adding to the sense of cohesion.  But in the end, it’s home to a number of tremendous tracks.  Everyone knows the ubiquitous opener Start Me Up.  Hang Fire and Neighbours are great flat out rockers and Little T&A is a tremendous Keith Richards number which he really should perform live more often.  The ballads, and Jagger’s vocals in particular, are magnificent especially the wondrous Worried About You where, for once, he moves between falsetto and his normal voice effortlessly.  (Mick played this from a piano the last time The Stones played Melbourne and it came close to stealing the show.) Tops and No Use In Crying are just as good.  Waiting On A Friend is the perfect closer. 

After this, I started thinking about albums that I really love but which don’t seem to get the kudos they deserve in overviews of the artists’ work.  Scrolling again I landed on;

(# 441) Blur – Modern Life Is Rubbish (1993)

Blur’s second album is close to my favourite and I definitely prefer it to the more lauded Parklife.  It’s a very English sounding album but ultimately what I really do love about it is the complete lack of pretension on any of the tracks.  Essentially it’s an album where a bunch of English lads get together and play music just for the sheer joyous fun of it.  The result is a batch of truly catchy songs such as the T-Rex influenced For Tomorrow, the pronounced nod to The Kinks on Sunday Sunday and Chemical World/Intermission (the latter incorporating snatches of music hall) and the terrific closer Resigned. 

(# 442) Bob Dylan – Street Legal (1978)

There are a number of underrated Dylan albums I could have played including Slow Train Coming, Infidels, World Gone Wrong and Good As I’ve Been To You.  But this is the one for me because of the future directions it clearly signposts.  It opens with one of my very favourite Dylan tracks, Changing Of The Guards.  As is the case with many of the great man’s masterworks, the lyrics can be taken to mean anything, but to these ears it sounds like a career/life overview whilst simultaneously preparing the ground for the first of his “Christian” albums, Slow Train Coming.   Possessed of an irresistible grove, the track also introduces female musical back up singers to great effect who were seen by many to be a grating feature on his next album, the very much unloved live Dylan At Budokan.  New Pony continues in this vein.   Is Your Love In Vain? was this album’s instant classic, Where Are You Tonight? (Journey Through Dark Heat)  and Baby Stop Crying nearly attained the same status and Senor (Tales Of Yankee Power) sounds to me like Dylan’s take on Neil Young’s Cortez The Killer.

(# 443) R.E.M. – Accelerate (2008)

This really should have been the album that restored R.E.M. to world domination but instead probably marked the point when the band realised their glory days had ended.  The album starts off in blistering fashion with Living Well Is The Best Revenge and the truly awesome Man-Sized Wreath two of the most convincing rockers the band ever recorded and effortlessly commanded by Michael Stipe’s vocals.   Supernational Superserious which follows is almost as good and Hollow Man, a good slow/fast number, maintained the sonic attack.  The next four five tracks are of a uniformly high quality until the memorable final two numbers Horse To Water and I’m Gonna DJ, both of which are cut from the same cloth as the turbocharged opening three numbers.  At 35 minutes in length, the album seems to fly by very quickly leaving you wanting to cue it up and start again. 

By the time I got home, it was time for dinner and bed with the Grand Final of The Voice in which 4 acts are going to be told that they're the greatest young acts in the country, at least until next year's GF.  Whether they be able to sustain long recording careers that will encompass an underrated album will be very much in doubt.

15 & 16 June 2013 (Days 166/167) – Music Trivia

Another weekend.  Initially we’re at a loss; the house is clean, the shopping is done and the weather is cold.  It’s a good excuse to stay indoors, at least for the morning, and catch up on some reading as I play;

(#436) Robyn Hitchcock & The Venus 3 – Goodnight Oslo (2009)

Robyn Hitchcock has been releasing his idiosyncratic take on rock over the last couple of decades via solo albums or with now defunct backing band The Egyptians.  These days, his band albums see him backed by the Venus 3, which comprises 60% of the final touring version of R.E.M. – Peter Buck, Scott McCaughey and Bill Rieflin.  Many of the tracks on this hark back to the jangley sounds of early R.E.M albums although Hitchcock’s voice and pronunciation is in little danger of been mistaken for Michael Stipe’s then mumbled efforts.  This is a solid album, the horns on Saturday Groovers are a nice addition to the basic sound and I’m Falling has an infectious singalong chorus which even had “M” singing along.  Closing tracks TLC and the title track are superb nuggets each containing inspired guitar work that is more than a little reminiscent of George Harrison’s.

(# 437) Robert Pollard – From A Compound Eye (2006)

To state that this is “just another” Robert Pollard album should be taken as meaning nothing else than that.  By my calculations he has released at least 40 albums over the past 30 years either as a solo act or as the driving force behind the mighty Guided By Voices. (And that estimate doesn’t include compilations, live albums or soundtracks.)  This particular album is significant in the sense that it was the first solo album released under his name after GBV had broken up in 2004 although they’ve since reformed.  But that doesn't really mean much as the album conforms to the usual Pollard/GBV template, a large number of songs crammed onto a single disc with the great majority with a running time of less than 2 minutes.  Of the 26 tracks on this release, Dancing Girls And Dancing Men, U.S Mustard Company, The Numbered Head (a spirited jam), the practically mainstream Love Is Stronger Than Witchcraft and Kingdom Without stand out. 

In the early afternoon  “M” and I journey out to her sister’s for what we thought was going to be a light lunch.  Instead we were served up a delicious platter of Mexican beef.  We then continued on to Lara, just past the famous Little River sign that gave one of Australia’s most successful bands its name, to a mate's place for a bar-bar-que.  Here we are served up delicious platters of lamb, beef, sausages, pork and, just for some variety, chicken.  After that, with bellies swelling all of us continued into Geelong, home of Magic Dirt, for a primary school trivia night.

I love trivia nights, especially if there are loads of music questions.  When I heard that 2 of the 6 rounds were to exclusively consist of music questions, I thought we’d already won.  Even the other four rounds contained music questions, including the hoary old one about the age common to the death of a number of rock stars including most recently, Amy Winehouse (i.e 27).  As it turned out we did not, a small number of really silly answers by all of us on the table at one stage or other sufficient to ensure defeat.

But the music rounds were cleverly put together combining questions which required tables to identify songs and artists based on a single aural snippet, TV series and movie themes and the next line to a song.  However, I soon realised there is a very big problem when one does not have children and goes to a primary school trivia night and faces music questions.  It is that what is meant by music is what the children at said school would play at home, to the torment of their parents.  Fortunately other friends of mine at the table are parents sufficiently versed (or should that read traumatised?) to handle these auto-tuned songs and artists.

As a music freak, there is one aspect of trivia nights that has the potential to enrage my inner pedant. It is the lazily phrased question or answer and there was one example of this.  During one of the music rounds a snippet of The Who’s Pinball Wizard was played.  Now this being a trivia night I immediately sensed a trap.  I cautioned my table not to answer “Tommy”.  Tommy was not the official name of the musical.  If my memory was correct, the answer should be “Tommy The Musical”, it being chosen to distinguish it from The Who’s original album.  When the quiz master stated that the answer was Tommy, I was livid.  (Fortunately, our table’s answer of Tommy The Musical was accepted.) At the next break I protested but was overruled.  Let’s face it, if I was the quiz master I’d resent anyone saying to me that I’m incorrect.  And, in fact, he was right.  I was incorrect.  When I sought solace in my pedantry on returning home, I discovered that the correct title of the musical version was “The Who’s Tommy”.  The pedant in me then declared it a 0-0 draw.

Fortunately, by this time I was too tired to care too much more after the long drive home, the late hour, the extended gut and the in car soothing sounds of what is probably the most commercially successful album of the last few years;

(#  438) Adele – 21 (2011)

This album has been such a juggernaut that any praise or criticism seems unnecessary.  Whilst Adele has quite the most magnificent voice, I think the person who deserves at least as much praise is whoever’s responsible for the track sequencing.  Rolling In The Deep provides the memorable opener and Someone Like You its brilliant closer.  The next best tracks are the two penultimate ones, One And Only and Lovesong, the former a superb piano and vocal exercise, the latter full of true heartfelt emotion.  The bulk of the remaining songs are full of professional polish but are effectively no different to that produced by any of the world’s premier cabaret artists.

After a restful sleep, I awake on Sunday feeling not at all hungry.  “M” feels the same and all we have for breakfast is coffee.  Feeling more than a little zombiefied, I find the perfect album as I catch up what the world had been up to whilst I’d been gorging and sleeping;

(# 439) The Warlocks – Heavy Deavy Skull Lover (2007)

The Warlocks are an American psychedelic/stoner/shoegazing type act that has released a number of fine albums over that last 10 years or so. Their approach is neatly encapsulated in Moving Mountains, an eleven minute slab of sound that continues to build promisingly and, yet by its end, keeps you wondering just how much more longer the band could have kept it going.  So Paranoid and the remaining tracks see the band expanding its sound to take in the type of drone rock favoured by the likes of Spiritualised. 

From there the weekend became fairly predictable, especially the Bulldogs' 34 point loss to Collingwood.  A very light lunch. A very light dinner. A very early night.  And plenty of trips to the toilet.