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Issue 16 - October 1973 |
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ZAPPA This is his most 'commercial' album since HOT RATS even though the two are miles apart. It's a nine piece this time - some old faces (Underwood, Duke, Ponty, Marquez) and some new (Ruth Underwood, Ralph Humphrey, Bruce and Tom Fowler) and the combination is the best he's had since the good old days of Black and Preston et al. The first three tracks could be monster top twenty singles if they were played on the radio - and sure they are the most immediate ones but on the longer tracks there are solos that are bitches of delight. And those nifty vocals on Montana - Son of Uncle Meat? And it's all topped off with a spiffing production. The last line of the last song just about sums it all up: YIPPY-TY-O-AY. Reject this at your peril ... so there! LARRY CORYELL PARIS SESSIONS This record is very different to anything Joe has ever produced before. He's been thru a lot of changes since '67. From acid to solo protest songs to the poems of Robert Service and now to something else that is typical of its time. The main thing running thru this record is 'liberation'. The songs 'Sexist Pig' and 'Coulene Anne' illustrate this in the sexual sense while 'Zombies in a House of Madness' in a 'political' R D Laingish way. Out of the five members of the band three are women which means that he's putting it into practice. One of them is Dorothy Moscowitz who used to be in 'The United States of America' while the other two, as well as the other man in the band, don't ring any bells. Enough to say that it's a fine collection of people and songs, with a lot of good humour, that's given Country Joe his best album since the early days of the Fish. THE ALLMAN BROTHRES BAND Gathered together in a room we placed six relatively sane human beings of varying sexes and put on the album. When it finished each wrote one sentence on their reaction to it. (It must be how democracy was discovered.) Anyway here are the six offerings: Just like a Hunt Emerson comic, smily suns, melancholy moons, geet manky comets, blue velvet skies, paisley horses tied up at hitching rails made of Cadburys flake, music to destroy brain cells to. This is a chain album ... if you don't send out 10,000 copies you will get 50 fleas a day. Depends on state of mind, right now it's fresh, scintillating and lerridious!!! Nice n' easy, Duane's dead but dickey trucks on, the piano's nice as well, an' das a fact. Eh! Er ... I haven't been listening to it. Definitely a very nice album from a band who are / should be rated in the same class as 'The Dead' and 'Airplane'. ERIC CLAPTON'S RAINBOW CONCERT 'Badge', of course features Eric Clapton's amazing lead pumped forward by Grech's bass and Capaldi and Kerstein's throbbing drums. This 'Badge' certainly adds to any studio recording produced of this number. 'Roll it over' - and everybody's having a good time. It's the nice thing about live albums just relax, shut your eyes (not if you're writing) and there's all those bombed people and nice sounds rotating in your head. Anyway, 'Roll it over' certainly isn't one of the album's better tracks as it never really seems to break away from its basic format. A very Trafficky / Blind Faith number due more than anything to Winwood's almost distinctive wailing voice. This track tends to lose itself a little and a sigh of relief accompanies Townsend's definite closing chords. Side 2 opens with 'Pearly Queen' again with Winwood vocals tending to be lost against the dense percussion and rhythm section meandering on until again the sigh as Townsend blast picks up a roll from the drums and it's finished. (Some of you may like to disagree - please do.) 'After Midnight' - Townsend laced with Clapton backed by explosive drumming (imagine that - you can't, oh shit!). Yeah, I bet this lot had a good time, before and probably well after midnight. Production team note - I mean you might have turned Eric up a bit or something, the poor lad seems a bit lost behind the rhythm and percussion again. Now here's me fave, Townsend in his element smashing out the chords while Clapton wanders into beautiful solos which shakes loose the wax from the dark holes in the side of your head. MAGNA CARTA |