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Robert Johnson: Close Personal Friend

Long lost 1979 power-pop gem

Despite this superb 1979 debut, the Memphis-based Robert Johnson never caught on as a power-pop artist. After sitting in the vaults un-reissued for nearly 30 years, the CD edition is even harder to find in the U.S. than copies of the original vinyl LP; odd, since it’s still available from UK sites at a reasonable price. The reissue comes in a mini-LP cover with a mini-inner sleeve (which itself sports a microscopic reproduction of the lyrics) and adds eight bonus tracks drawn from 1980’s Memphis Demos. Johnson’s southern roots shine through in the album’s soulful bass lines, and the twin guitars bring to mind the tandem of Lloyd Cole and Robert Quine from Matthew Sweet’s Girlfriend. As much as Johnson looks like Moon Martin on the cover shot, and despite the Elvis Costello pose, he’s a gutsier singer than the former, a less angry young man than the latter, and a better guitarist than both. At times he sings like Phil Seymour or Joe Walsh, but more urgent, and with hard charging guitar playing. The demo tracks are a great addition, a bit rougher than the album finals and adding songs that didn’t make the cut, including a cover of Roy Orbison’s (by way of the Everly Brothers’) “Claudette” and Elvis Presley’s “Burning Love.” [©2010 hyperbolium dot com]

Chubby Checker: Chequered! (New Revelation)

The King of the Twist gets his soul heavily psyched

Given the height of Chubby Checker’s fame (his signature recording of Hank Ballard’s “The Twist” being the only single to top the chart on two separate occasions), his Q rating must have really sunk by 1971 to keep this album so deeply buried. Seven years after the last Top 40 singles of his major run (1964’s folk-rock limbo Lazy Elsie Molly and the 1965 Freddie and the Dreamers knock-off Let’s Do the Freddie), Checker waxed this one-off album of psychedelic rock and heavy soul. His voice is immediately recognizable, but the swinging Cameo-Parkway house band was replaced by the plodding rock and blue soul of a nameless European band. Deep organ, screaming guitar solos and heavy rock drumming combine to back vocals freed from the constraints of early ‘60s pop. It’s a treat to hear what else Checker could do with his voice, and it’s a mystery why he’s disavowed these performances (well, maybe it’s not such a mystery why he’s disavowed “Stoned in the Bathroom”); the album still doesn’t appear on his web site’s discography. Originally released in Europe, the album’s always been hard to find in the states. Even this 1982 reissue is tough to locate used. Hopefully Collectors’ Choice will track down the rights for this one when they complete their reissue of Checker’s Parkway material. [©2010 hyperbolium dot com]

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John Meeks: Old Blood

Old-timey voice sings original alt.country laments and murder ballads

John Meeks lived the itinerant life of a troubadour before he was even old enough to drive or strum a guitar. Toted along to gigs by his musician father, and driven around the Southwest by his mother, Meeks racked up a lot of miles at a very young age. After a brief stab at college he settled in San Diego and tried out the indie-rock scene, but it wasn’t until he hooked up with the city’s roots musicians (including Pall Jenkins, Jimmy LaValle and Matt Resovich) that the sounds his father made came back to call. Meeks sings with a ghostly lonesomeness that’s partly Roy Acuff, partly Neil Young and partly a bluegrass yodel. It’s a voice from a much earlier era. His studied tempos provide time to hold onto notes in an expressive drone, bending and trilling here and there for George Jones-styled emotional emphasis.

Meeks’ downtrodden lyrics are written from the gut, rather than the mind, and they’re fit to melodies that feel like a natural wander rather than composed map. Taken together, they make songs that feel lived in, musical expressions of emotions that aren’t so much wondrous discoveries as they are worn resignations. It’s the unlikeliest of music to be made in a city renowned for its temperate weather and beautiful beaches. Of course, Tijuana is just a stone’s throw away (neatly echoed in the moody trumpet of “Been Down By Love”), and Los Angeles is only a few hours up the highway, but Meeks’ murder ballads and laments of lost and crossed love remain surprisingly dark. Even at mid-tempo his keening melodies and the drifting backgrounds of guitar, bass, drums and fiddle are often laid out as a wail of defeat.

“I Don’t Even Want to Think of You” is taken slowly, wracking its balladry with more pain and isolation than its ‘50s styling would normally admit. The album’s heartbreak flares into moments of violence, but Meeks sings in the voice of a man whose personality is broken in two, whose misdeeds are hidden from his waking self. Even his threats hang ambiguously between leaving and ensuring no one ever leaves him. Meeks’ anguish is uncompromisingly singular, lending even the sprightly numbers, such as the Everly-esque “Oh My Sweet Darlin’” (listen carefully for “Bye Bye Love” woven cleverly into the melody) a powerful feeling of doom. [©2010 hyperbolium dot com]

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Matt Gary: I’m Just Sayin’

Swimming in the mainstream of Nashville country

Matt Gary is a 27-year-old singer, whose heartland Kansas roots have given way to the modernisms of Nashville. He’s the artistic progeny of Kenny Chesney and Keith Urban, another generation removed from the hillbilly and folk roots that initially defined country music. His six-track EP is immaculately produced with pop-rock guitars (though the mid-tempo “Not Every Man Lives” leads with a moody banjo), filled out with material that tugs at the heartstrings and sung in an appealing tenor. The songs are well-crafted recitations of well-worn tropes: reminiscing through life’s joyous moments, an offer of comfort to a mistreated woman, balancing work and home life, the magical feeling of falling in love, and living one’s life to the fullest. Gary’s an engaging singer with a good ear for catchy material and an obvious enthusiasm for his new career. But this initial outing feels more like a Nashville assembly than a personal artistic statement. The talent that attracted songwriter/producer Frank Myers to the project is readily apparent, but Gary still needs to establish a unique voice, transcend his influences and create something new. [©2010 hyperbolium dot com]

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Sugarland: The Incredible Machine

Modern country duo bids for crossover audience

On their third album, modern country duo Sugarland (Jennifer Nettles-vocals, Kristian Bush-guitar/vocals) makes a bold bid for cross-over success. How well their effort succeeds depends on where you sit as a listener in the country-pop spectrum. Fans of modern country music may feel this forsakes the few threads of country roots that remain in Nashville’s productions. Ironically though, fans of earlier, twangier country music may be willing to take Sugarland’s arena-ready rock productions as just that – something fully divorced from Nashville’s faint echoes of roots music. Taken on this latter axis, Bryan Gallimore’s outsized productions – enormous drum sounds, slashing electric guitars, heavy echoes and the ubiquitous “programming” – make a good impression.

The duo’s original songs are catchy and Jennifer Nettles’ voice cuts through the rock backings like a fog cutter in a thick bank. When the productions occasionally lighten, as on the lead single “Stuck Like Glue,” the music turns into modern day bubblegum, with riffy lyrics, cute singing and a toasting bridge that suggests Gwen Stefani in Music City. One might argue about whether Sugarland’s previous albums had already moved far away from traditional country sounds, but The Incredible Machine puts the conversation to bed as the duo openly bids for modern rock success with power-ballads like “Tonight” and a heavy dose of studio effects. The closest the album comes to even modern Nashville’s notion of country is “Little Miss,” but even here the song grows from acoustic guitars into a heavily wrought production.

The reggae beat and rapping passage of “Every Girl Like Me” are sure to alienate some of the group’s long time fans, though more on principle than musical value. Ditto for the punchy pop-rock “Find the Beat Again,” which sounds as if it could be a hit for one of Disney’s teen stars. None of this is really news, as the group hinted in these directions all along, and modern country production has become a virtual second home for modern rock sounds. If you held on to your U2 tickets through Bono’s back problems, you’ll find the sound of Sugarland’s latest to your liking. You won’t find Bono’s philosophical world outlook in the lyrics, but you can shuffle this into a mid-80s mix of Simple Minds and Big Country without any tears or fears. [©2010 hyperbolium dot com]

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The Cuff Links: Tracy

The Archies’ Ron Dante sings sweet bubblegum pop as the Cuff Links

Vocalist Ron Dante is the American version of British studio singer Tony Burrows. Though he didn’t duplicate Burrows’ feat of charting hit singles as the lead singer of four different groups in a single year (Edison Lighthouse, White Plains, Pipkins, Brotherhood of Man, all in 1970), Dante’s singing was nearly as ubiquitous. His first brush with fame came with the novelty single “Leader of the Laundromat,” by the Detergents, and he was widely heard singing the famous “you deserve a break today” jingle for McDonald’s. But his biggest score was as the lead singer of the Archies, minting the single-of-the-year (and the national anthem of the bubblegum world), “Sugar, Sugar.” In parallel with the Archies’ ride on the charts, Dante re-teamed with Detergents’ songwriter-producers Paul Vance and Lee Pockriss and cooked up this album under the Cuff Links banner.

The Cuff Links were, like Tony Burrows’ “bands,” a studio concoction rather than a working group. Dante provided both lead and brilliantly arranged backing voices, and as on the Archies’ records, went uncredited. Though he recorded a solo album in 1970, his first real claim to named fame came a few years later as the producer of many Barry Manilow hit records, and later as an award-winning Broadway producer. His anonymous work with the Detergents, Archies and Cuff Links has been sporadically anthologized and reissued over the years, focusing mostly on the hit singles; this CD release reintroduces the Cuff Links first album back to the market, adding a handful of singles drawn from the group’s still-unissued second album, and several more bonuses.

The album is a by-product of the effervescent single “Tracy,” which became a hit just as the Archies’ “Sugar, Sugar” started to fade on the charts. The album was recorded quickly to capitalize on the single’s success, but with songs drawn from Vance and Pockriss’ catalog of co-writes, plus a pair of well selected covers, it’s a great deal more solid than the short time in the studio would suggest. Rupert Holmes (who would later hit with “Escape (The Pina Colada Song)”) was brought in to arrange the strings, and his simple lines perfectly complement Dante’s overlaid vocals. The bubbly tone of the title track is balanced by wistful tunes, including the moving antiwar sentiments of “All the Young Women,” the Left Banke-styled nostalgia of “I Remember,” and the autumnal lost-love B-side “Where Do You Go?”

The two cover songs are given nice twists, with a catchy organ riff and memorable call-and-response vocals on “Put a Little Love in Your Heart,” and an effective Burt Bacharach-styled treatment of Neil Diamond’s “Sweet Caroline.” The songs run deeper than comparable bubblegum tunes written expressly for the pre-teen crowd, but their melodies remain hummable, and the lyrics catchy. Like the music that came out of Don Kirshner’s world, the craft here is superb – just listen how the album’s second single, “When Julie Comes Around,” builds masterfully from a tense organ and drum opening into a perfect mix of electric and acoustic guitars and then builds into a joyous melody in parallel with the lyrics turn from loneliness to happiness; the transitions back and forth between desperation and elation are handled just as perfectly as the song finally plays itself out with a smile.

With the single a hit and the album edging onto the charts, the producers assembled a road band, but Dante declined to tour and vocalist Joe Cord took his place. For the self-titled follow-up album, Dante and Cord split the lead vocals. The album’s first three bonus tracks are drawn from the second album’s singles, “Run Sally Run” (in mono), “Robin’s World” and “Thank You Pretty Baby” (also in mono). The first of the three has a hurried tempo, the second is a terrifically relaxed piece of mid-tempo sunshine pop, and the latter a catchy staccato vocal pop production. Of the three remaining bonus tracks (all in mono), “The Kiss,” “All Because of You,” and “Wake Up Judy,” the middle one was the group’s last single on Decca. The other two are unexplained in John Purdue’s otherwise detailed liner notes. If you love sunshine and bubblegum pop, snap this one up before it goes out of print again! [©2010 hyperbolium dot com]

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Elvis Presley: Viva Elvis – The Album

Modern reconstructions of Elvis to love or hate

No doubt some will take to these reconstructions of famous Elvis Presley songs, while others will feel they’re bastardizations on par with Ted Turner’s colorization of movies. The truth lies somewhere in between. Presley’s iconic vocals have been lifted and recontextualized in modern arrangements augmented with new instrumental performances. The results are a great deal more radical than George and Giles Martin’s mashups of the Beatles catalog for Love. At times the rhythms will remind you of the monotonous dance floor beats of the Stars on 45 medleys, and Brendan O’Brien’s overbearing remake of “That’s Alright” borrows its dominant riff from Katrina and the Wave’s “Walking on Sunshine.”

Unlike Love, this feels less like a celebration than a tortured attempt to make Elvis relevant to twenty-first century ears. The shame of it is that Elvis’ original recordings still hold the magic laid into them fifty years ago, and much of what makes them special is lost in these translations. The contrast of hillbilly guitars and burning vocals is buried under mounds of modern studio sounds that compete with rather than amplify Elvis’ preternatural ferocity. Casting “Heartbreak Hotel” into a delta blues might be an interesting trick if the producer (O’Brien again) trusted listeners to stay entertained without adding sizzling Vegas horns. But he can’t help himself, or perhaps he can’t escape the live show’s demands. Serban Ghenea’s hyperbolic reworking of “Blue Suede Shoes” suffers the same fate, overwhelming both Elvis and the listener with studio pyrotechnics that are distracting rather than energizing.

The acoustic arrangement given “Love Me Tender” momentarily drops the album’s bombast, but Dea Norberg’s duet vocal doesn’t stand up to Elvis’ original. It’s not impossible to overlay an inspiring duet on Elvis – Celine Dion did so in a video performance of “If I Can Dream,” for example – but this is the wrong song and the arrangement is too sedate. Shelly St.-Germain fares better on “Can’t Help Falling in Love,” though the arrangement’s percussion distracts with its busyness. If you’ve been asking yourself “what would Elvis sound like if he were recording with a modern chart act,” perhaps these reworkings will help you imagine the answer. But even those few tracks that retain some of the originals’ joyousness, such as “Bossa Nova Baby,” fall to the disc’s hyperkinetic overdrive.

What might interest Elvis fans are the odd bits of continuity – studio dialog, radio announcers, film clips – used as production edgings. But unlike the rearranged instrumental lines of Love, these tracks are too radically reconstructed to play “where’d that come from?” No doubt this works well as a soundtrack to the live show; enjoyed in the round and visualized by circus acts, the CD will make a nice souvenir. But as a standalone offering it begs the question: why listen to someone else’s subtle-as-a-flying-mallet reconstructions when the heart of rock ‘n’ roll is still beating in the easily obtainable originals? [©2010 hyperbolium dot com]

Or, The Whale: Or, The Whale

Superb rock, country, folk and soul from San Francisco

Why isn’t this band famous? They combine the best elements of West Coast ‘60s rock pioneers (Airplane, Dead, Springfield and Grape), UK folk (Fairport Convention, et al.), and the indie roots view of music as border-free. Alex Robins and Lindsay Garfield’s harmonies on “Rusty Gold” brings to mind Slick, Kantner and Balin, while the plaintive opening lyric (“My dog died and it broke my heart / letting go is the hardest part”) threatens to renew the tears once shed for Henry Gross’ “Shannon.” Here the sorrow is more philosophical than purely sentimental, and the chorus gears up to the anthemic feel of the Airplane’s “Crown of Creation.” The band’s tagline, “voices everywhere,” is a brag fulfilled, as the studied tempos provide opportunity to deeply explore duet and harmony singing as multiple singers bend and stretch the lyrics in vocal textures that complement and contrast. Even Tim Marcus’ pedal steel adds emotional texture to the words with its instrumental voice. The band mixes rock, country, folk and soul, but not all at once, letting one style lead and others tint the songs with subtle colors that create a somber mood. You can pick out influences, such as the Gram/Emmylou (or Phil/Don) vibe of “Count the Stars,” the Neil Young riffs, or the title nod of “Black Rabbit,” but the band never loses itself in nostalgic reverie. Returning to the question of the band’s lack of worldwide acclaim, maybe it’s due to their oddly punctuated name, because it’s certainly not a lack of great music. [©2010 hyperbolium dot com]

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The Heats: Have an Idea

Stellar power pop album, mediocre re-mastering

The Heats may be the best power pop band that most power pop fans have never heard. They peaked between the 1970s wave of AM radio pop and its 1980s underground echo, playing Seattle clubs and gaining regional college radio attention. Their lone LP, 1980’s Have an Idea, was produced by Heart’s Howard Leese and released on their managers’ Albatross label to local fanfare but no national attention. It sold 15,000 copies and failed to garner the band a major label deal. The thirteen original songs, including a remake of the catchy single “I Don’t Like Your Face,” are filled with the influences of the Beatles, Big Star, Tom Petty, and Dwight Twilley, and the singing of guitarists Steve Pearson and Don Short borrows some fine harmonies from the Everly Brothers.

This Japanese reissue of the original album was produced from sources that are inferior to the original vinyl pressing (and thus to the original master tapes). The high end is missing, shaving off the keening edges of the voices, guitars, drums, and cymbals, and sounding as if this was played through a radio. Much of this material was reissued in better fidelity on 1998’s Smoke, but this is the first CD to include the original album track “Questions Questions” and the correct album takes/edits of “Ordinary Girls,” “I Don’t Like Your Face” and “She Don’t Mind.” The four bonus songs, “Let’s All Smoke,” “Rivals,” “Count on Me,” and “In Your Town,” are great additions to the original album tracks.

Hats off to Air Mail for having the taste to reissue this album, for digging up superb bonus material (particularly the Flamin’ Groovies’-styled “Count on Me”), and for including the original front and back covers; it’s a shame they couldn’t come up with a better audio source. That said, it’s a mark of just how good this album is that even in lesser fidelity, the music’s chiming charms still shine. At import prices, most listeners will be better off with the near-complete Smoke, but fans will either need to track down an original vinyl copy, or make do with the listenable-but-less-than-ideal sound offered here. [©2010 hyperbolium dot com]

Wes Montgomery: Boss Guitar

The boss of the jazz guitar in a stellar ’63 trio setting

Concord Records initiated a new pass through their Original Jazz Classics catalog in March of 2010, and they now add five more titles to the program. Each reissue features a new 24-bit remaster by Joe Tarantino, extensive liner notes, and bonus tracks. This 1963 set finds jazz guitarist Wes Montgomery at the peak of his creative powers, backed by the talented Mel Rhyne on Hammond B-3 and the sharp-as-a-tack swing of Jimmy Cobb on drums. Montgomery’s tone is both smooth and penetrating, and he’s as mesmerizing playing upbeat romps as he is laying back into ballads. The fluid paths taken by his solo improvisations feel fresh and spontaneous, and his chords are complex yet remain musical. The album is filled with the grooves of Rhyne’s organ playing, but the slow numbers, including Henry Mancini’s “Days of Wine and Roses” and a serene take on Eddie Heywood’s “Canadian Sunset” are winningly thoughtful. Montgomery thrived in the trio format, and the mix of up-tempo, ballad, original and cover material, along with straight and Latin-inflected rhythms, give this album terrific range and balance. It’s been fifteen years since the last domestic reissue of this title, so it’s great to have modern digital practices applied to this classic. The bonus tracks are alternate takes of the album tracks “Besame Mucho,” “The Trick Bag” and “Fried Pies,” and the fold-out booklet includes full-panel reproductions of the original covers (front and back), Joe Goldberg’s original album notes, and new liners by Neil Tesser that include fresh interview material with Rhyne and Cobb. [©2010 hyperbolium dot com]