1978: Eno, Moebius & Roedelius - After The Heat
The second collaboration between Brian Eno and Cluster (here credited as constituents Hans Joachim Roedelius and Dieter Moebius) arrived only a year after the trio’s first collaboration, Cluster & Eno. By the time of their first meeting, Eno had released his first proper ambient album, Discreet Music, as well as a handful of pioneering pop records. Cluster had steadily moved away from the free-form ambient style marking their debut, Cluster ’71, to the slowly shifting, pulsating krautrock on landmark releases Zuckerzeit and Musik Von Harmonia (with Neu!’s Michael Rother). After hearing these releases, Brian Eno was eager to collaborate with Moebius and Roedelius.
Although krautrock legend Conny Plank co-produced After The Heat with the artists, Eno seems to have had the biggest impact on its creation. Even more so than its predecessor, the album essentially sounds like a Brian Eno solo record. Considering the personnel order, the prevalent atmospheres and textures, and even the almost entirely English tracklist (compared to the mostly German Cluster & Eno), it’s hard to imagine Moebius and Roedelius adding much to the proceedings. There are hints of motorik repetition in the static bass lines of “Oil” and the pulsing piano of “Tzima N’ark” (a track featuring fellow krautrock luminary and Can bassist Holger Czukay), but Eno’s ideas most often take the spotlight.
The evidence abounds. The lush synths of “Old Land” recall Another Green World, and the bass line's major fourths and fifths in “Foreign Affairs” seem due in part to Eno’s obsession with tribal and “world” music, materializing in more realized form in his first collaboration with David Byrne. “The Belldog” also sounds like another Eno solo track, while “T’Zima N’ark” even includes a reversed vocal track from Before and After Science. More than anything else, though, Eno's vocals on After the Heat’s final three tracks cement his lasting mark on the album.
Although certainly progressive at its time, some unfortunate sonic choices -- the artificial wind sound and synthesized strings of “Base & Apex” -- betray After the Heat's era, making it sound rather dated. It’s an album worth investigating, though, as it shows Eno at a transitional point in his musical career. References to the past abound, but there are several hints at future endeavors (“The Shade,” in particular, sounds similar to the successive Ambient 2, a collaboration with pianist Harold Budd). While Heat is a solid entry in Eno’s expansive catalogue, it’s surprising these three innovators didn’t challenge each other more.
1. Oil
2. Foreign Affairs
3. Luftschloß
4. The Shade
5. Old Land
6. Base & Apex
7. Light Arms
8. Broken Head
9. The Belldog
10. Tzima N'arki
1997: Camp Lo - Uptown Saturday Night
Hip-hop is forward-looking by design. While rappers constantly utilize samples culled from obscure 1970s soul classics, mainstream rap rarely features dudes spitting hot, nostalgic verses. Since its inception, hip-hop has been all about the here and now, about current status and living in the interminable moment. Apparently Camp Lo never got the memo. On Uptown Saturday Night -- a nostalgia-laced record right down to the Cosby-movie-cribbing title -- Lo members Geechi Suede and Sonny Cheeba succeed at using the past to further a clear, cool musical statement; for the same reason, however, they sometimes fall oddly flat.
Uptown was released in 1997, around the time that Wu-Tang Forever came out and jokers like Mace and Puff Daddy ruled the hip-hop airwaves; Camp Lo fell somewhere in-between. Although labels like No Limit put out some grit, most of the harder gangsta rap had yet to become truly mainstream. It was the perfect time for a record like Uptown, with its near total lack of profanity and softish, inoffensive sound. It's not surprising that "Coolie High" became a radio hit, with its Janet Jackson sample and sexxxy-smooth lyrics; of course, as is often the case, it's one of the album's weakest songs. Much more successful are jams like "Swing," which revels in hard knocks and delivers a few funny, pithy lines -- like the one about "Forrest Gump niggas with shades and S-curls" -- over a strong, shuffling beat.
About the beats: Uptown's biggest strength is undoubtedly its production. Ski, hot off his work on Jay-Z's stellar breakout Reasonable Doubt, provides the backing tracks for all but one song, and the results are mostly extraordinary. The songs, like those on Doubt, are fluid and organic, though a bit more staccato, a bit more concise. "Krystal Karrington" opens the record with a terse, booming bass line that evokes a sort of tension unfortunately absent on the rest of the record -- an edgy red herring on an otherwise laid-back record.
The rest of Uptown is staunchly focused in its nostalgia -- nearly every sample used here originated sometime between 1970 and 1980. Even the record's cover is a visual homage to a painting portrayed on a Marvin Gaye album jacket and in the opening credits to Good Times. When it comes to time and place, Camp Lo ain't messing around.
The lyrics follow suit. Much of the time, they deliver the sort of nonsensical word associations one might expect to read in George Clinton's personal diary. Lines like "Above the aquapool/ Hovercrafts teleport my lubricant/ Golden axe, who's the drunken monk/ Uno delegate" pepper the album, and although their weirdness threatens to drag some songs down, Suede and Cheeba's unique tone and rapid-fire delivery somehow keep them afloat. At times it's as if the pair care more about the actual sound of their lyrics than the ideas behind them. In this respect, one could draw the line to The Beats, although Cheeba and Suede might remain dubious about the comparison. It is clear their allegiance lies a decade or two later, with Clinton, Sly Stone, and the other weirdo funksters of the 70s.
Their insistence on remaining committed to such a narrow musical framework ultimately keeps Uptown Saturday Night from reaching true classic status. While the album is mainly creative and enjoyable, it suffers from an over-utilization of the same old musical and lyrical clichés. Thus, Camp Lo's experiment in time and place becomes somewhat self-defeating: what initially seemed like something fresh and different becomes dangerously close to self-parody by the end of the record. That Cheeba and Suede would go on to guest on Will Smith's Big Willie Style is entirely beside the point, but it belies another limitation of Uptown, which is its general mildness. On the other hand, in a famously fast and forward-looking genre, sometimes a time machine is a wonderful thing to have.
1. Krystal Karrington
2. Luchini AKA This is It
3. Park Joint
4. B-Side to Hollywood
5. Killin' Em Softly
6. Sparkle
7. Black Connection
8. Swing
9. Rockin' It AKA Spanish Harlem
10. Say Word
11. Negro League
12. Nicky Barnes AKA It's Alright
13. Black Nostaljack AKA Come On
14. Coolie High
15. Sparkle [Mr. Midnight Mix]
1998: Ben Folds Five - Naked Baby Photos
Ah, record label cash-ins. They’re a time-honored tradition in the music industry, from the American Beatles releases in the 60s to the “Special Edition” of Sarah McLachlan’s Fumbling Towards Ecstasy that your mom bought at Best Buy yesterday. They were an especially big deal in the 90s, when major labels were snatching up “alternative” bands from smaller labels, leaving indies with vaults full of radio sessions and unwanted outtakes.
Case in point: Ben Folds Five, who put out one LP on Caroline Records before jumping ship to Sony for two more. We don’t know for certain that cashing in was Caroline’s motive, but consider the chronology: Naked Baby Photos came out less than a year after Ben Folds Five’s Sony debut, Whatever And Ever Amen, which went platinum. Hmmmm.
To be fair, however, Naked Baby Photos was apparently done with the band’s involvement, since Folds’ comments grace the album’s liner notes. And to give credit where it’s due, this is a pretty damn good cash-in album. Of course, there are tossed-off songs that are interesting only for showing the band’s personality, but many of the live performances and B-sides are worthy additions to the band’s canon.
Leadoff track “Eddie Walker” -- which Folds notes was “the first song to click in rehearsal” -- is a charming picture of the young band. It contains all the trademarks of the Ben Folds Five sound: the quiet introduction, the dramatic build, the distorted bass freakout. The melody, too, is quintessential Folds, fit for a Broadway musical or vintage Elton John album. Other studio highlights include “Emaline” (which would later resurface on Ben Folds Live), a rare Ben Folds Five song to feature guitar; the 7-inch version of “Jackson Cannery” that convinced Caroline to sign the band; the goofy “Tom & Mary,” which foreshadows songs like “Sports & Wine” and “Kate.”
Live and alternate versions of fan favorites are also included here, and they work well enough: the KCRW rendition of “Alice Childress” (which Folds notes was the terrified band’s first radio performance); a live version of the pitch-perfect 90s “non-conformity” parody “Underground” (“Hand me my nose ring. Show me the mosh pit.”); and live takes of “Philosophy” and “Boxing,” both highlights of the band’s first album. The album's real gem, however, is the live cover of Built To Spill’s “Twin Falls,” a song that unexpectedly lends itself to a piano trio. “This song is beautiful and at the time we’d have been happy to be a Built To Spill cover band,” notes Folds in the liner notes.
Where the compilation falters is in the band’s wacky antics, such as the white-guys-rapping “For Those Of Y’all Who Wear Fanny Packs,” which doesn’t hold up after repeated listens, especially given its six-minute runtime. Likewise, the live metal parody “Ultimate Sacrifice” falls embarrassingly flat. (Though its sibling, “Satan Is My Master,” works because it’s a piano ballad with “Satan” in the title. That whole “fine line between clever and stupid” thing? So true.)
So what lesson can we learn here? Don’t document your hip-hop parodies if you’ve got a song like “Boxing.” There’s no need.
1. Eddie Walker
2. Jackson Cannery (original 7" version)
3. Emaline
4. Alice Childress (live on KCRW)
5. Dick Holster
6. Tom & Mary
7. For Those Of Y'All Who Wear Fanny Packs
8. Bad Idea (original demo version)
9. Underground (live)
10. The Ultimate Sacrifice (live)
11. Satan Is My Master (live)
12. Julianne (live)
13. Song For The Dumped (live)
14. Philosophy (live)
15. Twin Falls (live)
16. Boxing (live)
1989: Nirvana - Bleach [Deluxe Edition]
Nirvana is often accredited with single-handedly mainstreaming the paradoxically titled "alternative" genre, a style and attitude that would go on to define the direction of rock music for the next two decades. Between the hyperbolic praise lavished upon them by the great mass of rock dilettantes and the dismissive accusations of plagiarism from the cognoscenti, it's easy to see why Nirvana's legacy has remained so controversial in spite of almost universal popular acclaim. Twenty years after the release of their full-length debut and fifteen after Kurt Cobain's suicide, I feel like we're finally approaching a place where we can look past Nirvana as Gen X zeitgeist, Nirvana as cautionary tale for the media-age, and Nirvana as megalithic cultural phenomenon to objectively assess Nirvana as an honest-to-goodness rock band.
Bleach is often regarded as something of a footnote to Nirvana's rather spare catalogue (or more appropriately, as “the CD with ‘About a Girl’ on it”). I remember hearing it for the first time and not quite knowing how to make heads or tails of the plodding audio-sludge drooling out my speakers. The instantly memorable hooks, the cathartically explosive choruses -- both seemed completely subsumed beneath abrasive, dirge-like melodies and on-the-cheap production. Hell, the aforementioned “About a Girl” sounded like it made its way onto the record by accident. Bleach is alternately praised and criticized as being Nirvana's most authentically “grunge” album, Cobain himself claiming it was shaped under pressure from both his label and the Seattle grunge scene to play “rock music.” Looking back with the power of hindsight, however, the differences between Bleach and mega-breakthrough Nevermind feel almost cosmetic. Although heavier and rougher than its more melodic counterpart, Bleach was already steeped in the loud/quiet dynamics they so famously copped from The Pixies, and more importantly, it had some freaking great songs.
“Love Buzz” fashions a repetitive, hypnotic bass lick into the backbone of an unexpectedly sprightly rocker. The more bottom-heavy but equally energetic “Negative Creep” features one of Cobain's roughest vocal deliveries. Along with “School,” the song highlights Cobain's juvenile sense of humor, an aspect of Nirvana's music that's too often overshadowed by the tragic circumstances of his death. Great songs such as these are easy to lose, however, amid the preponderance of heavy-for-heavy's sake tracks, especially on the record's second half. And while “School” and “About a Girl” show Cobain hitting his stride as a singer, much of his vocal work lacks the pathos that characterized his later efforts.
Sub Pop's 20th anniversary remaster ups the sound quality and throws a light on some of the album's more unique moments. It also includes a previously unreleased live recording from 1990. Although not necessarily essential listening, it is a nice bonus, especially for the early version of “Sappy” (a.k.a. “Verse-Chorus-Verse,” a.k.a. “the secret track from No Alternative”).
At the end of the day, Bleach is still the weakest of the band's full-length albums, but there's enough good stuff to merit a spin. The best moments point to a band that was already straining against the Led Zepplin-meets-The Melvins aesthetic dominating the Seattle scene. And while I'm sure that the success of their sophomore album came as a shock to many, the seeds of its brilliance were here all along, waiting to be unearthed by anyone daring enough to sift through the sludge.
1. Blew
2. Floyd the Barber
3. About a Girl
4. School
5. Love Buzz
6. Paper Cuts
7. Negative Creep
8. Scoff
9. Swap Meet
10. Mr. Moustache
11. Sifting
12. Big Cheese
13. Downer
14. Intro (live)
15. School (live)
16. Floyd the Barber (live)
17. Dive (live)
18. Love Buzz (live)
19. Spank Thru (live)
20. Molly's Lips (live)
21. Sappy (live)
22. Scoff (live)
23. About a Girl (live)
24. Been a Son (live)
25. Blew (live)
1994: Dirty Three - Sad and Dangerous
At one point or another in our lives, we’ve all known what it feels like to be possessed. By anger, by sex, by that elusive thing called “the moment.” And in the case of Sad & Dangerous, we see what it’s like to be possessed by the possessed -- in this case, an improvisational trio of guys hailing from the colony of criminals and armed with a distorted fiddle and one of the most effective rhythm sections in all of indie rock. Shit, did I just call Dirty Three “effective”? Let me correct myself with something more hyperbolic and appropriate. Urgent? Gorgeously aggressive? Anyway.
Music this immediate can’t be practiced, it simply demands to be played. It is “on the spot.” It is a spirit. It is a series of moods, strung together. And it is, in fact, very, very dirty. Gritty, covered in static, played by instruments that have been artfully damaged to sound less cookie-cutter, more unidentifiable-noise. The songs are imperfect. They go from completely frantic ("Short Break") to languid and meandering ("Kim’s Dirt"). At their best, they lull you in only to leave you pummeled by the hypnotic combination of beauty and violence ("Jim’s Dog"). They undoubtedly form a debut album -- a haphazard set of building blocks -- stacked fragilely, ready to knock and be knocked over; the forms not based on any precedent, and never to be repeated again.
If my words sound rushed or tacked together, there’s a reason. This isn’t thinking music, it’s feeling music. Any attempt to analyze songs like these is surely to leave someone in a conundrum. In fact, I find myself in a bit of one now. But just stating the “what is” of this case ignores the actual core of Sad and Dangerous -- that eerie feeling that you’ve become completely possessed by some uncontrollable force beyond yourself. If it feels a little scary, a little foreign, or a little overwhelming, if you feel a little uncomfortable or outside yourself, well then, I imagine it's done it’s job quite well.
1. Kim's Dirt
2. Killy Kundane
3. Jaguar
4. Devil in the Hole
5. Jim's Dog
6. Short Break
7. Turk Reprise
8. You Were a Bum Dream
9. Warren's Waltz
10. Turk
1997: Charles Gocher - Pint Sized Spartacus
Charles Gocher’s premature death in 2007 signaled the immediate demise of Sun City Girls, the end of the trio’s mercurial 20-odd year run through the world of Bollywood covers, graveyard improvisation, sex cults, and esoterica. After all, Gocher was a honorary Bishop -- an adopted brother of Alan and Sir Richard in all but law -- so the idea of continuing without him was unthinkable. He was more than a drummer and occasional vocalist; he was an irreplaceable part of the Sun City engine, a bespectacled, sharply-dressed man forcing the methodologies of poetry and visual art between the grooves of limited-edition vinyl records. The blood brothers have since continued their respective solo careers and toured in tribute to brother Gocher, stripping down the group’s core to acoustic normality and showing Gocher’s film work in the background -- again, it seems the man’s vision was always inaccessible and dedicated regardless of medium.
Pint Sized Spartacus is Gocher’s only solo outing. Released in 1997, a year after the Girls peaked with the double-double of 330,003 Crossdressers From Beyond the Rig Veda and Dante’s Disneyland Inferno, this unfortunately scarce record happily rests as a more personal extension of the latter, an ode to odd sounds, feverish journal writing, and a fetish for telling stories from beyond. Gocher’s spoken tales are set out like an extended radio play, not unlike the anonymous vignettes scattered around the songs on Sublime Frequencies compilations, backed by a range of musicians clinically weaving together free-improv and the lightest of jazz. What resulted from the sessions is an album of wonderful, fractured indulgence -- this is a work at the deepest end of the Sun City Girls catalogue, a terrifying prospect for the well-meaning but flawed individuals who dare not dig deeper than Torch of the Mystics. Words are whispered and shrieked inches from the listener’s ear; sometimes we’re presented with singing, though only rarely. Shadowed by impressively reserved instrumentation -- flickers, creaks, plucks, beats, drones -- Gocher is in his element amidst all this chaos, weaving anecdotes of organized and unorganized crime, poetic dirges, God, unpleasantness, geography, legends, and slavery. Themes eclectic for no other reason than being a welcome option, such is the Sun City Girls philosophy.
Writing shortly after Charles’ long battle with cancer was lost, Alan Bishop stated that he’d never encountered anyone properly qualified to judge Gocher. While I’m certainly in no position to change his perspective, this record’s rich and consistently vivid literary nature makes it a pleasure to write about, though admittedly in a way that largely dodges objectivity. Pint Sized Spartacus is an album to soak in, then, not one to analyze. Its stories impact osmotically, long after you’ve stopped listening. It is a monument to the nightmares of psychiatrists and potential biographers of the vocalist, a red rag to those who threaten even a decent level of understanding. Or perhaps, when all else is ignored, it’s simply a man ranting manically over weird noises.
This is not a difficult album; it is an impossible album. Such an admission is necessary in feeling any sort of joy at all. And while those familiar with the more celebrated Sun City Girls releases will fall into this place more comfortably, the manipulation of sound and language on Pint Sized Spartacus could only be understood fully in the mind of its creator. It’s perhaps fair to assume that even those closest to Gocher at the time could never grasp it all. Twenty listens in and I find myself more lost than when I began, trapped in a concrete labyrinth crafted by a man somewhere between a shriveled beatnik and a history teacher, the light dimming around me and the walls slowly closing in. This is a record for the jaded folk around us who’re tired of being able to understand everything they’re presented with, who long for the days of childlike wonder. Occasionally clawing at nothing but thin air is more satisfying, my friend, so don’t feel frustrated. Expectations of closure are to be disregarded at the door.
1. Fanfare
2. Prologue
3. Wanting Things
4. Prodamare
5. The Debate of One Splintered Soul
6. His Evil Twin Brother Within
7. Parting the Sea of Tranquility
8. Speak Easy and Forever Hold Your Piece
9. A Constructive Illusion
10. Johnny "the Brain" Torrio: Attorney at Law
11. Dissappearing in a Sea of Unbridled Personification
12. Hymn for Kali Ma
13. Sea of Samsara
14. The Sound of One Cross Walking
15. Flying on Scissored Wings
16. Crucified at the Crossroads Between Shovel and Sky
17. Angelo & Bessie
