Wednesday 30 July 2008

Top Ten Albums: 1969

Over the life of this blog I'd like to break down and analyze each year of the album era, to give readers a more complete view of music history and at least some sense of context.  So here we begin, for no particular reason, with 1969.  

1969 has quite a reputation in the music world.  The Woodstock Music and Arts Festival became the defining event of the 60s counterculture movement, and thus you would think that '69 would be a great year for 60s albums.

However, most of the great rock bands that passed through '69 were either past their peak and entering a state of decline, or just getting started.  The Beatles were breaking up, Jimi Hendrix, Janis Joplin, and Jim Morrison were nearing their tragic deaths, the Velvet Underground were searching for a new identity without John Cale, and Sly Stone was beginning to feel the effects of the mountain of cocaine on his back.

Meanwhile, a band once humbly known as The New Yardbirds was just beginning to find its way as Led Zeppelin, a mercurial young songwriter named Nick Drake was learning how best to manipulate the recording studio, and The Rolling Stones were on the verge of breaking out of the Beatles shadow and learning how to have a dynamic, adaptive career without such brilliant guiding lights.

No, the artists that truly peaked in 1969 were not truly rock artists.  Journeyman country genius Gram Parsons was launching The Flying Burrito Brothers even higher than the Byrds, while a british songbird and a few Hawks from Canada were digging into the American soul and country experiences.  

So without further ado:
#10
The Velvet Underground by The Velvet Underground

The Velvet Underground's early sound was shaped by two things: Lou Reed's lyrics, and John Cale's avant garde musical sensibilities.  But without Cale's bass (or more importantly, his screeching viola), the VU were clever enough that they did not try to continue down the same road of distortion and noise without their navigator.  Instead, the album oscillates between early 60s-style guitar pop and slower tracks with the mellow, hazy back-room ambience implied by the cover. And in so doing, they laid yet another stone on the path that indie rock would drunkenly stumble along through the 1990s.

#9
Trout Mask Replica by Captain Beefheart and His Magic Band

When rock commentators like myself talk about "difficult" albums, we're talking about this. Seeming to capture the chaos of a bunch of amped-up druggies stumbling on instruments for the first time, this largely arhythmic, atonal double album was actually meticulously planned. But the reason that this album is so respected is because amidst the firestorm, there are solid rock songs like "Ella Guru" and "Moonlight on Vermont".  Moreover, Captain Beefheart (nee Don Van Vliet) has a twisted, psychedelic lyrical muse that is constantly amusing, at the very least.  Tracks like the spoken word "The Dust Blows Forward 'n The Dust Blows Back" and the absurd hysterics of "Pena" are hilarious, whether you think them the works of a brilliant visionary or a mad hobo.

#8
Dusty in Memphis by Dusty Springfield
Looking at the album cover, you do not expect to find the last great soul album of the 60s. Sure, it does say "Memphis", but from the beehive hair to the frilly lace dress, Dusty Springfield looks almost perfectly antithetical to the gritty, frankly emotional ethos of American Soul Music.  But there's one other thing on the cover that tells you this will be a great record: the imprint of Atlantic Records.  Atlantic A&R man Jerry Wexler had a great ear for talent and impeccable taste.  Having successfully transformed Aretha Franklin from an also-ran pop singer to the Queen of Soul, he went to work on Dusty.  With a strong batch of songs from legendary writers like Randy Newman and Carole King, Wexler let Dusty loose with one of Memphis' strongest backing bands and some lush orchestral arrangements, a sound that would be closer to Motown than Memphis if it weren't so sultry and seductive.


#7

Stand! by Sly and the Family Stone

If 60s music was largely about a utopian vision of a new "Love" age, then Sly and the Family Stone was perhaps the era's defining band. Comprised of blacks and whites, men and women, the band made uplifting music that echoed the ideas of the time.  But they were also the proud parents (along with James Brown) of a new genre called "Funk". There's a moment at the end of the title track where the song goes into a breakdown completely different from the rest of the song.  George Clinton would spin this breakdown out into a career with Parliament and Funkadelic throughout the 70s and 80s. But Stand! has other classic moments, from the explosive "I Want to Take You Higher" to the new gospel of "Everyday People". Still, tedious jams like "Don't Call Me Nigger, Whitey" and "Sex Machine" keep this album a step below Sly's great unraveling, 1971's There's a Riot Going On, the final (and perhaps most painful) drug addled nail in the coffin of 60s idealism.

#6
Let It Bleed by The Rolling Stones
For the first time in the album era, the new Stones album could not be construed as their version of the latest Beatles album. Except perhaps in the sense that both bands went back to their core strengths to close out the decade that they had shaped together. For the Stones, this means gritty, bluesy, apocalyptic rock.  From the harrowing opener "Gimme Shelter", the band possesses the swagger that is perhaps their greatest legacy. Of course, the Stones had developed a good sense of pacing, so the album is also sprinkled with slower, country flavored tracks. The best of these is the last: the slow build of "You Got the Silver" is surprisingly powerful, and it makes you wonder why Keith Richards doesn't sing more often.  Finally, the band indulge their proclivity for closing with an epic pop statement, and deliver perhaps their best such song with "You Can't Always Get What You Want".  The way that the arrangement begins with the unflinching pomposity of a choir that fades to a humble acoustic guitar with a lonely French Horn, then rebuilds to a towering chorus, is magical.  

#5

Led Zeppelin II by Led Zeppelin
From the first moments, when that freight train bass starts chugging along with the guitar on "Whole Lotta Love", you know that this record is something special.  Especially amazing since Led Zeppelin I was less than a year old when this hit the shelves.  But these guys spat in the face of the "sophomore slump", presenting what would be their defining record until 1971, when they would blow everything else out of the water.  While their first record showcased a topnotch blues-rock band, Led Zeppelin II finds the band stretching their boundaries, from the psychedelic freak-out midway through "Whole Lotta Love", to their first experiment with a folkier, more elven sound on "Ramble On".  The fact that some of the lyrics, and arguably a monster riff or two, were stolen from old blues masters can be forgiven because of the fire of the performances and the way that Zeppelin puts the ideas in a new context and gives them the grandeur that they deserve.  
#4


The Gilded Palace of Sin by The Flying Burrito Brothers
I would say that if I had to pick, country music is the genre that has had to fight hardest for artistic respect.  When the billboard charts were founded, the country chart was designed to reflect the tastes of poor, white people.  Not exactly the cultural elite.  

But country-rock fusions like this landmark record show that the genre is more than broken down pickups and broken hearts.  The searing distorted slide guitar turns opener "Christine's Tune" from a standard country song into a fascinating merger of sensibilities.  Elsewhere, the band rework classic soul tunes into country ballads, showing that a great song can work in any context.  In the reverse, "Hot Burrito #2" was later covered by noise-rock icons Dinosaur Jr, and was paid tribute in a song title by indie soundscape artists Yo La Tengo.

But what makes this album a masterpiece is the lyrical depth.  If this album has a theme, it's revealed in the final track.  "Hippie Boy" talks about a chance encounter with a young hippie and concludes that the narrator and the boy are not as different as they appear.  But Parsons puts his money where his mouth is by illustrating these similarities throughout the album. "My Uncle" is a celebration of the decidedly hippie pursuit of draft dodging, and it features some great mandolin runs by former Byrds bassist Chris Hillman.  

But the true masterpiece here is "Sin City".  Borrowing more hippie ideology by condemning corporate pollution, it also frames its argument in religious rhetoric, creating a perfect fusion of the two sensibilities.  In the original novel that inspired the film High Fidelity, the main character includes this as one of his top 5 songs of all time.  Such praise may not be as outrageous as you think.

#3

Abbey Road by The Beatles
Frank Sinatra once sang "Something" in concert.  When he did, he thanked Lennon and McCartney for writing what he thought was one of the greatest love songs of all time.  George Harrison, the song's author, was furious.  This is why Abbey Road is such a fitting farewell for this great band.  For perhaps the first time in their discography, all four members seem on nearly equal footing as songwriters.  OK, only three of them are equal here, but credit should be given to Ringo for contributing his best composition to date (or possibly his career) with "Octopus's Garden".  The point is, the band's development had reached its peak.  Having thoroughly owned the 1960s, they were ready to explore the 70s as self-sufficient individuals rather than a unified whole.  

But music, not merely biography, is what makes this album so outstanding.  While McCartney and Lennon are both overindulgent in their way, each is redeemed in due course.   The silly kitsch of "Maxwell's Silver Hammer" is augmented by some of the band's first synthesizer experiments, creating an interesting blend of old-school music-hall and futuristic, electronic textures.  John, on the other hand, takes the length and weight of proto-metal ala Iron Butterly and mixes it with the compositional minimalism of punk.  While conceptually intriguing, the 8-minute "I Want You (She's So Heavy)" is a tiring listen, as the last couple minutes feature nothing but looping riffs and filtered noise.  But then the leaden, portentous cycle abruptly stops, in mid-riff.

And the opening chords of "Here Comes the Sun" ring out of the emptiness, in one of the most perfect moments in their entire catalog.  Of course, on the original release, that's where you flipped the record over.  But the sequencing was still clever then, as this was clearly a record meant to be played in full.  The rest of Side 2 (after the harmony-rich palette cleanser "Because") is of one piece, a patchwork of half-finished character sketches stitched together so naturally, you'd think it was the plan from the start.  In their final act, The Beatles achieved the kind of cohesion that made them such a great band, even as they prepared to splinter off into the sunset.

#2

Tommy by The Who
But for the first time in the album era, The Beatles did not produce the year's biggest Grand Statement.  You see, while The Beatles were compiling a collection of loosely affiliated short stories, The Who were writing a novel.

A story about a boy who shuts down his sensory perception because of early trauma, Tommy is an amazingly rich story for a rock band, even if some elements (like the pinball obsession that produced the album's best known and most enduring track) seem forced.  The story addresses a number of weighty themes, from sexual abuse to false prophets.

It's also impressive that such a thematically unified group of songs is not simply "The Pete Townshend Show".  One of the tracks is actually a cover of an old blues tune, and both bass player John Entwistle and drummer Keith Moon contributed compositions.  

And the musical presentation fuses the high art ambition of the "rock opera" concept with the egalitarian ethos of rock and roll, striving for bigger arrangements not by bringing in full symphonies and church choirs, but by highlighting the secret talents of their own membership (mostly Entwistle's french horn playing) and building vocal harmonies with the four voices of the band.  This keeps the record grounded, but it also meant that it could easily be reproduced live without having to pay extra musicians.  This undoubtedly helped the band turn their Grand Statement, a Rock Opera about a deaf, dumb, and blind boy, into the biggest commercial windfall of their career, saving themselves from financial ruin.  Such a staggering achievement, it could only leave the rest of the world to wonder about The Who's Next.

#1

The Band by The Band
Along with The Gilded Palace of Sin, The Band helped to elevate country music within the rock sphere.  If you indulge me for a small mental excursion back to the SAT prep days, The Band:Sgt. Pepper as Yankee Hotel Foxtrot:OK Computer.  The Band takes the exploratory spirit, if not at the same intensity, as Sgt. Pepper and applies it to the more rigid, traditionalist genre of country music.

To call The Band psychedelic may be misleading, but the diversity of sound is impressive.  "Up on Cripple Creek" moves between a more traditional chorus with a soaring organ line and funky verses with a heavily filtered bass line.  "Rag Mama Rag" is a party with a bold fiddle line played by a full violin section, with an energetic tuba filling in the low end.  

But The Band were always best when delving into the rural American experience, even though five of the six members are Canadian.  The album closer is a perfect example, the tale of a poor farmer dealing with the trials and tribulations of unionization after a horrendous year that has left him at wit's end.  Musically, the track has a solid R&B groove that jumps to a passionate gallop as the protagonists desperation spikes at the end of each verse.

But the finest track is the album's big hit single, "The Night They Drove Ol' Dixie Down". A Civil War tale from the perspective of a hard-luck southerner, the song achieves an amazing feat by getting you to truly feel for this man on the wrong side of such an important war.  Perhaps it takes a Canadian to remind us that the confederates were not just backward, bigoted trolls, but real people who were watching their entire world crumble before their eyes.

Wednesday 16 July 2008

New Name: A Sign O' the Times

Some of you may notice that the url of this blog did not match the original title.  Somebody who hasn't posted anything since '03 is still holding the leftofthedial.blogspot.com url, so I dropped the f.  He's from Portland, so I'll give him a break.

My decision for url has turned rather fortuitous, as I can now ascribe meaning to it that I can in the future pretend to have intended from the beginning.  You see, the most famous instance of replacing "of" with O' in the rock universe is Prince's landmark double LP Sign O' the Times. This is significant for two reasons:

1. Like The Replacements, the band from whom the "Left of the Dial" part was derived, Prince is from Minneapolis, MN, and released his best music starting in 1984.
2. It symbolically represents a fusion of tastes for both the pop and the underground.  

While I'm certainly not the mainstream radio type (especially since about 1998), I'm not such a cultural snob that I would pretend that Meat Puppets II, Double Nickels on the Dime, Zen Arcade, and Let It Be were the only great albums to come out in 1984. Born in the USA, 1984, and Purple Rain were there too.  It's just that they had hit singles.

So that is the kind of sensibility I hope to bring in this blog.  I will trumpet underground gods like The Meat Puppets, The Minutemen, Husker Du, and the Replacements, who you probably don't know but should, but I will give Springsteen, Van Halen, and Prince their due.  The bottom line is that I don't believe that there is a correlation between popularity and artistic merit in either direction.  It's just as true that 50,000,000 Elvis fans can't be wrong as it is that 50,000 Fall fans can't be wrong.  

Just don't ask me to watch Purple Rain: The Movie.  I can only go so far.

Monday 14 July 2008

The Fourth Led Zeppelin Album

In my opinion, the second greatest album of all time.  The timeless album to which such classics as "Black Dog", "Rock and Roll", and "Stairway to Heaven" owe their existence.  An album so great, in fact, that 5 of its 8 songs were selected for one of their most popular greatest hits collections.

But there's something else interesting about this album.  It has no official title.  At no place on the album sleeve is the name of the album or even the band mentioned.  Of course, we know this is a Led Zeppelin album.  But the question remains, which Led Zeppelin album?

The only writing on the album is four runes pictured below.  Each of these runes was chosen by a band member to represent himself.  The first, chosen by Jimmy Page, resembles the word Zoso, so sometimes the album is referred to by this name.  It's also been called "Four Runes".


It also directly followed the album officially titled Led Zeppelin III, so "Led Zeppelin IV" is also a commonly used name.  This makes sense, since all of their prior albums were titled in such a fashion.  But it would be the last such album, as Houses of the Holy and Physical Graffiti followed.

The most satisfying title, then, is Untitled.  High concept progressive rock at its finest.

Thursday 10 July 2008

2008: A Midyear Report

We're 6 months in to 2008 now, so here are five albums that I think you will want to know by the time we get to "Year-End List" season.  Most of these will probably get overlooked by the Grammys, but don't be surprised to find most of these on the December Top 10 list of your favorite music publication.     

The "Ghostly, Acoustic" Album of the Year

For Emma, Forever Ago by Bon Iver

Bon Iver's debut is a spectacular mix of acoustic guitars, adventurous production, enigmatic lyrics, and tight vocal arrangements.  The tone and structure of the album reminds me of Antony and the Johnson's I am a Bird Now, but the vocal style reminds me of a far different modern masterpiece: TV on the Radio's Return to Cookie Mountain.  This influence is also brought to bear in the little flirtations with electronics and pure sound that creep up and add depth to the album's production.  I may not understand any of the lyrics, but much like an early R.E.M. album, the words themselves are hard to make out by just listening anyway.  But music has enough emotional power that the words don't even matter, the voices become just another instrument in the magical mix of the music.  If I had to pick right now, this would be album of the year.  Absolutely beautiful.   

The "Unbelievable on the First Listen, Pretty Stale by the Tenth" Album of the Year
 Feed the Animals by Girl Talk

Mash-Up albums are one of those post-Hip Hop oddities that are difficult to judge artistically. They are almost all derived from DJ Shadow's landmark Endtroducing... the first album to contain only sampled sounds.  Part of what made that record so successful critically was that the samples he took were from old soul records nobody remembered.  Taking sounds nobody cared about before and making them exciting takes a great ear and real talent.  With Feed the Animals, it's a different story.  These are some of the most recognizable songs from all different eras and genres.  The Velvet Underground, Jimi Hendrix, Kelly Clarkson, Lil' Wayne, Nirvana, Radiohead, and "Jessie's Girl" all poke their heads out of the frenetic, unpredictable flow of this album.  As a result, the first time you hear it, the random blitzkrieg of songs is stunning. However, upon further inspection, you realize that speeding up "The Weight" so that Levon Helm sounds like Alvin of the chipmunks cheapens what for many people is a very emotional song.  Similarly defiled classics include "God Only Knows" and "The Message".  While some of the combinations of verse with background are inspired, like the way that the cadence of the opening verse lines up with the bass from "Gimme Some Lovin'", but more often than not, there is no evident method to the madness, and what you're left with is the hip-hop equivalent of a great bar band with an identity crisis.   

The "Brian Wilson Meets Nick Drake on the Farm" Album of the Year

Fleet Foxes by Fleet Foxes

With an emphasis on big vocal harmonies and lush arrangements, this album proudly bares the influence of Beach Boys' mastermind Brian Wilson.  But there hasn't been an album this joyful with lyrics so dark since Nick Drake's dying masterpiece, Pink Moon. "White Winter Hymnal" perfectly exemplifies this dichotomy because, like most of the tracks on Pink Moon, the lyrics are terse but evocatively tragic; meanwhile, the voices move almost as if in a jubilant round, like a playground sing-a-long.  As a result, the album can suit a variety of moods and deliver on multiple levels.

The "Summer on the Quad at Columbia" Album of the Year

Vampire Weekend by Vampire Weekend

I swear this is not a joke.  The best album of effervescent, sunshine pop for this summer was made by five sweater-vest wearing Ivy Leaguers called Vampire Weekend.  The album recalls Paul Simon's afro-pop masterpiece Graceland, but also mixes in elements of Western chamber music.  They even brought a string quartet to their SNL appearance earlier this year.  And the quirky lyrics, dealing with everything from random bus rides to the veracity of rapper Lil' John, are just the perfect level of nonsensical for when you're sitting on the grass, soaking in the sun.

The "OMG!  That Dinosaur Skeleton Just Ate Fall Out Boy!" Album of the Year   

Accelerate by R.E.M.

If I told Peter Buck in 1983 that R.E.M. would make the most dynamic and thrilling mainstream rock album of 2008, he would have slapped me upside the head faster than you can say Murmur.  But R.E.M. have taken a rather serpentine career path.  Just when many were ready to put their career to rest, they return with their most assured, propulsive set since Bill Berry's departure from the drum stool.  R.E.M. have finally woken from their slumber Around the Sun and remembered what it takes to be a great rock band.  Fortunately, they decided to Document it so that the rest of the world can remember, too.    

Five Others to Think About (expect some more verbiage on the subject later):   

The "This Guy Must Write Songs Like He Breathes" Album of the Year 
The Age of the Understatement by The Last Shadow Puppets

The "Small Sounding Guitars and Banjos" Album of the Year 
Visiter by The Dodos   

The "You Mean These Guys Are Still Alive?" Album of the Year 
Boo! by Was (Not Was)  

The "Brian Eno Makes Every Band Better" Album of the Year 
Viva La Vida or Death and All His Friends by Coldplay   

The "Seriously, You're Going to Love It When It Come Out" Album of the Year 
This is a Concept Album by Big Roy and the Twigs

Wednesday 9 July 2008

Picking Up the Pace: "Child's Christmas in Wales"

Hello World, 

I haven't posted in a while.  I haven't had time to truly plumb the depths of an album to the necessary degree to craft something suitable, but don't worry it's coming.  In the meantime, here's a bit of travelogue for you.

It wasn't exactly a "Child's Christmas in Wales", having been June and with me no longer classified as a child, but who doesn't want a needless and frankly inaccurate John Cale reference whenever they can get it?

But really, it kind of was.  Because I don't know about you, but nothing makes me feel like a kid in a candy store like getting the opportunity to shop at the Guinness certified World's Oldest Record Store.



Spillers Records started selling sheet music in the 1894, and have been selling whatever form of musical stimulation the common people have consumed in all subsequent eras.  Today, they continue to sell CDs and LPs, including a nice little local artists section.

The local artists section was handy because I can't really tell you much about the history of Welsh music.  I know that Super Furry Animals are Welsh, but I can't really tell you much about them.  A nice modern power-pop band, but I haven't really listened to them.

I picked up homemade EPs by Hornby Pylons and Little My, just because they were cheap.  I also bought Executive Timber by Yellostone because it was recommended by the sign on the wall and it sounded good at the listening station.  I haven't explored them much since, but I will give you detailed thoughts later.  Not that they'll be easy for anybody on this continent to track down anyway.

Overall, not the greatest record store in the world by any stretch, they were a tad pricey for your everyday purchases and didn't have an extensive collection of obscure rarities, but definitely a worthwhile stop if you're ever in Cardiff.  

Still rocking Rings Around the World,

Roy Matsunaga