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August 1997
The Best Recordings of This (or
Any) Year
It's August--the perfect time to plug a few favorite
recordings before the indoor listening season begins. So
read on and find out what the SoundStage! crew has
been spinning this year.
Led Zeppelin - Led Zeppelin: This
album makes my A-list of all time, not because it is the
best work Led Zeppelin ever did, because that is highly
debatable, but because it sowed the seeds for great
things to come. Although they came onto the music scene
without much fanfare, in retrospect it is easy to
recognize why this band would become as big as they did.
Robert Plant, Jimmy Page, John Paul Jones and John Bonham
team up to unleash what can only be described as musical
synergy. The band drew its influences heavily from
Chicago blues (as evidenced clearly by the two Willie
Dixon covers, which are fantastic I might add) and the
current rock'n'roll of the day, but without a doubt this
is the music that would later be termed Zeppelinesque.
Jimmy Page mixes it up with trail blazing guitar riffs,
acoustic pickings and the crunchy guitar sound found on
"Communication Breakdown," while Robert Plant
offers up his powerful, emotion filled vocals, John Paul
Jones pounds out the melodic bass line and John Bonham
amazes by doing more with a four piece drum kit than what
most accomplished drummers can do with eight! This is one
of those albums you can hear again and again and each
time gain a further appreciation of what this band
became.
Dire Straits - Love Over Gold: Love
Over Gold is one of those albums I have to
"listen" to. By that I mean I have to be
relaxed and focused solely on the music. This is not an
album that you just throw on as background music, or at a
party, or if anyone else is around for that matter. To
truly appreciate this music, the wide dynamic range, the
unique thumb picking style and soothing story teller
voice of Mark Knopfler and his masterful musical
arrangements (particularly "Telegraph Road" and
"Private Investigations") you must take the
following steps:
- Make sure no one else is around to disturb you.
- Get all of the tweaking out of your system before
you settle in.
- Set the volume level for a minimum of 90 decibels
at the peaks.
- Be seated and adjust yourself so you are
comfortable enough you will not have to move for
the next 45 minutes (note: if you have to use the
bathroom, go now!).
- Close your eyes (this is very important as it
heightens your aural sensitivities) and empty
your mind (if you're anything like me this isn't
hard).
- Press play and become one with the music.
If you follow the aforementioned steps I personally
guarantee musical exultation.
Alanis Morrisette - Jagged Little Pill:
What can I say about Alanis that hasn't been said
already? Probably not too much so I won't even try. I
will tell you, however, why I like this disc sooo much.
Alanis successfully marries hip hoppety back beats (the
kind that are pervasive in dance music and that all
"real" music fans adamantly deny that they
like) and hard edge rock and roll. The resulting marriage
is one of a mega million sales success and no wonder, if
you take all of the people in the world who like dance
and hip hop, everyone who likes rock and let us not
forget, all of those young women who have been done wrong
by a man and can "feel" Alanis's pain, and you
have a pretty large target market!
As much as I dislike being on the Jagged Little
Bandwagon I have no choice because this is an excellent
creative effort that swallowed me down from the very
first time I heard "You Oughta Know."
Here are my deserted-island, long-time winners:
Ronnie Earl and the Broadcasters - Still
River: If 11 minutes and 34 seconds of "Rego
Park Blues" doesn't reach deep into your heart,
making you a feel the blues and experience pure talent at
its most instinctive level, then it's time to pack it in.
I asked for three minutes of it in the Meadowlark room at
Hi-Fi '97, and ended up with a roomful of audio dudes
digging the entire cut. I love to turn folks onto
Ronnie's guitar work, with Bruce Katz on piano and
Hammond B-3 (spooky organ work!), Rocket Rod Carey on
bass, and Per Hanson on drums.
Pink Floyd - Dark Side of the Moon
(from the Columbia box set Shine On) This 1992
remastered version is close to sounding like everything
I'd ever want squeezed out of it. Much clearer than the
MoFi or the mass produced versions. Haven't heard the
20th anniversary edition, but if it by chance has removed
the one last layer of veiling that I hear even on the box
set disc, then someone tell me so I'll start hunting it
down. When "Money" shifts gears from a
funk-groove and barrels into a slam-bam musical
whirlwind, my feet and head time and again go absolutely
ape-shit. Come on now, who doesn't love this one? The
true definition of "rock classic."
Cowboy Junkies - The Trinity Session:
Anybody who's read one of my reviews probably knows that
I could listen to Margo Timmins sing 'til the proverbial
cows come home. Cuts like "Misguided Angel,"
"200 More Miles," "Sweet Jane," and
the Hank William's classic "I'm So Lonesome I Could
Cry" typify how the Cowboy Junkies have revamped
country music into something much more accessible to the
mainstream. Recorded at the Church of the Holy Trinity in
Toronto, Canada and using only a Calrec Ambisonic
microphone, this recording is the real deal in ambiance
retrieval. Though recorded ten years ago, with digital
recording still in it's infancy, few discs I've heard
rival the sonics on this one. Buy it for the music;
relish the sound.
And God forbid if someone ever makes a CD of the
Rolling Stones Get Yer Ya-Ya's Out sound as good
as I remember my old vinyl copies did way back when!
See Ya. Dave
My three 1997 favorites are being selected for a
number of reasons, one of which is "nobody else will
probably mention these albums." They are not
necessarily of the very highest sound quality. But the
sound quality is at least very good. Musically they never
fail to impress.
Van Dyke Parks & Brian Wilson - Orange
Crate Art: A look at a nostalgic,
never-quite-existed California. Van Dyke Parks (a
"Beach Boy" for one or two albums in the late
60s/early 70s) wrote the music and did some arranging. He
asked Brian Wilson (the original Beach Boy who wrote
probably every Beach Boys song worth remembering) to
assist with arranging and to do the vocals. The results
are soaring, "pretty" rock. Big scale stuff
without an edge. A little sappy, a little idealistic, but
irresistible. Sound quality keeps getting better and
better as the system improves, not something that happens
with many CDs. In fact a recent re-listen prompted
including this CD in my group of favorites. I thought
this CD was "listened out" for me, but it came
back stronger than ever. Van Dyke Parks has had his ups (Clang
of the Yankee Reaper and Jump!)
and downs (Tokyo Rose) over the years, this is
probably his best effort. Brian Wilson is in amazing
form--the vocal harmonies are impossible to resist. All
the old Beach Boys hooks are updated and treated to much
better sound quality than is available on the old Beach
Boys recordings.
Brian Wilson - Brian Wilson: This
solo effort from the late 80s appeared on LP and CD. Both
are findable but you'll probably have to look for used
CDs and LPs. This selection is on my list to make another
point. Brian Wilson is not getting his "due"
these days. This music is as good or better than anything
the Beach Boys EVER did, but it has gone relatively
unnoticed and unappreciated. I believe this is one of the
great American Rock Albums. Sound quality is very good,
but not stunning. It is almost impossible to
believe/understand how profoundly screwed up Brian Wilson
was mentally before this album was released. He could
barely communicate. Somehow he has pulled himself up and
out and done something stunning here--followed by the
album with Van Dyke Parks. If you have not heard this
album and you are a fan of Beach Boys music...this album
will feel familiar but it is better and more mature that
earlier stuff with the Beach Boys. Though "Baby Let
Your Hair Grow Long" sounds like it could have come
from 1967, the other songs have even MORE of the genius
that Brian Wilson was recognized for in the 60s.
Los Lobos - Kiko: This was also
released on CD and imported LP. Both are available,
though the LP might be tricky to locate. Both sound good,
the LP, again, is just a little better sounding, but the
CD is plenty good enough to enjoy. This is a masterpiece
of Roots Rock. David Hidalgo, Cesar Rosas and the rest of
the band pull off a tour d'force of compositional and
performance excellence. The men of Los Lobos should be
National Treasures. They are "nice guys" with a
minimum of flash and posturing. You can tell when you see
them live that they love what they are doing. And it
comes to them to so naturally you almost don't notice
just how great the music and performances are. You get a
CD chocked full of great tracks, not a single
"skipper" in the bunch. The band eclectically
mixes Mexican instruments with "American"
instruments. They stir bajo sexto with guitar, baritone
sax, accordion, et al in combinations that change from
track to track. Music is definitely Roots Rock with
elements of Mexican folk, Cajun, Tex-Mex, and sometimes
Caribbean. The results are irresistible. If you find this
one to your liking, explore similar Los Lobos music on The
Neighborhood and more exploratory Los Lobos music on Colossal
Head.
The Duke Ellington Jazz Party in Stereo:
A reissue on Classic Records (original is a Columbia
6-eye) almost made my list this year, but I wasn't
willing to give up a spot to make room for it.
Fan-freaking-tastic jazz, with fake-sounding
"studio" applause between the songs, but don't
let that stop you from hearing one of the best jazz
records of the classic period (late '50s - early '60s).
The sound on the Classic reissue is worth the cost.
The Clash - London Calling: No
album, as a matter of fact no combined total of any of my
other TOP FIVE albums, has seen as much spin-time as London
Calling (except for Humans, see next). Most of
my endless listening sessions were done between the ages
of 15 and 20, and this album has left a sonic tattoo on
my brain. One day when they need to lobotomize me I hope
they leave the piece that says, "The Only Band That
Matters."
From the scorching title track through the
rockibillyish "Brand New Cadillac," and
spattered throughout with classics like
"Hateful," "Death or Glory,"
"Spanish Guns," and too many more to list, the
music has stood the test of time, and each track is as
listenable today as when released. Is it a rock classic?
Yes! Is it one of the best rock albums of all time? Oh
yes. Are Strummer and Jones frontmen of near-legendary
status? Yes! Are they the only band that matters? Almost!
Sonically, the vinyl walks all over the CD in every
way. The CD sounds thin and lifeless by comparison.
Regardless, the music is so good that I'd listen to it on
AM radio.
Bruce Cockburn - Humans: Between
79 and 80, London Calling and Humans formed
a life-long musical memory. Humans sees Canadian
singer, songwriter, musician Bruce Cockburn at his
acoustic and musical finest. Cockburn's career leading up
to Humans was pure folk performed acoustically. Humans
shows the musical mastering of his craft. Subsequent to Humans
Cockburn traded in his acoustic guitar for electric, but
to my ears has never equaled the intensity, the emotion,
and the musicality of Humans. If I had to go to my
grave with one album, this may be it. Enough said.
Sarah McClachlan - Freedom Sessions:
Freedom Sessions is living, breathing, musically
fulfilling proof that less is more. Sessions is
actually the pre-studio work to McClachlan's commercially
successful Fumbling Towards Ecstasy. It is
stripped down, mainly acoustic, and performed by fewer
musicians with virtually no studio gimmickry. Most of the
songs may be the same on each disc, but you'd never know
it. Fumbling was good, but Sessions is
incredible. The tracks on Freedom Sessions were
never intended to be released, but I think Sarah and the
others knew that something got lost on Fumbling
that was captured and preserved in the raw outtakes of Sessions.
How many other potential albums are out there just like
this?
The sound on Freedom Sessions is phenomenal.
Some may balk at the mis-miking, the errors, and whatever
else shows through, but it is raw, live, utterly
transparent and closer to the real performance than any
other recording I have heard. There are few discs
available that that have this kind of "You Are
There" feel. Can Sarah ever follow it up? I sure
hope so.... Freedom Sessions is my Humans
for the nineties.
The Alan Parsons Project - I, Robot:
It was 1984, and I was really upset. For the previous few
years, I had been listening constantly to a prerecorded
cassette of I, Robot swiped from my father. Well,
nobody ever said cassettes like that lasted, and that
copy bit the dust. Happily, I now had access to an early
CD player, so I replaced that fragile tape with a trusty
new CD that plays perfectly to this day. When I first
listened to it, I was amazed. The title track that opens
the album has layers upon layers of sound mixed in, from
synthesizer notes to a wailing chorus. At that point I
had listening to this recording hundreds of times, yet
putting the CD in was a revelation. There were so many
pieces I'd never heard before, lost in the poor cassette
recording. That day would kick off a quest to find what
else I was missing out on due to fidelity constraints
that continue to haunt me and my wallet to this day. Yup,
that's right, my whole audio obsession dates back to a
playing of this album.
And what is here to provide such motivation? It's hard
for me to pick parts out at this point, it's so tightly
interwoven with my life. I, Robot is an album you
can get lost inside of in so many ways. There are four
instrumental tracks with complicated melodies that can
pull you outside of this mundane world to visit somewhere
just a bit different from your normal existence, a place
where technology wanders on to somewhere it shouldn't
necessarily have gone. As the song lyrics put it, you
head to "some other place, somewhere, some other
time." The liner notes describe the story as
"the rise of the machine and the decline of man,
which paradoxically coincided with his discovery of the
wheel..." Pretty deep for a rock album, huh? The
songs with words support a number of topics on this
theme. Is the hit single from this album, "I
wouldn't want to be like you," about a man looking
at a robot or vice-versa? Who can say.
This album wouldn't be so worthy of note if it also
wasn't filled with superb musicians. Of particular note
is my personal favorite guitarist, Ian Bairnson, who hits
some of the most chilling guitar notes I've ever heard
here. And you get no less than seven lead vocalists,
along with ten backup vocalists and the entire English
Chorale and New Philharmonia Chorus. It's a wonder they
can even fit all this on one CD, I tell you. About the
only bad thing I can say about I, Robot is that
the music sounds a bit dated in spots; there are
certainly some obvious 1977 influences. Regardless, this
is by far my favorite album, and even today I still hope
there is a subtle detail or two left to discover inside
of it.
Robbie Robertson - Robbie Robertson:
It's good to be Robbie Robertson. See, when you're him,
famous from being in The Band and other such work, you
get all kinds of people stopping by to help out with your
solo album. It's not even a couple of minutes into the
first song when he's got Peter Gabriel singing along with
him. He's got all of U2 as his backup band for two songs
(you know you're good when Bono lets you sing lead
and he follows along). And on the back end he's got the
potent combination of Bob Clearmountain mixing and Bob
Ludwig doing the mastering. Now that's all good company
to be in when you're trying to put an album together;
why, you'd have to be Warren Zevon to get more people
then that helping you out. Not that Robbie really needs
all that much help, anyway. No matter who else is playing
along what really catches your attention are the
mesmerizing vocals he has throughout. As far as I'm
concerned, he's never done anything better than this
(Band fans will no doubt argue that point, but I remain
unconvinced). None of his other solo albums match the
intensity that flows through every song.
And the recording is almost impeccable, with the
exception of some of the stuff recorded at the U2 mobile
unit which leaves a bit to be desired. All the
instruments, from the monster drum that rattles
everything I own at the beginning to the great guitar
sound that has always been Robbie's trademark, are
captured and woven together incredibly well. This is one
of those things that is not only enjoyable to listen to,
but serves as an excellent test of the equipment you're
playing it back on. Mobile Fidelity makes a special, top
notch mastered version of this available on gold CD for
about twice what the regular release costs; their version
succeeds in sucking that last little bit of quality out
of the master tapes, but the regular release is certainly
in no great need of improvement (until I heard it myself
I was somewhat doubtful that it could get any better).
Toy Matinee - Toy Matinee: When
visitors stare at my CD collection and ask me to play
something they haven't heard before, Toy Matinee
is usually what I pull out. I've been describing the
combination of Kevin Gilbert and Patrick Leonard to
people for years as "the best band you've never
heard of," and that still holds true today. It's the
lyrics that keep me coming back; anyone who can write a
perfect rock song like "Last Plane Out" (a
minor radio hit for the band in some parts of the
country) and slip words like "harbingers" into
it without seeming pretentious is obviously talented.
Every song is a story in itself. "Last Plane
Out" seeks passage out of a modern-day Sodom near
collapse that sounds suspiciously familiar. There's a
whole collection of tragic women doing everything from
endless one-night stands ("Queen of misery") to
deserting the song writer for a shady Elvis impersonator
("Ballad of Jenny Ledge," supposedly based a
real Gilbert experience). You got your happy families
("We always come home"), and your twisted,
broken, molested families ("There was a little
boy"). Even a tribute to Salvador Dali ("Turn
it on Salvador"). What more could you ask for,
right? Gilbert's vocals are among my favorite of any
performer, and he plays a mean. The rest of the band is
superb, including my favorite non-singing bass player,
Guy Pratt. The whole lot is put together with fantastic
production work by Bill Bottrell. The sound quality is
reference level for rock music, both for clarity and
wimpy-equipment-busting power; this is one of the select
few discs I invariably take with me when I want to make
someone's system scream for mercy.
There's something seriously wrong with the way music
is distributed nowadays that an album this good has sat
in obscurity. I've picked up tons of copies in cutout
bins, even in a dollar store. I give them away to people
on the sole provision that if they don't love it they'll
give it back to me, and I haven't seen a return yet. But
even if you have to pay full price, you won't be
disappointed.
Various Artists - Earwitness
Transcriptions: During a recent visit to Madrigal
Audio Laboratories, I was exposed to a disc called
"Dead Penis." Only after the phrase was
repeated several times did I realize that Jon Herron of
Madrigal was referring to "dead pianists." This
term is Madrigalese irreverence for a collection of piano
music recorded earlier in the twentieth century by some
of the greatest piano players of time, who are now all,
unfortunately, dead. These masters had the foresight to
record on the most accurate medium of their day, the
transcription piano. The resulting "piano
rolls" have been vault-guarded until a properly
restored analogue of the original recording pianos could
be found. Fortunately, for the world of music
reproduction, the folks at Madrigal found just such a
piano, had it tuned to perfection, and then recorded the
most entertaining and educational release of pianism this
humble scribe has ever heard, Earwitness
Transcriptions (produced and distributed by Madrigal
Audio Laboratories, Inc., P.O. Box 781, Middletown, Ct.
06457; Internet address: www.madrigal.com).
Granted, I am no expert on music, piano or otherwise,
but even a dolt such as I can appreciate the difference
in piano technique between Josef Hofmann and Vladimir
Horowitz, both of whom are featured on the double-disc
release, along with Paderewski, Rubenstein, Prokofiev,
Stravinsky, Grieg, Busoni and other greats of the era.
The performances are scintillating, the sound quality is
impeccable, and the accompanying booklet which provides
biographical data and explains the differences in piano
playing, then and now, is a short-course in music
appreciation.
The only caveat is that playback level must be set to
equal that of a live performance in your room. If volume
is set too low, psychoacoustic effects result in lack of
bass tonality, and the sound is a bit too tinkly. At the
right level, however (which is almost loud), the piano
sounds as if it is in the room. On a decently dynamic
hi-fi system, every cut on the disc has moments that
startle. Such piano-playing virtuosity may still exist,
but in the corporate world of processed perfection,
today's recorded performances sound stifled in
comparison. Madrigal merits huge thanks from audiophiles
and music lovers everywhere for giving us an opportunity
to hear the kind of uninhibited playing that made
"rock stars" of pianists at the turn of the
century.
A side benefit of this disc: If you ever find yourself
in a bar arguing about who was greater, Hofmann or
Paderewski, this disc will enable you to compare the two
"side by side." Of course, I'd rather avoid
that kind of a bar, if possible. At $30 retail for two
discs, Earwitness Transcriptions is a bargain
worth seeking out. Think of the money you can earn,
settling bets.
Various Artists - Trance Planet:
To me, the term "world music" has signified a
handful of discs purchased with noble intentions,
listened to once and then banished to the plastic
carousel of broken dreams. Included in the "sin
bin" are such classics as West Indian steel drum
calypso, Bolivian flute and bird sounds, Soweto so-so
acapella and several one-off recordings by Brazilian
back-up musicians. As a result of such wayward investing,
I had practically stopped buying World Music.
That is, until a twist of fate led me to a company
called Triloka Records (www.triloka.com), whose
three-disc Trance Planet collection offers
authentic, well-recorded and soul-satisfying music from
around the globe. The irony in finding the collection is
that I thought I was buying New Age recordings at the
time. As any novice to New Age knows, the field is
treacherous--millions can be lost in the process of
winnowing the wheat from the chaff.
When selecting Trance Planet, I had intended on
something to calm me down, since hammer hits to the head
were no longer working. I soon learned the opposite was
true. The volumes' diverse rhythms and unusual vocal
tonalities energized me. When working as now, I would
repeat the discs over and over, sort of like a test rat
pushing the cocaine lever until he explodes. Come to
think of it, maybe the "trance" bit is real. If
so, the Triloka collection reaches parts of the psyche
that most New Age misses.
Examples of exotica found on Trance Planet
include an Armenian oboist (don't laugh), a German who
sings in Persian, an Algerian who raps in French, Native
American and Israeli percussionists with distinct
grooves, a Malinese diva, a Mozambique band whose music
can be heard on a Microsoft commercial, and a male
soprano from Russia whose spooky rendition of "Ave
Maria" will make baritones cringe in fear. That's
just a partial listing of the cuts on Volume Three
(69712-4110-2), which is a good place to start one's
investigation of the Triloka catalog. In fact, before
sampling more World Music, delve into any volume of Trance
Planet first. The prime selections contained therein
might lead you to purchase the source albums, or at least
help you to avoid more of the dead record syndrome.
Vivaldi - Six Concertos for Diverse
Instruments, Philharmonia Baroque, Nicholas
McGegan, Conductor. Reference Recordings. From the man
with no musical brain comes another no-brainer that
should be on everyone's very short list of classical
music this year. Consider these reasons for plunking down
sixteen bucks and tax: (1) Can't go wrong with Vivaldi;
(2) World-renowned orchestra (according to RR) and a
famous conductor with hits on Harmonia Mundi to his
credit (I knew that); (3) 88.2 kHz, 24-Bit HDCD Masters
are used in a valiant effort to make digital sound good.
Let's not gloss over point (3). If your CD player has the
HDCD filter, the sound of this disc beggars description
but I'm paid to try, anyway. Width, depth, placement and
size of instruments within the SoundStage! is more
reminiscent of actual instruments in a real hall than
almost anything on compact disc. Harmonic definition is
as rich as digits can make it. I could go on but if you
pick your own hyperboles and apply them, you'll have a
decent review. As DAS might say, this disc is goooooood.
Buy a bunch and give them to friends. They will call
you up to gush. Wouldn't you like that? I would, but The
Workin' Man, Dave Duvall, probably wouldn't. If he sends
you the disc, leave him alone.
I find it difficult to name my favorite recordings
because there are so many that I like at different times
and with different moods. Take, for instance, retro 80's
music. Is it good? Not really, but I enjoy it quite a bit
because it takes me back to my University days when fun
was fun and beer didn't sit around in the fridge all
night. That hardly qualifies it as something worth
preaching to the un-converted, though. What turns my
crank is something that is good from start to finish, has
the ability to hold your attention all the way through
and can stand the test of time. Being well recorded is
also a necessity.
Many people complain that there are often obscure
things on these types of lists, but I like it when
someone recommends something that I have never heard of.
If the description appeals to me, I'll quite often look
for it and give it a try. I don't always like it, but
more often than not, it's how it find some of my favorite
music.
Teenage Head - Frantic City: This
is a surprisingly well recorded album from the Toronto
punk scene in the late 70's. To be precise, the band is
really from Hamilton, about 50 miles west of Toronto, as
were many of the Toronto punk bands. I was never a hard
core punker, but I like the more commercial stuff like
The Clash, The Ramones, and some Sex Pistols (although
Johnny Rotten's syndicated radio show "Rotten
Day" is totally pathetic). Teenage Head is of that
ilk and was local (for me) to boot. In fact, one of the
songs on Frantic City--"Brand New
Cadillac"--was covered by The Clash. This is a high
energy album with two big surprises: the band can play
their instruments, and the lead singer, Franky Venom, can
actually sing! I hesitate to put this on a list for the
Internet because it may be difficult to find outside of
Canada, but it's worth it if you can find it.
Keb' Mo' - Keb' Mo': I first
found out about this disc on the Internet on the Hi-Fi
Pages' Favorite Recordings' list. It is a "country
blues" disc which is very well recorded, probably
because there is very little need to overdub and equalize
"a guy and his guitar." Most of the songs on
the album are original, but there is a terrific cover of
Robert Johnson's "Come Into My Kitchen" which
is also one of the few songs with a full band. Keb' has a
very tuneful voice which is somewhat rasping, but perhaps
smoky is a better description. I have played this disc
for friend after friend who has come over and it has
never failed to satisfy.
Miles Davis - Kind Of Blue:
Audiophiles saying that Kind Of Blue is one of
their favorites is kind of like kids saying that Michael
Jordon is their favorite basketball player. It's so
popular, it's almost annoying. Almost. The first time I
heard Kind Of Blue I was astounded by the
simplicity and the depth of the music. I had been
dabbling in jazz and new age for a while with the likes
of David Sanborn and Gerry Goodman and thought I was into
some killer music. I then borrowed some records from a
friend which included Kind Of Blue. The music,
performance and sonics blew me away... and then I found
out when it was recorded! To me, it's the embodiment of
jazz and I don't care how trite people may think I sound
when I say that this album is the greatest jazz recording
ever.
The Sex Pistols - Never Mind the
Bollocks, Here's the Sex Pistols: The Sex Pistols
may not have invented the punk rock sound or the punk
rock "message," but they combined these
elements in a way, at a time, and on an album that has
made the band one of rock and roll's immortal groups. The
eleven songs featured on Never Mind the Bollocks
(many of which were previously released as singles) sent
shock waves throughout the record industry, changing the
face of rock and roll forever. Bristling with
uncontrolled outrage, buzzsaw guitars, and a truly
unforgettable voice, the Sex Pistols sound threatened,
challenged, and outraged like few, if any, bands had done
before. Coarse? Certainly. Offensive? Sure. Unpolished?
Proudly. The greatest rock and roll album of all time?
Without a doubt.
The Clash - London Calling:
Recorded at the peak of their collective creative
ability, London Calling, The Clash's best
offering, is a testament to the pioneering musical spirit
of the punk rock revolution. This genre-bending
collection of songs, including the hard driving
"London Calling," the jagged, neo-reggae
"Guns of Brixton," and the rockabilly-infused
"Brand New Cadillac," shows The Clash unafraid
to step away from their white noise roots and into
unexplored musical territory. Produced with an
audiophile-quality sound which the band used to great
advantage, London Calling is that rarest of
beasts- a well-recorded album filled with excellent
music.
The (English) Beat - I Just Can't Stop It:
Orange County, California was a hotbed of Ska and
Ska-influenced music long before No Doubt's breakthrough
album. I was deeply immersed in the whole mod/ska
movement when it made its way here from England back in
the early '80's, and while I could have selected from any
number of excellent two-tone records from that era to
fill my final pick, the debut album from The (English)
Beat gets the nod. I've listened to I Just Can't
Stop It countless times over the past 15 or so years
and never seem to tire of its propulsive rhythms,
reggae-tinged guitars, and rather inventive songwriting.
Now if I could only find an original U.K. pressing....
Robin Holcomb - Robin Holcomb: To
call a musician a poet is to heap on thick praise,
although in essentially every case I've come across it's
an unfounded conclusion. Poetry is about words
having music as they project their meaning, distinct
music. With this in mind, I would argue that Robin
Holcomb is a poet--so finely wrought are her lyrics that
they could stand alone on the page. Coupled with the
spare and haunting melodies on Robin Holcomb, the
words resonate--a fine poetic word--with deeper, greater
beauty. A supreme late-night, lights-outs,
beer-by-your-side (or scotch) thrill.
Rollins Band - Weight: Many
people find deep meaning in Henry Rollins' plaintive and
often angry lyrics. I find them, and the consummate
playing that pushes them along, to be guilty pleasures.
At best, Rollins is more therapist than
philosopher--which may be more important anyway--but the
daring honesty of his songs makes him special. And songs
like the existence-affirming "Shine" and the
darkly funny "Liar" (at least I think it's
funny) prove that he's onto something. This disc begs to
be played loud. Give in.
Freedy Johnston - Can You Fly?:
It is Freedy Johnston's last two albums, This Perfect
World and Never Home, that have brought him
critical success and a wider audience, yet it is the CD
that directly precedes these, Can You Fly?, that
shows him at his most melodic and lyrically charged. The
songs on Can You Fly? run the gamut--from
down-home country rockers, to introspective folk, to near
surf music--but all are amazingly memorable. I bought my
copy of Can You Fly? at a used-CD store, some
poorer soul leaving it behind for three or four bucks.
Since then, I've been tempted to commit a high act of
audio altruism by purchasing a new copy of Can You
Fly? and then selling the used copy back to the store
where I bought it. In my mind, I'd accomplish two things:
support great music with my dollars and give someone else
the opportunity to find a cheap treasure.
When I was asked to pick my three favorite albums, I
figured it would be a simple task. After all, as one who
enjoys rock, jazz, classical, and world music, coming up
with three picks would be a piece of cake. WRONG! I have
many fave albums in all genres of music, so things
weren't going to be so easy. As a 42 year old (hanging on
to 25), I decided to pick albums based on the amount of
time they spend on my play list. All three just happen to
be guitar albums.
Eric Johnson - Ah Via Musicom:
The excellent second album of the multi-talented,
ex-Christopher Cross band guitarist. Here Johnson expands
on the content of his first solo release, Tones.
Familiar tunes of this disc are "Cliffs of
Dover" and 'Trademark." His mastery of the
guitar is evident with the breadth of style he plays. Wes
Montgomery jazz on "East Wes," country pickin'
on "Steve's Boogie," Texas rock on
"Trademark" and good old rock 'n roll on the
rest. As one of the "true talents" of the
guitar, it's too bad he only seems to be able to put out
a disc once every five years or so.
Al DiMeola - Kiss My Axe: This
was a no-brainer. Al's my all-time favorite. I've been a
major fan since I first heard him with Return to Forever
back in '74. As a solo artist, he continually raised the
mark on fusion jazz. Many of his early releases are
fusion classics, namely, Elegant Gypsy and Casino.
Through the years, Al's experimented with other forms of
jazz as well as some world music, but his forte lies in
fusion. This '91 work is his last fusion work, but also
his best. This disc surely belongs in any guitarist's or
jazz fan's collection.
Ottmar Leibert - VIVA!: Read my
review in July's SoundStage! Music of Merit. One
of the best guitar albums I've heard...period. I can't
think of anyone (with a modicum of taste) who wouldn't
enjoy it. At a recent Atlanta demo of Wisdom Audio's
$25,000. Adrenaline speaker system, I played this disc to
see what these speakers could really do. The
designer/president, Tom Bohlender, liked it so much, he
ran across the street to a music store and bought a copy
to use during the rest of the two day demo.
Let's see, instead of the usual 10 albums for my
Desert Island Discs, Doug, much like George Carlin, has
ordered that I reduce my list of "stuff" even
further. Three discs! Well, I could cheat and just
mention artists with out picking exact albums. Or I could
pick only box sets. Or
Okay, number 1 is Miles Davis' Kind Of
Blue. I know, how "standard repertoire"
of me. No esoteric, unheard of, under-recorded, starving
artist. Yet before we go too far down that lane, take
another look at KOB. Each tune offers the tart to
sweet spread of Coltrane to Cannonball. We also get the
centered playing of Paul Chambers on bass and Bill Evans
on piano, with a little Wynton Kelly for good measure. As
for Jimmy Cobb on drums, just listen. And above, below,
outside and inside it all is the measured trumpet of the
Dark Prince himself. My will states that as I'm buried
they are to play "So What." For me, that sums
it up.
Number 2. Bruce Springsteen's Born to Run.
Obvious you say? Sure, and for obvious reasons. It's a
stunning album. Every theme that Bruce has played with is
on this album. The desperate try for fading chance in
"Jungleland," love as the only possible
redemption in "She's the One," the pure drive
to take life full on in the title track, and the
resignation that the underdog is eventually forced to
face in "Meeting Across the River." Operatic,
driving, moody, sinuous, redemptive, contemplative and
just plain rocking, the music, far from merely
accompanying the lyrics, serves to frame each verse and
highlight the inner detail. If it's been a while, get it
out, get in the car (alone), head out your personal
Highway of Dreams and crank it. Don't come back until
you're 5 times wiser, 10 times more determined and 20
years younger.
Number 3. Okay, now I cheat. Since they were released
on the same day, it is obvious to everyone that Joni
Mitchell's Hits and Misses
are really flip sides of the same album. Screw the HDCD
encoding (even though it's good), sound is not what this
is about, although the same could be said about the first
two albums as well. No, this is about love and need. Love
lost. Love found. The need to love, and the need for
self. It's about sweet and sour love. Angry love. Erotic
love and charitable love. It's about the obscene love and
need for things, power and control as well as the quiet,
desperate love, fear and need we all feel when most
quiet, honest, naked and alone. This is real.
So there they are. What links them, other than my
obviously demented mind? Well, each artist has evolved
over a career. As they have changed, grown, learned,
failed and blundered they have honestly recorded and
revealed themselves. I can pick any work by any of these
three people and be changed by the time the album has
ended. In my book that makes them masterpieces.
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