Showing posts with label Reviews. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Reviews. Show all posts

Monday, October 4, 2010

The Listen-Grand Funk

Grand Funk Railroad
Grand Funk (1969)
gripped at:
Antone's, 9*30*10


I  have maybe never hard an album that fucked around less. Except some punk albums, probably, and black metal and noise and stuff. But for classic rock? Forget about it. There are enough guitar solos for at least two or three albums on here, and just as many cool riffs, but no time is wasted. Everything here is direct and huge. This is why they called these kinds of bands power trios. Incredible, absurd stuff.

Remember when you were like 14 and first heard about the MC5 and heard the phrase "kick out the jams mother fucker" and expected them to be the most blazin', powerful band on the planet earth? Their reputation implied burning amplifiers cranking out an endless guitar solo, but then you found out it wasn't their sound that caused that riot. Anyway, this album is what you expected the MC5 to be. Or it was for me anyway. It really IS that pure distilled rock essence that you always hoped was out there. But you don't hear a lot of Grand Funk out in the wild. This (earlier) shit is way too heavy for radio, but way too cool for your friends in high school (and probably college) to listen to. There is a reason your dad has these records. 

The bass is what really sets this thing off. That incredible low end attack. It grooves, but is way too heavy to be groovy.  Mel Schacher doesn't need twelve Sunn stacks and a cloak to unleash the beast. It's all there in his monolithic bass, sunglasses and polka dot shirt on the cover. Bass was invented for this guy to slay, and they wisely thrust it out front in the mix. Why couldn't Phil Lynott get this treatment? Nothing can touch the bass work on this album. 

That said, I don't think the guitars are loud enough on this thing. Mark Farner tears the fretboard up (in the best, sort-of-clownish way), but it could use more punch in the mix. I guess it's kind of like how when you're a kid playing with an equalizer (which is on your Wal-Mart stereo for some reason), and they all sound good so you turn them all up all the way. The people making this record were probably smart enough to know you can't put everything at the top of the mix. But my ears are excitable enough to know that I want it all up there. I probably need to get the live album. 

The band is dynamic, but this album doesn't have a lot of dynamics. It doesn't need to. This has that same energy as hardcore. On every song they do as much as they can as hard as they can for exactly as long as they need to and then they get out. The only real shift during the whole album (and I mean that, really. The album is 0 to 60 in about 3 seconds) comes on the third song, High Falootin' Woman, which is the same thing but bloozey. It's not as good as the other songs, but the album would probably collapse under its own weight without it. 

Fave track honors probably go to Paranoid, which is nothing like the Sabbath song which would come in a cuple years, but is just as killer. It gets everything right in a mighty way. The solos kill, the bass is all there. It has some cool guitar effects. It's hard to say what sets it apart, but I knew it when I heard it.

In Need, the (ridiculous) closer of Side 1, by far has the best drums on here. There is cool syncopation in that metal way, and I think a little double kick. The drums are solid on the whole album, but sound really inspired here. I wish they were like that on the whole album. Louder drums, louder guitar. The album would explode under that pressure. It comes pretty close, anyway, and in that it is amazing. Totally, totally recommended. Better than I expected, and I was expecting good things. 

How I went through this all without saying "choogle" is beyond me. Cuz that's what it does, and hard.



Below are the notes I made while playing the album.

Friday, January 1, 2010

Beach Boys Cover Review: The Beach Boys' Christmas Album (1964)

I'll admit I'm kind of late getting this review out there, but let's use it as a chance to reflect on the time time which was. It's The Beach Boys' Christmas Album! This one is goofy and wonderful, and you'd have to be a Mr. Potter to not love it.

There is nothing not to love about a silly picture of our heroes decorating a Christmas tree. This is the kind of thing that set these guys apart from the Beatles. They would only do something this wholly silly if it was some Butcher Cover protest. The rest of the time they were either mugging like little kids or, with time, looking all serious at the camera. Either way, they were taking themselves pretty seriously. Not our boys. They probably love Christmas. Everybody loves Christmas. Let's decorate a tree!

Of course Dennis is stretching out to top the tree, of course Carl is sort of looking a way keeping to himself. All of the standard Beach Boys personas are showing through here in a pretty fun way. Besides that, I should use this space to point out some foreshadowing. Note the appearance of what looks an awful lot like a couple of the sweaters which will appear next on Beach Boys Today. The sweaters are even less diversified here, but these covers were never about attention to detail, really. Also, perhaps most significantly, note the first use of the Green/Yellow color scheme which will come to define the cover of Pet Sounds. Was there a grand Beach Boys cover master plan??

Of course not, but it's fun to notice, and helps it fit nicely in the cover canon.

Finally, note the proper use of apostrophe in the title. You have to give props to that. It was a 1964 Christmas album cover, who is going to call them out if they don't do it? Nobody. But somebody in the art department had the presence of mind to put a little bit of care into this.

This one gets a point for every original song on the album. Minus one. Kids, that's a 4 out of 5, or an Al Jardine on the Beach Boys Beards scale. Merry late Xmas!

Tuesday, December 8, 2009

Beach Boys Cover Reviews: All Summer Long (1964)

As James Joyce famously wrote, "Yes". Yes yes yes yes yes. Here it is, the first great Beach Boys album cover. Jazz labels had been doing great covers for over a decade--why did it take Capitol so long to get going? Whatever the reason, I'm just glad they got there. This one is a home run.

Monday, December 7, 2009

Beach Boys Cover Review: Shut Down, Vol. 2 (1964)



Look at Al Jardine's smilin' mug. Way to make the cover, Al! Both more and less goofy lookin' than David Marks (probably because he wasn't fifteen years old), will his first cover appearance alter the score of Shut Down, Vol. 2?

Tuesday, December 1, 2009

Beach Boys Cover Reviews: Surfer Girl (1963)

There is an obvious mark against 1963's Surfer Girl album cover: This is just another photo from the cover shoot for Surfin' Safari. So it gets no points for originality. It does feature an image of the band themselves, which is a step up from Surfin' USA, but in this one they look like a bunch of dorks, whereas only a couple of them looked like huge dorks on Surfin' Safari. So Surfer Girl is kind of a toss up.

Beach Beards


Here is a quick explanation of the Beach Boys Beards scale. I am officially using this photo of bearded Beach Boys, as it seems representative of each beard's respective life cycle. Also, it's convenient that they are all together, even Brian (though there exist worse photos of bearded Brian).

Here are the explanations of the specific ratings.

1. Brain Wison-This one is just rough. The other Beach Boys (barring maybe Dennis, who was naturally cool) grew beards to look hip and with the times, and managed to do so with some level of success. Brain grew his beard because he was too detached from the world to even shave any more. His beard is a portrait of defeat, and is sad for me to look at. Obviously, that is the bottom of the scale.

Sunday, November 29, 2009

Beach Boys Cover Reviews: Surfin' Safari (1962)

The Beach Boys are, without question, one of my favorite bands. Their story is complex, unpredictable, and ultimately tragic, and it represents almost everything quintessential about mainstream rock music.

But who wants to hear about that? I do, but I'd rather talk about their album covers instead. So, over the next while, I am going to review each of their album covers in chronological order, on a scale of 1 to 5 (or possibly some ratings system based on the [core five] members' beards, from 1 [Brian Wilson] to 5 [Carl Wilson]). So, let's start with the 1962 debut, Surfin' Safari.