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1970s Reviews

The Modern Lovers Jonathan Richman

This page collects album reviews for artists who don’t don’t have enough good records for their own page, or who I think are worth covering but don’t want to devote a whole page to.

The following 1970s artists already have their own dedicated pages:

Big Star
David Bowie
Vashti Bunyan
John Cale
Crosby, Stills & Nash
Nick Drake
Brian Eno
Fleetwood Mac
Genesis
King Crimson
Led Zeppelin
Joni Mitchell
Van Morrison
Gram Parsons
Queen
Roxy Music
Todd Rundgren
Paul Simon
Split Enz
Bruce Springsteen
James Taylor
Richard and Linda Thompson
Townes Van Zandt
Tom Waits
Jimmy Webb
Bill Withers
Stevie Wonder
Yes
Neil Young

Gold: Greatest Hits – ABBA

ABBA Gold1992, 7.5/10
While Sweden’s ABBA became exemplary pop artisans in the second half of their career, it certainly took them a while to get to the level of ‘Knowing Me Knowing You’, ‘Dancing Queen’ and ‘The Name Of The Game’. I have the Australasian version of Gold, which exacerbates the difference in quality between their early and late careers (1976’s Arrival was essentially their artistic breakthrough) by including three extra early tracks, ‘Ring Ring’, ‘I Do, I Do, I Do, I Do, I Do’, and ‘Rock Me’, at the expense of their more accomplished later work. When Benny Anderson and Bjorn Ulvaeus started to write more sophisticated arrangements and lovely harmonies, they produced some of the most enduring pop music of the 1970s. There’s a trajectory from the unmitigated ecstasy of ‘Dancing Queen’ and ‘Waterloo’, through the bittersweet nature of ‘The Name of the Game’ and ‘Knowing Me, Knowing You’, to the post-relationship analysis of ‘One of Us’ and ‘The Winner Takes It All.’

There are lots of spectacular highlights: the beautiful ‘The Name Of The Game’, with a nice subtle horn part, has a stripped down arrangement that never becomes overbearing, ‘Take A Chance On Me’ has a wonderfully creative a capella introduction, ‘Dancing Queen’ is infectiously fun, while ‘The Winner Takes It All’ is a heart rending ballad. Unfortunately, for every gem there’s a song that’s eminently skippable; ‘Money, Money, Money’, ‘Ring Ring’ and ‘I Do, I Do, I Do, I Do, I Do’ are all repetitive and grating, while the Benny fronted ‘Rock Me’ and ‘Does Your Mother Know’ are ultimately disposable. I’m sure there’s more than one album’s worth of terrific ABBA songs waiting to be compiled, and I should check out some of their later records some time. As it stands, the Australasian edition of Gold is extremely uneven, with some of the best pop music ever made and some of the most irritating.

Let There Be Rock – AC/DC

AC/DC Let There Be Rock1977, 7.5/10
Usually I’m stringent about listening to albums many times before rating and reviewing them, but I’m on a long haul flight with a limited selection of albums and a lot of spare time. And if there’s a candidate for a band whose albums are decipherable after a handful of listens, it’s Australian hard-rock titans AC/DC. The band have a great sound, based around Malcolm Young’s bluesy riffing, Bon Scott’s wail, and Phil Rudd’s simple, driving beats. They milk the sound for the entirety of Let There Be Rock, and dropping the guitars on the verse of the title track is as far as they venture from it.

This makes AC/DC a difficult proposition to sit through on a bad day; when they don’t have a memorable vocal hook or guitar riff to build around, like ‘Dog Eat Dog’ they’re monotonous. But there’s strong material on Let There Be Rock; ‘Go Down’ is a strong opener while ‘Bad Boy Boogie’ rocks, while the introspective decadence of the lyrics varies from their standard rock and roll braggadocio. ‘Problem Child’ is an archetypal AC/DC song that they’ve probably written dozens of times, but it’s still a blast.

I’d never heard an AC/DC album before two runs through Let There Be Rock, but it’s exactly what I was expecting – fun, energetic bluesy rock that’s likeable even though the group’s musical and thematic palettes are limited.

The Best Of – Aerosmith

Aerosmith Greatest Hits1980, 4.5/10
I tend to come around to most lauded classic rock bands eventually, but Aerosmith are a definite exception. Along with a bunch of sub-Rolling Stones riff rockers, their major contribution to posterity seems to be their power ballad.

Actually, ‘Dream On’ is my favourite song on Greatest Hits; it has an appealing early morning optimism that contrasts with the predictable late night decadence that’s on show for the rest of the album. Elsewhere, there’s not too much to report; a whole slew of riff-rockers followed by a cover of The Beatles’ ‘Come Together’ that adds nothing to the original, and a turgid arrangement of ‘Remember (Walking In The Sand)’. ‘Walk This Way’ stands out among the riff-rockers because it has the catchiest riff, but the 1986 Run–D.M.C. remake essentially makes it redundant.

Aerosmith’s basic sound is appealing, but it’s a bad sign where a band needs to pad out a ten song compilation with two covers, and I’d suggest exploring large portions of The Rolling Stones’ catalogue before bothering with these unimaginative imitators.

Retrospective – Bread

Bread Retrospective1996, 7/10
I know that I’m not supposed to like Bread, but before I started buying CDs I used to listen to classic pop radio a lot, and when I stopped I found myself missing Bread ballads like ‘It Don’t Matter To Me’ and ‘Everything I Own’. Just before Christmas one year, when I’d been working long hours in my part-time supermarket job, I gave into temptation and bought this anthology on sale.

It’s obvious why Bread are loathed by critics and serious music fans alike; they’re stuck in mid-1960s British Invasion pop mode in the late sixties, moving onto singer-songwriter material a few years behind the eight ball, they’re moralising enough to be a Christian band, and their best songs are soppy and plastered in strings. Leader David Gates is the antithesis of a rock star; moustachioed, married to his childhood sweetheart for 40 years and writing lyrics lamenting sexual permissiveness (“in this day and age………people changing partners like they change their underwear”) and advising his daughter to be sensible in courtship (“don’t fall in love with the first man that you see”).

The lengthy liner notes attempt to revise Bread’s place in history, emphasising the contributions of the other band members, but it’s hard to buy this due to the talent imbalance between Gates and the Robb Royer-James Griffin writing team; Gates’ plaintive ballads are the group’s most memorable songs, and even his occasional rock songs overshadow Griffin’s and Royer’s contributions. You have to love the exhaustive booklet; Gates remarks that drummer Mike Botts made “a significant contribution on the percussion side” and confesses that not only that he never actually found a diary underneath a tree, but if he had he would have turned it in to the authorities without reading it.

For Bread fans this double set’s terrific; covering about 50% or 60% of the group’s studio output and throwing in a whole bunch of Gates’ solo work. For me it’s too exhaustive; I could make a really enjoyable single album out of it, but I’m not too interested in hearing the Gates’ sappy solo ballads or mediocre Robb-Griffin blues rock. But I think that a lot of their best songs do stand up to scrutiny; Gates is a wet blanket, but he’s a wet blanket with great melodies, and Bread’s best material does have a strong emotional undercurrent. It’s mostly love songs but with Gates as a rare example of a celebrity with a successful first marriage, maybe he’s a guru to whom we should all be listening to for advice.

The liner notes draw a contrast between Bread’s self-titled debut and The Band’s early work. Bread are too straitlaced and poppy for the comparison to be valid, but their debut material is more eclectic and less overtly commercial than their later work. Gates is already demonstrating strong melodies and pop sense with ‘Dismal Day’ and ‘London Bridge’. On the other hand, the material from their breakthrough second album Manna is weaker; apart from the hit ‘Make It With You’ and Gates’ epic ‘Been Too Long On The Road’ there’s nothing particularly impressive. Single ‘It Don’t Matter To Me’, a reworking from their debut, is another highlight, with a terrific middle eight from Gates.

On The Waters features another mellow Gates ballad, ‘If’, as well as the fun tossed off rock song ‘She Was My Lady’ where Gates lets his hair down a little. 1972’s Baby, I’m A Want You stands out as their strongest effort with a string of classic Gates ballads (the title track, ‘Everything I Own’, ‘Diary’), a pair of really pretty Royer/Griffin songs (‘Games of Magic’, ‘Just Like Yesterday’), Gates’ dopey McCartney-like ‘Daughter’, and ‘Mother Freedom’, a surprisingly aggressive political rock from Gates. The band’s also strengthened by the arrival of sixties sessionman Larry Knechtel, famous for his piano in ‘Bridge Over Troubled Waters’, who helps bring a more solid band feel to the record. Final record Guitar Man seems disappointing in comparison; only the title track with Knechtel’s weird guitars leads and the moody ballad ‘Aubrey’ really stand out.

The compilation tails off about ten tracks into the second disc; despite a couple of highlights, most of Gates’ solo songs make Bread’s work look hard edged and cynical in comparison. The low-light is ‘Took The Last Train’, Gates’ attempt at a crossover disco hit in the late 1970s, but slow paced and genteel. There are highlights among the solo tracks; ‘Clouds’ is a pretty piano ballad with some terrific analog synth widdling in the background, and ‘Never Let Her Go’ is a nice strum-along that Gates wrote back in 1964. There’s also material from Bread’s 1976 comeback album Lost Without Your Love; the title track is one of their best moments, a pretty piano ballad that suddenly goes into a funky guitar break, but the rest of the material is pretty underwhelming.

I have mixed feelings about Retrospective; I feel embarrassed having it lying round in my CD collection, and I often toy with the idea of condensing it down to a single disc, but just occasionally I’m in the mood for slick and soppy hits.

Carpenters: Gold

Carpenters Gold2000, 8.5/10
They’re sometimes dismissed as soft-rock light-weights, but California’s The Carpenters often captured magical moments of pop perfection. Their stock has risen with endorsements from Sonic Youth’s Kim Gordon, but the songs were always there, fronted by Karen Carpenter’s voice with its honey ache. Richard Carpenter’s arrangements are radio friendly but interesting – famously the unexpected fuzz guitar solo in ‘Goodbye To Love’. I haven’t been brave enough to venture into the duo’s studio albums, but this twenty song compilation provides an excellent summary of their career.

Based on these twenty songs, their earliest work is their strongest, fresh faced and with Karen’s unique drum work helping to give them a distinctive sound. ‘We’ve Only Just Begun’ started as a bank advertisement, but it’s transcendent in its hope, while ‘Rainy Days and Mondays’ is exquisitely melancholic. They can be too sickly sweet on ‘Top of the World’, but songs like ‘Close To You’ and ‘Superstar’ are elegant and enjoyable.

There also a surprising late period highlight, a cover of Klaatu’s ‘Calling Occupants of Interplanetary Craft’, which fashions a terrific record out of questionable elements like a radio voice-over, alien sound effects, and a massed choir. The last recording here, ‘Touch Me When We’re Dancing’ shows the group updating their sound for the 1980s, but Karen lost her battle with anorexia in 1983 and the world lost a very gifted vocalist.

Sure it’s radio friendly, but The Carpenters often projected a sensation that’s comforting, not calculated, and their best songs tapped into a well of emotion.

Timepieces – The Best of Eric Clapton

Time Pieces The Best of Eric Clapton1982, 5/10
In 1965, Eric Clapton left The Yardbirds because he felt that they had strayed too far from their blues origins and too close to the mainstream with their hit ‘For Your Love’. But after some stellar work with Cream in the late 1960s, and with Derek and the Dominoes in the early 1970s, Clapton himself drifted to the mainstream in his solo career, peddling extremely smooth songs like ‘Wonderful Tonight’.

At least Clapton wrote ‘Wonderful Tonight’; elsewhere he rarely puts pen to paper, covering Bob Marley, Bob Dylan, Johnny Otis, and J.J. Cale (twice) – it feels like the only thing that solo Clapton has to contribute to the world of popular music is his smooth guitar leads.

The key redeeming feature of Timepieces is the magnum opus ‘Layla’, Clapton’s anguished plea of love to George Harrison’s wife. The raw power and emotion are stunning, while the extended piano led coda is memorable in its own right – but of course it’s better heard on its parent album, from Derek and the Dominoes in 1970.

There are a few other passable songs towards the end of Timepieces -‘Promises’ and ‘Let it Grow’ are both pretty and inoffensive – but for me, Clapton ceased to be interesting after 1970, switching from dynamic blues to formulaic adult contemporary.

On The Border

Eagles On The Border1974, 8/10
I have a complicated love/hate relationship with the Eagles – they were one of my favourite bands in my early teens when I discovered rock music after a sheltered childhood. But as my musical horizons have broadened, I largely see them now as a second tier band who achieved first tier fame; they had the sales, the mega-tours, they dealt in major themes like the trappings of fame, and they had a string of singles that have kept them on the radio, but they didn’t have the strong album catalogue of a truly great band. There’s plenty to like about the Eagles – most of the band are strong musicians, with the notable exception of drummer Don Henley. Henley’s a strong singer and sometimes an incisive lyricist, and they have accomplished group harmonies.

Their third album, On The Border, is my favourite of their albums as it showcases them at an interesting point in their development. On their first two albums they added a commercial sheen to the country-rock sound that artists like Gram Parsons had developed, while by 1979’s The Long Run, they were burnt out and turned in a sterile and soulless rock album. With On The Border, they retain a country edge with their harmonies and Bernie Leadon’s array of traditional stringed instruments, but they’re exploring rock territory, and Don Felder, a late addition to the band, brings a rock edge to the two tracks that he plays on.

The encapsulation of what made their transitional period interesting is found in ‘Midnight Flyer’, a country song given a rock arrangement. While it’s not fully consistent, there are more interesting overlooked songs here than any other Eagles album. Bernie Leadon has a touching tribute to Parsons with ‘My Man’, bassist Randy Meisner has a straight up, concise pop song with ‘Is It True?’, and they transform Tom Waits’ ‘Ol’ 55′ with smooth harmonies.

It’s a little patchy, but On The Border is generally entertaining.

Valentine – Roy Harper

Roy Harper Valentine1974, 7.5/10
English folkie Roy Harper is an idiosyncratic figure, using his undeniable talents to promote political interests and an often unsavoury hippie lifestyle. But he has such a warm lilting voice, excellent guitar technique and fine sense of melody, that he almost always comes across charmingly, even if his lyrical stance lacks political correctness. Valentine is a collection of outtakes from his acclaimed early seventies releases Stormcock and Lifemask, but it hangs together well as an individual statement. As the title implies, most of the tracks are romantically themed. In his worldview it seems like women are mainly around for sex, cooking and cleaning, but his general likability cancels out the less savoury elements of his lyrics, even if ‘Magic Woman (Liberation Reshuffle)’, where Harper brags of seducing a feminist, takes it a step too far. Many of the tracks were recorded live in studio with just Harper and his guitar, sometimes with some nice orchestration laid over the top. The only full blown rock song is ‘Male Chauvinist Pig Blues’ where Harper teams up with Jimmy Page to create an interesting collage of guitars, assisted by Keith Moon on drums.

Most of Valentine is low key and charming; Harper includes a charming cover of ‘North Country’ while ‘Twelve Hours of Sunset’ has the dusky ambience that its title implies. Harper’s liner note description of ‘Acapulco Gold’ as “lounge lizard music with a sting” is entirely accurate, as it travels into another sexually themed bridge, while ‘Commune’, perhaps the album’s best song, is another charmer despite some disturbingly intimate images. Despite his overuse of sexual themes, Harper is an accomplished enough lyricist as well, with thoughtful phrases like “love isn’t jealous/or bitchy and callous/she’s here for us all and she’s ours.” ‘Forever’ is a nice humble closer, while ‘I’ll See You Again’ is a soaring ballad, underscoring the fragility in Harper’s voice. Apart from 1971’s classic Stormcock, I haven’t been particularly impressed by Harper’s other albums, but his best moments are very good.

Turnstiles – Billy Joel

Billy Joel Turnstiles1976, 7/10
Billy Joel was a favourite of mine in my sheltered early teens when I listened to radio pop. Like the Eagles, another favourite from the time, he’s a tier two guy who made it to tier one in sales – he’s got some good tunes, and is a talented pianist, but he doesn’t have the artistic vision or innovation to be a major rock artist. His vocal style of dramatically shouting seemingly random lines is often unintentionally amusing; “rock and roller cola wars, I CAN’T TAKE IT ANYMORE.” But despite his limitations, his run of albums from 1976’s Turnstiles until 1983’s An Innocent Man is quite strong, despite at least one big clunker on each. Anything outside his golden period should be approached with caution.

While Billy Joel’s commercial breakthrough didn’t come until the following year’s The StrangerTurnstiles was where he hit his straps. Billy Joel self-produced the album and allowing his touring band to play on the sessions.

The most important improvement, however, is the songwriting; Joel’s work has more of a flavour of his native New York here, even if the album feels influenced by Springsteen’s 1970’s efforts. The lyrics often deal with his relationship with New York; he’s pleased to be back on ‘Say Goodbye to Hollywood’,  ‘Summer, Highland Falls’, and ‘New York State of Mind’, but he’s aware that the city is in crisis on ‘I’ve Loved These Days’ and ‘Miami 2017(Seen The Lights Go Out on Broadway)’.

All of the above songs are strong entries in his catalogue; Joel’s classical background shines through in the beautiful baroque-like ‘Summer, Highland Falls’, while ‘Miami 2017’ is one of Joel’s best rockers.

There’s enough strong material for a respectable album here, but Turnstiles is marred by two clunkers; ‘James’ is a lacklustre McCartney ripoff, while ‘All You Wanna Do Is Dance’ is a turgid piece of cod reggae. There are a few strong Billy Joel songs on Turnstiles that don’t generally show up on compilations, so it’s worth hearing if you’re a fan.

Billy Joel in the 1970s:
Cold Spring Harbour (1972) – awkward singer-songwriter album, 3/10
Piano Man (1973) – much better, but it gets over-rated because of the ubiquitous and interminable title track, and the silly drama of ‘Captain Jack’. The best song is the country parody ‘The Ballad of Billy The Kid’. 6/10.
Streetlife Serenade (1974) – includes some instrumentals as Joel was short of material, and has an unfitting west coast vibe, 4.5/10
The Stranger (1977) – this is the Joel album I’ve heard the least, and I don’t remember the second side well. Contains a ton of hits, as well as the fan favourites ‘Scenes from an Italian Restaurant’ and ‘Vienna’. I imagine it’s his strongest 1970’s album overall, at least an 8/10.
52nd Street (1978) – this utilises the same early Springsteen vibe of the two previous albums and takes it in a more jazzy direction. ‘My Life’ is one of his best singles, and ‘Stiletto’ is a great album cut, but some of it also feels slight, 7/10.

Pearl – Janis Joplin

Janis Joplin Pearl1971, 7/10
Pearl was assembled posthumously after Texan blues singer Janis Joplin overdosed in 1970, joining the 27 club. It was her only album with her newly formed band Full Tilt Boogie. The instrumental ‘Buried Alive In The Blues’ is evidence of the album’s tragic interruption; Joplin planned to lay down the vocal track the day after she died.

Joplin’s point of distinction was her hyper-charged vocal technique; inspired by legendary blues woman Bessie Smith, her voice rarely betrayed that she was white and not particularly large. She was once asked to sing a gospel song named ‘Quiet About It’, but refused on the grounds that she couldn’t talk to her God quietly; Joplin rarely did anything by half measures. Full Tilt Boogie provide her with an ideal backing, earthy and driving, although Joplin’s vocals naturally take centre stage. The album’s name is taken from Joplin’s nickname: “Pearl” is credited with acoustic guitar on ‘Me & Bobby McGee’.

My favourite tracks are the two which deviate furthest from blues; Kris Kristofferson’s ‘Me & Bobby McGee’ is a standard, and Joplin’s version is definitive; she can’t resist shredding her voice on this relatively mild country ballad, and the end result is powerful. ‘Half Moon’ breaks the musical mould the furthest, with a funky arrangement. Meanwhile, the entertainingly throwaway a capella ‘Mercedes Benz’ (“My friends all own porsches/I must make amends”) is the other song that stands out among Joplin’s energetic blues workouts and dramatic ballads.

Joplin’s enthusiastic blues screeching has a certain charisma, but I’d rather listen to the elegant angst of Joni Mitchell’s contemporaneous Blue.

Tapestry – Carole King

Carole King Tapestry1971, 8.5/10
In the 1960s, King was a prominent hit-maker as a songwriter, often in partnership with husband Gerry Goffin. At the end of the decade, she struck out with a solo career, and her second album Tapestry is an all but unanimous choice as her best. It’s firmly part of the singer-songwriter movement of the early 1970s – James Taylor is on guitars and backing vocals, while the usual soft rock backing musicians like Danny Kortchmar and Russ Kunkel are also present.

Even though King is a limited vocalist, with her nasal voice, the material on Tapestry is so strong that it’s barely an issue. King interprets ‘(You Make Me Feel Like) A Natural Woman’ and ‘Will You Love Me Tomorrow?’, hit songs she composed as a songwriter. New hits ‘I Feel The Earth Move’ and ‘It’s Too Late’ are just as memorable, there’s no reason why ‘So Far Away’, ‘Home Again’, and the gospel-tinged ‘Way Over Yonder’ don’t merit the same attention, while the gentle title track is my favourite piece on the album.

Carole King’s never matched the artistic heights of Tapestry again, despite a lengthy solo career, and it’s the album that she’ll be remembered for.

Plastic Ono Band – John Lennon

John Lennon Plastic Ono Band1970, 8/10
Plastic Ono Band was John Lennon’s musical therapy after leaving The Beatles, with the self examining lyrics covering Lennon’s relationship with his mother, his identity, and religion. Producer Phil Spector uncharacteristically gives the songs a stripped down treatment, with John’s piano and guitar joined by Ringo Starr on drums and bassist Klaus Voormann.

‘Isolation’, ‘Love’, ‘Look At Me’, and the second half of ‘God’ are all beautiful, benefiting from the stripped down treatment. ‘Look At Me’ is particularly appealing, with Lennon more vulnerable then elsewhere on the album. ‘Well, Well, Well’ is a nasty and memorable rocker, while ‘Working Class Hero’ is arguably the highlight with a left-wing critique of society’s conventions: ‘keep you doped with religion and sex and TV/and you think you’re all clever and classless and free/But you’re still peasants as far as I can see.” There are songs that feel more like exercises in therapy than inspired songwriting; the self-referential ‘Hold On’ doesn’t hold up, while songs like ‘I Found Out’ and ‘Remember’ are musically thin.

Plastic Ono Band is an overrated record, but it’s still a fascinating listen; if you enjoy left-field Beatles’ tracks like ‘I Am The Walrus’ and ‘Tomorrow Never Knows’, it’s definitely interesting to find out more about the man behind them.

Lennon Legend: The Very Best Of John Lennon

John Lennon Legend The Very Best Of1997, 8.5/10
John Lennon’s solo career was decidedly patchy, so Lennon Legend is a useful one stop shopping solution. In any case, some of Lennon’s best songs on are non-album singles, including ‘Instant Karma!’, “Cold Turkey’ and ‘Happy Christmas (War is Over)’. ‘Power To The People’ is merely a political slogan masquerading as a song, and ‘Imagine’ has an elegant melody but the lyrics are irritating.

To quote Steve Knowlton:
How’s this for a utopian vision: you give up your religion, citizenship, and assets, in return for “living as one” with The People. Sounds great, Comrade! Where do I sign up?

Otherwise, apart from some insipid but inoffensive material from Double Fantasy and the posthumous Milk And HoneyLennon Legendis unmitigated quality. The advantage of being a credible musical figure, who dabbles in political agitation and avante-garde experimentation, is that when you deign to perform a love song, it comes across very sincerely. ‘Woman’ is an excellent straightforward love song, while “Jealous Guy’ is another lovely ballad. Lennon shows that he has one of the finest voices in rock with his cover of Ben E. King’s ‘Stand By Me’ and the fifties throw-back ‘(Just Like) Starting Over’. There are plenty of raw nerve ends exposed in ‘Mother’ and ‘Cold Turkey’ (Lennon giving up heroin), while the superlative ‘#9 Dream’ is a gentler version of Lennon’s psychedelic work with the Beatles.

It goes without saying that Lennon’s solo work is a level below his work with the Beatles, but Lennon Legend represents an excellent solo portfolio. Lennon’s assassination in 1980 remains a tragedy, as his career was regaining momentum (and he had resumed contact with Paul McCartney) and there’s no predicting what would have happened next.

The Modern Lovers

The Modern Lovers Jonathan Richman1976, 9.5/10
An album that failed to set the charts alight but proved extremely influential, The Modern Lovers was mostly recorded in 1972, well before the punk and new wave it influenced; ‘Roadrunner’ was a favourite rehearsal track for the early Sex Pistols. John Cale is the producer, and there’s an obvious trace of the Velvet Underground in The Modern Lovers’ sound, with the raw guitar work and lyrical honesty. But while Lou Reed oozed New York decadence, Richman is his young and awkward suburban cousin, finding meaning in the small details. Richman’s simple but effective guitar is joined by two new wave luminaries; future Talking Head Jerry Harrison on tinny organ and future Car David Robinson on drums. While the finished product is raw and loose, it’s also extremely accessible; Richman’s full of interesting stories and great hooks and vocal melodies, and any open-minded music fan should adore this record.

The closest things to standards on The Modern Lovers are the opening ‘Road Runner’, a two chord rumination on the joys of driving which Richman wrote while still a teen, and the relatively nasty ‘Pablo Picasso’, with the classic rhyme “Pablo Picasso/Never got called an asshole/Not like you.” Elsewhere, it’s all solid and all quotable; the hilariously overwrought ‘I’m Straight’ (“I’m certainly not stoned, like Hippie Johnny/I’m straight and I want to take his place”), the strangely touching ‘Dignified and Old’ and the sexual frustration of ‘Astral Plane’. Despite being cobbled together from various sessions, the twelve track CD version, released in 1989 on Rhino, hangs together perfectly and its unique sense of personality, its solid musical foundations and its huge historical importance are tangible immediately.

Even if Richman’s subsequent career has been erratic, his debut is an effortless classic; a summation of an awkward suburban adolescent embracing innocence in the face of a cynical world.

Retrospective, Vol. 1 (1974-1980) – Rush

Rush Retrospective1997, 6.5/10
Canadian progressive rock trio Rush have a devoted cult following, while they’re often derided by critics. While their musicianship is very strong, they’re an acquired taste, particularly bassist Geddy Lee’s high pitched vocals and drummer Neil Peart’s philosophical lyrics. Peart’s lyrics are drawn from sources like Ayn Rand, and often awkwardly shoehorn ponderous lyrics into pop songs, like this couplet from ‘The Trees’:

The trouble with the maples
And they’re quite convinced they’re right
They say the oaks are just too lofty
And they grab up all the light

With the vocals and the lyrics both significant impediments to my enjoyment of Rush, I have a somewhat ambivalent relationship to them – I struggle to take them seriously, but enjoy enough of their songs to happily own a couple of compilations, as well as their most acclaimed album, 1981’s Moving Pictures. Counter-intuitively, their initial 1974-1980 work isn’t their best period, even if it has its moments. Rush took a while to find their feet, and then adapted to the 1980s better than most other bands of their era. Their best era was in the early 1980s; this compilation goes through to 1980’s Permanent Waves, that album’s ‘The Spirit of Radio’ is the opener, and it’s a highlight.

In between the highlights, there are too many faceless rock songs (‘Anthem’, ‘Finding My Way’), aimless epics (‘By-Tor and the Snow Dog’) or pieces where the ridiculous lyrics make it difficult to enjoy the song (‘The Trees’, “I will choose Freewill”). But there are a handful of songs that permit Retrospective I space in my music library – ‘Xanadu’ is a terrific eleven minute epic with impressionist lyrics, the instrumentals ‘2112 Overture’ and ‘La Villa Strangiato’ present Rush without vocals or lyrics, while ‘The Temples of Sirinx’ is head-banging fun. ‘Closer to the Heart’ is humble and acoustic, while ‘The Spirit of Radio’ presages their more successful work in the 1980s.

I like Rush in small doses, but have never felt the urge to explore their studio albums from this era further – I’m happy with this single disc sampler as a summary of their 1970’s work.

The Six Wives Of Henry VIII – Rick Wakeman

Rick Wakeman The Six Wives of Henry VIII1973, 8/10
As a history major, keyboard enthusiast, and prog-rock fan, I feel like the target market for Rick Wakeman’s classical-prog fusion on his first self-written solo album, The Six Wives Of Henry VIII. There are full band arrangements on every track except ‘Jane Seymour’, with Wakeman’s former band The Strawbs and various members of Yes all providing backing. The inside photograph shows Wakeman surrounded by a grand piano, Hammond organ, electric piano, and pairs of Moogs and Mellotrons, while he also employs a harpsichord, ARP, and Church organ.

Wakeman devised the concept for The Six Wives Of Henry VIII after he read a book about Henry VIII in an airport. Its six tracks represents Henry’s six wives, with Wakeman attempting to express the musical character of each in a song. This concept occasionally seems a little tenuous, although there are certainly tangible reference points; Henry’s flirtatious wives ‘Anne Boelyn’ and ‘Catherine Howard’ both have moments of exuberance in their themes, before ending mournfully as Henry had them beheaded; ‘Anne Boelyn’ ends with a musical quotation from the hymn ‘The Day Thou Gavest Lord Has Ended’. ‘Jane Seymour’, who died after giving birth to Henry’s only son, has a sorrowful theme, while ‘Catherine Parr’, a favourite wife who outlived Henry, ends the album on a triumphant note.

If you have trouble remembering which wife is which, there is a pattern: Divorced, Executed, Died, Divorced, Executed, Lived. Incidentally, Henry VIII executing/divorcing his wives for bearing the wrong sort of baby (i.e. girls) and/or for barrenness is ludicrous when (a) it’s the male that determines the gender of the baby and (b) the man was by all accounts riddled with syphilis. If nothing else, The Six Wives Of Henry VIII has an educational back sleeve that profiles each of the wives.

‘Catherine of Aragon’ is a nice concise opener, while ‘Anne Boelyn’ launches into ragtime. ‘Catherine Howard’ and ‘Catherine Parr’ both have memorable central themes; the former mournful, and the latter bombastic. ‘Jane Seymour’ breaks the mould most significantly with an organ dominated performance. ‘Anne of Cleves’ is the least interesting piece, which seems appropriate as she seems to be the least interesting wife.

Wakeman isn’t about to be mentioned in the same breath as Bach and Mozart, but I find The Six Wives Of Henry VIII highly entertaining.

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