Saturday, August 29, 2009

Nirvana Live At Reading '92 Coming to CD/DVD in November


For all you Nirvana fans out there hungry for more, Universal is releasing the band's legendary 1992 performance at the Reading Festival on CD/DVD on November 3.

We're gonna wait two weeks and pick it up on vinyl, though. :)

From the press release:

While the show's centerpiece was a performance of nearly the entire Nevermind track listing, also noteworthy were early performances of three as yet unrecorded songs which wouldn't be released until 2 years later on In Utero: "All Apologies", "Dumb", and, in its first ever public performance, "Tourette's".

The career-spanning set list also reaches back to the band's 1989 Sub Pop debut album, Bleach, for "Blew", "About A Girl", "School", "Negative Creep" and first single "Love Buzz".

They travel even further back, to the mid-'80s, for "Spank Thru". Other songs from the Reading set would appear in studio form on the Incesticide compilation later in the year: "Aneurysm", "Been A Son", and "Sliver". Additionally, the band played a pair of beloved covers by two bands that helped shape the formative Nirvana sound; Fang's "The Money Will Roll Right In" and "D-7" by The Wipers.

Noel Quits Oasis?



Seem the brothers are at it again...from the band's MySpace page:

A STATEMENT FROM NOEL

"It's with some sadness and great relief to tell you that I quit Oasis tonight. People will write and say what they like, but I simply could not go on working with Liam a day longer.

"Apologies to all the people who bought tickets for the shows in Paris, Konstanz and Milan."


Bummer because I really thought Dig Out Your Soul was a nice record and was looking forward to Oasis continuing to make some cool music.

Oasis - Don't Look Back In Anger (live 2009)

Friday, August 28, 2009

"Produced by Tom Werman": The Producers



First off, before I go any further, let me tell you some great news. The Producers are reuniting for a few shows in September. You can go HERE for the dates. If you're going to be in Virginia, Alabama, Floria, or Louisiana, you need to get yourself to one of those shows...

Now, if you're anything like I was as a young and crazed kid heavy into his rock & roll, you didn't just come to rely upon certain bands because of their consistency in delivering the goods, you also came to rely upon certain producers. Thus, if an album by a band you'd never heard of carried the immortal words PRODUCED BY TOM WERMAN, then you knew you were looking at a slice of vinyl that might very well knock you on your ass.

Werman, of course, was a newly-appointed A&R guy with Epic Records when he signed REO Speedwagon (who were then managed by an up-and-coming manager by the name of Irving Azoff). His other duties entailed editing singles, which inevitably led to his first production work, on Ted Nugent's debut album for Epic Records.

He later went on to sign Cheap Trick and, after being promoted to staff producer for the label, produced the albums In Color, Heaven Tonight, and Dream Police.

For many, myself included, that is considered the Holy Trifecta of Cheap Trick albums.

Additionally, he also produced the sorely underrated debut by my second favorite band of all time, Off Broadway. That album, On, was out-of-print for ages, then suddenly re-issued by Atlantic not long after the band reformed in the mid-90's.

Thus, as far as this young rock fan was concerned, Werman could do no wrong.

Based on his name being prominently displayed on the back cover, I discovered and came to love albums by the likes of the Gary Myrick, Hawks, Molly Hatchet, and an Atlanta, Georgia band by the name of the Producers.

While I can't remember the last time I pulled out a Molly Hatchet record, no more than a few days go by without cranking up You Make The Heat, the Producers' amazing second record.

The moment that my needle met vinyl, I realized that this album was gonna be a great one. I liked the fact that the drummer had chops similar to The Police's Stewart Copeland and that the band had foregone the cuteness of songs like the dreadful "I Love Lucy" for the harder-edged and emotionally-charged "Dear John". Other songs, such as "Domino" and "Chinatown" were musically sophisticated, yet still rocked with abandon. The band was at their creative zenith and firing on all cylinders.

Of course, "She Sheila" was a monster hit single just waiting to happen. It, of course, never happened and that was that. The band's fate had been sealed and they were soon dropped by Portrait Records.

Singer Kyle Henderson found God, left the band, sang backing vocals on Kansas' Drastic Measures and was never heard from again.

The band, meanwhile, recruited Tim Smith (now bassist in Sheryl Crow's band) and released one more album, Run For Your Life, independently.

A few years ago, You Make The Heat and the band's debut were re-issued on a 2-fer CD (both albums on one disc), but it went quickly out-of-print and now goes for top-dollar on Amazon and eBay.



Back To Basics
She Sheila
Operation
Dear John
Breakaway
You Make The Heat
Merry-Go-Round
Chinatown
Domino

As for Tom Werman, He's been dropping some knowledge over at my blog-away-from-blog Popdose. If you're at all interested in hearing the man take you on a highly readable journey of his industry trials and tribulations, I urge you to get on over there.

Thursday, August 27, 2009

Urgh! A Music War on DVD Now!



Anyone at all into the I.R.S. Records roster, or early '80s post-punk will wanna pick this one up.

When this originally came out, I was in absolute awe. It was as if they took every cool new band on the planet and jammed them all into one great movie - and double-album!

Favorite moment: XTC back when they still played live, ripping through "Respectable Street".

My buds and I would religiously watch it whenever it aired on whatever cable channel was desperate for something to play at some godawful hour.

Now you can watch at any godawful hour you like!

BUY IT NOW!

Time Out For... fun.



Aim And Ignite - fun. ($6.99 at Amazon)

To be completely honest, the prospect of reviewing the debut album by ex-Format singer Nate Ruess and his new band, fun, is one I have approached with a certain level of apprehension. After all, I had been supremely floored by the Format's debut effort, Interventions And Lullabies, and saw the band try valiantly, but fail to match that album on subsequent efforts.

I liken it to Go-Go's guitarist Jane Wiedlin writing "Our Lips Are Sealed" at the tender age of 20 and then spending the rest of her career trying to match the greatness she'd attained her first time out. What had made that first Format record so special was the innocence and naivete of not knowing what they couldn't do. Throw in a few songs fueled by the growing pains of adulthood - the often unavoidable first tastes of heartbreak and disillusion - and you have an album that packs quite an emotional punch.

Of course, nothing the Format did afterward came anywhere near the greatness of that first brilliant stab. And then they were gone. Ruess, of course, surfaced rather quickly with the new band, fun.

Working again with Redd Kross founder Steven MacDonald, who produced The Format'sDog Problems, Ruess relies upon that familiarity to provide the foundation for an intensely new musical exploration. Having relocated to New York to start this band with Andrew Dost (ex-Anathallo) and Jack Antonoff (ex-Steel Train), the change in band and geography would be enough to throw anyone for a loop. Thus, MacDonald's involvement provides much-needed focus, allowing Nate to unleash the fucking fury, which he does in fine fashion.

The album opens with "Be Calm", a song that truly occupies its own musical universe, using orchestral instrumentation to create a tormented and tumultuous landscape.

Where could the album possibly go from there?

The question is quickly answered by the gospel-tinged a cappella intro to "Benson Hedges", which soon gives way to a nifty guitar-bass-drums rumble over which Ruess waxes quite philosophical. This is not a song that intends to merely preach to the converted, but to reach the very back row, touching everyone with their arms crossed in defiance. Ruess sings "I don't care to be forgiven/I only wanna be forgotten" with all the conviction of a sinner, giving the song an engagingly honest revivalist spirit.

Of course, there is also much earthly inspiration to be found in the riveting "All The Pretty Girls", which also opens with a boisterous a cappella refrain that recalls early Queen. Layered backing vocals and orchestral flourishes, a la ELO, create a musical backdrop that is warmly familiar and a refreshing departure from the esoteric and overly precious sounds of current hipster favorites Arcade Fire and the Decemberists.

The album owes a great debt to MacDonald's production, which has truly come into its own on this effort. He adds a plethora of colorful sonic elements while ensuring that each arrangement is kept tighter than a snare drum, yet there is never a moment when the album seems "produced" as much as allowed to come alive.

In all the best ways, this is an album that belongs to another time; one where songs like "At Least I'm Not As Sad (As I Used To Be)" and "Walking The Dog" would blast out of radios all summer long, providing the soundtrack to all the best times and most vivid of memories. I'm sorry, Nickelback and Katy Perry make shitty background music for anything more substantial than a particularly memorable burrito fart. As a side note, let me just say that if you'd have told me twenty minutes ago that "burrito fart" would somehow work its way into my review of this album, I'd have called you a lair, but I digress.

This is "Album Of The Year" material here, folks. I could go on, but, as Joe Perry once said, let the music do the talking.

Wednesday, August 26, 2009

Got Drums?



Having been a fan of the Hooters back in the day, I went so far as to use their drummer's last name when making restaurant reservations because I loved watching hosts stumble over the pronunciation of "Uosikkinen".

Okay, I'm weird.

Anyhoo, turns out David Uosikkinen has been up to a whole crapload of projects since his Hooters days (although he still plays with the band). Did you know that he was one of the tech/music guys brought in to help launch mp3.com?

After that, he was involved in Mp3tunes, Vmix, and 6StringMedia.

The project that might be most interesting to the indie singer/songwriter is Dave U Drums.

For $200, musicians can upload a scratch mix of their track and Uosikkinen will play drums on the track, delivering a finished drum track to you within 72 hours.

According to the site, "All Dave's tracks are risk free - if you don't love it, you get your money back! Once you approved the track we send you all of the separated channels for mixing."

That's pretty damn cool, I think.

Tuesday, August 25, 2009

Cool New Martin Chambers Interview



Lifeboard buddy Matthew Slessler interviews one of the best rock drummers in the world, Martin Chambers of the Pretenders.

CHECK IT OUT

In And Out Of Control with the Raveonettes



While the last few Raveonettes records have alternated between flat-out brilliant (their debut, Chain Gang Of Love) and evidence they'd begun to believe their own hype (second effort, Pretty In Black), I continue to look forward to each new release.

October 6, of course, will bring the release of their fourth album, In And Out Of Control (Vice), and the band has already begun to warm up the PR machinery necessary to warp the minds of America.

Monday, August 24, 2009

Song Of The Week: "A Diamond And A Tether" By Death Cab For Cutie


Death Cab For Cutie have every right to suck these days. After all, they are no longer the indie darlings they once were. They are major label sellouts! I kid, of course, but more than a few once-cool indie acts are sucking hard these days. I won't name any names, of course.



"A Diamond And A Tether" is the sort of song that Ben Gibbard was born to sing and it reaffirms my belief that there is at least one band out there whose heart remains devoted to expressing true feelings in a way that could classify as poetry, art, and a simplicity that borders upon genius.

The tune, of course, is from Death Cab's latest Ep, The Open Door.

The Open Door EP on MP3 - $3.99

The Glenn Beck-ization of America



I've watched with absolute dismay as the country in which I live has continually and quite willingly slid into the shitter. You'd be hard pressed to convince me that the world is in good hands based on the current youth generation, with their eyebrow piercings, tramp stamps, and oversized jeans hanging down around their knees in order to show off their fine choice of boxers.

Of course, the older folks are no better. Baby boomers have gone from sixties idealists to sixty-year-old zealots who religiously follow the mindless and reactionary exclamations of such "news reporters" as Bill O'Reilly, Nancy Grace, and Glenn Beck. They've become the easily-swayed old-timers against which they once railed with great prejudice, accepting party-line propaganda and high-biased opinion as news.

Don't believe me? Fox News ratings are soaring as of late thanks to the channel's inflammatory coverage of the topic. Never mind that nobody at the station has actually taken the time to read Obama's proposal for reform. When you can much more easily capitalize on the baseless fears of an aging generation, which, coincidentally also comprises the largest demographic, why bother with actual facts?

The sad thing is that if you gave people actual facts and eliminated the fear-mongering and hyperbole, you'd have no audience whatsoever. That's because channels such as Fox News have succeeded in lowering the bar to such an extent that anything higher simply alienates the audience.

Sadly, Jack Nicholson's memorable retort, "You want the truth?! You can't handle the truth!" rings so true that its actually quite scary when you think about it.

Those most swayed by the elimination of truth in place of outright Soviet-style fabrication are the ones most likely to wake up nice and early come the next election day.

Thankfully, there are still some people out there who aren't going along with such nonsense. Surprisingly, those people are the advertisers fleeing the Glenn Beck camp after Beck (seriously, do he and Jane Velez-Mitchell need to remind us every freakin' day of their status as reformed addicts?) called President Obama a racist, then didn't, then realized there was actual film in those cameras and that he was fucked.



Such faux pa's may seem potentially damaging to one's career, but, as indicated by Bill O'Reilly's falafel flare up and Rush Limbaugh's pill-popping and insensitive Michael J. Fox imitation have served only to endear them to their audience even more. Beck's blunder too shall pass and, by this time next year, he'll be more popular than ever.

How can that be, you ask?

Because 9 out of 10 people in this country are idiots. What they believe but don't have the guts to say out loud should frighten the bejeebus out of you. What they say when behind the curtain at the local voting precinct alone should keep you up nights. If you don't believe me, let me give you two words to ponder:

Sarah Palin.


[Cute, yes, but with Homer Simpson's brain...thinking about donuts.]

Normally, I wouldn't give a damn. I believe everyone is welcome to their own opinions, but when it has the potential to affect me and my life, then it is no longer just a cute little old lady voting the Fox News party line come election Tuesday. It is a member of a terrorist sleeper cell being lulled, then angered into doing the bidding of a corporation with an agenda all its own.

The dumbing down of America is just the first mission and, in the words of George W. Bush, "Mission accomplished."

Now, my blog reaches a small, but devoted audience. Other than yours truly, not to many idiots to be found. But, you know, I could really drive up viewership and bring in the advertiser dollars if I let you in on a little fact that Glenn Beck sucks Rosie O'Donnell's ten-inch dick every day just before he goes on the air.

I've even got pictures.

Darren, do you realize the shit storm you could start with such talk?

I, uh, (clearing throat) didn't actually mean that Glenn Beck, uh, (nervous and defeated exhale) actually sucks Rosie O'Donnell's ten-inch wang. I just meant that - hey, there isn't actually any film in that camera, is there?

There is?! Fuck, there go my advertisers.

Of course, a year from now, I will be fucking huge.

Iggy Pop "Preliminaires"


Iggy Pop - Preliminaires

I knew going in that this was gonna be a weird Iggy Pop record. I'd heard from some fellow journos that it was a complete trainwreck and that Iggy had finally committed career suicide. The rep at the label (Astralwerks) even went so far as to warn me that the album might freak me out.

Whatever, I thought to myself, bring it on.

After all, Iggy is not the spring chicken he once was and, let's face it, he's given the world more blistering hard rock than we deserve. Over the course of a recording career that now spans five decades, he's also taken the occasional stab at mellower, more pop-oriented fare (as on the near-breakthrough, Blah Blah Blah), but even those efforts were idiosyncratic to the point of ensuring only moderate mainstream success. This was, after all, a guy who'd recorded a paean to a pair of sunglasses his then-wife had given him and, in doing so, gave her (and those fans who cared to listen) a gift that was no less touching in its simplicity.

Now, I'm not saying this to yank your chain, but Preliminaires is an absolute kick-in-the-ass Iggy Pop record. Unlike his past few hard rock efforts that saw him slumming with the likes of Sum 41 in a half-assed, but desperate bid for mainstream relevancy, Iggy seems positively inspired from start to finish. Granted, inspiration could be the direct result of such drastic change in musical setting and, thus, subsequent attempts by Mr. Pop to mine similar territory may never sound quite as fresh as this, the maiden voyage.

"I Want To Go To The Beach" and "Spanish Coast" are lushly orchestrated and gentle odes to life's simple pleasures, with Pop's low, unrefined vocals creating an almost conversational tone that conjures all sorts of mental images of palling around Europe with Pop as host.

On the French tunes - yes, Iggy sings in French on no less than three songs - Iggy fails to avoid all comparisons to Serge Gainsbourg, but he still ultimately succeeds at "being Iggy". Granted, this is a noticeably mature, finally-comfortable-in-his-own-skin Iggy Pop.



The album's only concession to Pop's hard rock past, "Nice To Be Dead", is the audio equivalent of a drunken party crasher at a chic gallery opening. Not a horrible song, mind you, but one that could have been saved for Skull Ring 2, if such a thing were to come to pass.

Such minor quibbles aside, Pop's decision to throw all caution to the wind and make such a brazenly honest record (for the most part) could very well be a career-saving masterstroke.

Sadly, it seems like his label (Virgin/EMI overseas, Astralwerks in the USA) is happy to merely slide the album under the door rather than shout its release from the rooftops. Do yourself a favor and pick this one up, then promise me you'll tell no less than ten people how much you dig it.

Iggy - How Insensitive
Iggy - King Of The Dogs
Iggy - I Want To Go To The Beach

Sunday, August 23, 2009

Coming This Tuesday, Cheap Trick Does Sgt. Pepper (CD and DVD)



This Tuesday brings the official release of Cheap Trick's live redux of the Beatles' legendary album Sgt. Pepper's Lonely Hearts Club Band.

Available on CD and DVD formats, the album is an absolute must-have for Trick fans, Beatlemaniacs, and anyone planning to attend the band's September 13-23 run of Sgt. Pepper shows at the Las Vegas Hilton.

Yikes



Guess who.

Yep, this is none other than Aerosmith singer Steven Tyler in a shot taken only days after he fell off the stage and broke his shoulder, causing the postponement of the rest of Aerosmith's summer/fall tour.

According to a recent Boston Herald report, it appears that the once-sober singer has fallen off the wagon bigtime and that the rest of the band are refusing to return to working on their new studio album until Tyler gets his act together.

Pretty sad. Hope he gets the message sooner rather than later.

Friday, August 21, 2009

Framed Cash...no not Johnny!


I’m sure we’ve all seen it… that dollar bill that most small businesses have taped to the cash register, or framed and hung on the wall behind the counter. It's supposedly the first money the business made and, as is the tradition, is prominently displayed for good luck.

At my favorite Thai restaurant, for example, they have a framed five dollar bill. There are some signatures scrawled on it that I always find myself pondering as I wait for my take-out order. The signatures are probably all business partners or family members, or both.

And what of those businesses that frame the first dollar bill they receive for good luck, but still end up going under? Do they save that dollar bill as a memento of that experience, or do they just put it in their pocket and spend it the same as the rest of their money?

The idea of a dollar once cherished enough to be framed for all to see being taken down from the wall and removed from its frame seems like such a fall from grace, for both the business owner and the dollar bill itself. Once you've tasted that kind of glory, it's got to be next to impossible to go back to a bill that gets shoved into some motel vending machine at 3AM in exchange for a lukewarm can of diet soda. Of course, this is to say nothing of the person who goes from the esteemed status of "business-owner" to just another one of millions trying to make their way in the world.

I know that if it were me taking that dollar bill out of its frame - one that I had once purchased with great care as home for a dollar bill that would surely signify continued success - I would feel the great weight of failure fall heavily upon my shoulders, like a dead body dropped from the tenth floor of an abandoned building. Would I ever spend that dollar bill?

I'd like to think I'd be the kind of guy who'd save that dollar bill, keeping it in the frame, and bringing it out to show every once in awhile. "Oh, and this is from a business I started," I would begin proudly. I'd like to think that I had gone on from that venture to be successful at something else and that I was showing this to someone as part of an oft-told "if at first you don't succeed" speech I gave to young hopefuls.

Chances are, however, that if I kept it, I would probably find little opportunity to bring it out for show-and-tell and that, more than likely, I would happen across it every time I moved from someplace small to someplace smaller and that I'd look at the framed currency and immediately think back to a time when I had held hope and opportunity in my hands. I'd momentarily think about yanking the bill out of the frame and tossing the frame along with the rest of the other stuff that would not be making the trip to my new place.

See, I know me. I've been watching me downsize for the past fifteen years, it seems. At present, all of my worldly possessions can fit in a Toyota Rav4 and still leave plenty of room for my dogs, Tanner and Rufus. I know this because I drive a Toyota Rav4 and have moved four times in less than two years. The first couple required a rooftop carrier. The last couple did not.

What I have learned is that, in life, it is perfectly okay to travel light. I've come to view the older generation, who seem to have held on to EVERYTHING, as antique not only in fashion, but also in thinking. They honestly think there is a reason to hold on to things they haven't looked at in decades. They'd yell at you something fierce if you threw it out in front of them, but chances are they'd also never miss it if you did so behind their back.

Still, there are some things worth holding onto and that's why, locked away in a cardboard box that I placed securely on the passenger side seat the last time I moved, I keep the framed ten dollar bill from the sale of the very first copy of my very first CD.

It stands as a reminder that, though it did not afford me the mansion in Beverly Hills, or the bright red Ferrari, I never actually needed any of those things to feel like a success. The minute I created something out of nothing and then saw that people I didn't even know were eager to pay good money to own it, in my mind I "broke even". Of course, in the real world, I will probably never break even when you consider the cash blown on guitars, drums, recording equipment, crappy vans, gasoline, hotels, truck stop food, etc., but you get my point.

Never let anyone take the joy of chasing your passion away from you. Don't stop believin' (!) that what you have within you is worth sharing with the world.

Bangles - September Gurls (live)
Dandy Warhols - Country Leaver (live KCRW)
Duran Duran - Hungry Like The Wolf (live MTV Unplugged)
Madonna - Ray Of Light (live '09)
Boston - More Than A Feeling
(live '78)
R.E.M. - Second Guessing (live Chicago '83)
Todd Snider - Alright Guy (a tune made popular by Gary Allan, that Snider wrote)
Redd Kross - Crazy World (just a kick-ass tune that I used to play when I was working a crap job in Colorado and saving up to move to L.A.)

KISS, Foreigner, Wal-Mart and Other Assorted Travesties


This week, KISS announced that they are releasing a new album exclusively through big-box retailer Wal-Mart. The new album, entitled Sonic Boom, will include one CD of new material, a second CD of newly recorded versions of their greatest hits, and a DVD of a recent live concert performance in Argentina.

Of course, only a couple weeks prior to that, Foreigner announced that they were releasing a new album exclusively through Wal-Mart. The new album, entitled Can't Slow Down, will include one CD of new material, a second CD of remixed versions of their greatest hits, and a DVD of recent live concert performances in Europe.

This, of course, sounds a lot the recent Journey album that was released exclusively through Wal-Mart. That album, entitled Revelation, included one CD of new material, a second CD of re-recorded versions of their greatest hits, and a DVD of a recent live concert performance.

It sold over 100,000 copies during its first week of release and, as you can imagine, that got the attention of many in the music industry, including Gene Simmons & Paul Stanley of Kiss as well as Foreigner's Mick Jones.

Simmons, of course, has taken marketing to new heights (or lows, Kiss Kasket, anyone?) over the years, but is not above stealing somebody else's good idea and then doing little to build upon it, as demonstrated by his own reality series, which is a complete rip-off of "The Osbournes", right down to the aimless and spoiled son/daughter.

Once Simmons crunched the numbers on the Wal-Mart/Journey project, you know damn well he probably walked into the nearest Wal-Mart and asked to speak to Sam Walton himself.

"I don't care if he's been dead for twenty years," one can almost imagine Simmons saying, with more than a hint of condescension, "Either he gets his ass out here right now and talks to me or I walk next door to Sam's Club and do a deal with them."
Simmons has been milking the KISS brand (and fan base) ever since the original line-up was reformed in '96, with make-up and all, and began a farewell world tour that looked like it might never end. Ace Frehley and Peter Criss, who'd both been pulled out of cold storage and/or yanked from the brink of bankruptcy and were initially up for it, eventually begged off after it looked like yet another victory lap around the globe was in the making.



Rather than fold up the tent and go home to count their millions, Gene Simmons and Paul Stanley simply found a couple ringers, made them wear the trademark Ace and Peter make-up, and continued as if nothing out of the ordinary had happened. Sadly, it seems a majority of their diehard fans have yet to notice the difference. Hey, as long as Gene sings his songs and Paul Stanley continues to shriek his patently lame arena-rock banter between songs, who cares, right?

That seems to be thought process behind KISS's new album, which goes one step further and cuts Frehley and Criss out of the hit songs they'd helped make famous. By re-recording their greatest hits, Simmons and Stanley have ensured that Criss and Frehley don't see one plug nickel from the Wal-Mart deal. Wal-Mart, of course, will no doubt be yanking many (if not all) of the KISS CD's that do feature Criss and Frehley to make room for the new release. Simmons wouldn't want fans to see the new KISS album, balk at its $12 asking price, and pick up one of the band's older hits compilations for $8.99 (of which Frehley and Criss would have received a cut) instead, would he?

Wal-Mart, of course, is only too happy to go along with such plans as long as they get to reap the rewards of aligning themselves with a recognizable and powerful brand like KISS.



In the case of Foreigner, almost the reverse is true. It's a case of a once-popular, but largely faceless band joining forces with the most powerful retailer on the planet. You almost have to wonder what Wal-Mart saw in this deal, as Foreigner have long been without original frontman Lou Gramm, In fact, of the original six-piece outfit that rocketed to the top of the charts with hits like "Cold As Ice" and "Hot Blooded", only guitarist Mick Jones remains.
In that sense, a new Foreigner album is a lot like a new Guns 'n Roses album (which was a huge sales disappointment for the band and exclusive retailer Best Buy); a complete non-event waiting to happen.

As luck would have it, I have gained access to information regarding the next Wal-Mart exclusive:

The Outfield are releasing a new album exclusively through big-box retailer Wal-Mart. The new album, entitled Hey Badda, Hey Badda, Hey Badda, Hey Badda, SWING!, will include one CD of new material, a second CD of newly recorded versions of their greatest hits (both of them, each played five times), and a DVD of a recent live concert performance at Slugger's Sports Bar in Schaumburg, IL.

Top 50 Albums Of The '80s, Part 5 (1-10)



Editor's note: Thank God It's Friday! This wraps up the series and I will now begin the same undertaking for the '90s. I hope you enjoyed reading and listening as much as I did bringing it to you. I also hope it may have led you to purchase one of the albums on the list you might not have already had, or had at one point and are now revisiting.



1. The Joshua Tree - U2

Little needs to be said about U2's crowning musical achievement, but it is worth noting how savvy a decision it was for an Irish new wave band (which is what they were considered by many to be up to that point) to make a gospel record, for lack of a better term. From that point on, there would be no more confusing U2 with the likes of Echo & The Bunnymen and Big Country. [Listen to a live version of "With Or Without You" from their current tour.]



2. Born In The USA - Bruce Springsteen

The Boss needed to make a "big record" after the lo-fi/acoustic Nebraska left the suits at his label wondering if he'd ever live up to his potential, sales-wise. That he had this kind of a record in him surprised everyone. Upon hearing "Dancing In The Dark", I remember asking a friend (a huge Boss fan) if he'd heard "the new Bruce Springsteen single with all the synthesizers" a mere moment before ducking his punch. Much like U2 had done with The Joshua Tree, Bruce had challenged himself and his fans with an album that showed a willingness to venture very much outside his (and their) comfort zone. The end result was an album that appealed to more than just "Brooce" fans while ultimately retaining much of his hardcore fan base. [Listen to "Cover Me".]



3. Life's Rich Pageant - R.E.M.

While Document may be the better album, in our opinion, Life's Rich Pageant is most notable because it made the band more than mere critical darlings. They'd seen how far indie mystique could get them and wanted to go further…much further. On this album, the boys from Athens made a quite intentional statement that they weren't just a little band making albums for indie geeks and rock critics anymore. From the opening chord of "Begin The Begin", this is not your older brother's R.E.M. - this is a band capable of sharing the world stage with the likes of Bon Jovi, and god bless them for giving the world an alternative at a time when there were few, if any.

4. Bad English - Bad English
(just kidding)…



4. Double Fantasy - John Lennon/Yoko Ono

If John had lived, we'd like to think this album would still be as wonderful and, thus, would still occupy the #4 position on our list. Considering half of the album is devoted to Yoko's work, it's still a great artistic statement from someone who'd already given so much of himself. Songs like "Starting Over" and "Woman" are kitschy, sure, but their sentiments ring so true that even the most hardened cynic can relate. One can't listen to the album, of course, without feeling the genuine sense of loss and wondering if we humans are so flawed that we can't not kill that which exceeds our understanding. [Listen to "Watching The Wheels".]



5. Straight Outta Compton - N.W.A.

Never has there been an opening salvo as devastatingly perfect as this one. The idea of a West Coast rap "super group" (whose members nobody outside of L.A. had actually heard of yet) seems laughable, but damn if this gang of genius misfits didn't pull off the impossible. However groundbreaking "The Message" had been, it was a pebble in the pond compared to the depth charge impact of N.W.A's debut. The rap world was turned upside down virtually overnight, with every crew on the planet now emulating N.W.A's gritty street life serenades. In one fell swoop, they'd gone from complete unknowns to a band that single-handedly redefined an entire genre. All of that aside, this is an album that's incredibly listenable from a musical and melodic angle, as well, demonstrating Dr. Dre's immense production and song crafting talents. [Listen to "Fuck Tha Police".]



6. Appetite For Destruction - Guns 'n' Roses

Much as N.W.A. had done for rap, GNR did for Sunset Strip hair metal. By dispensing with the glitz & gloss and painting hauntingly poetic portraits of life on the mean streets, they killed off the crap and forced the competition to either follow or hang it up altogether. Upon its arrival, neither the album nor the band made much of a splash, but when the video for the ballad "Sweet Child o' Mine" hit the MTV airwaves a few months later, life was never quite the same for us, or the band. Unlike most other metal acts who scored a hit with a ballad, then realized that couldn't get anywhere near the charts with their harder stuff, GNR wasn't at all pigeonholed by the song's success. In fact, those who dug the single bought the album and made anthems of songs like "Welcome To The Jungle" and "Paradise City". This was a band that arrived fully formed, it seemed, giving the world the best Aerosmith album Aerosmith had never recorded. Whereas Aerosmith had very much lived the life of which GNR spoke, they'd never been brave enough - or savvy enough - to write about it. Aerosmith, of course, lived to rock another day and, in fact, are still together. GNR did not (and, no, we do not consider the current version of the Axl Rose Sideshow to be GNR). [Listen to "Rocket Queen".]



7. Synchronicity - The Police

Sure, the Police had already tasted success. They'd hit the Top 10 with a song called "De Do Do Do, De Da Da Da", for crying out loud. But, still, Sting wanted more and he knew the only way to get more was to smooth out the rough edges. See, much as we may love songs like "Roxanne" and "Message In A Bottle", one cannot ignore the fact that the band's idiosyncratic sound sometimes got in the way. Sting singing at the top of his register, Stewart knocking out off-kilter reggae-tinged rhythms, and Andy bathing the songs in layers of angular synthesized guitar had gotten them as far as they could go. What could they accomplish, Sting must have wondered, if they played it straight? The answer to that question, of course, was quickly answered by entry of "Every Breath You Take" into the #1 spot in just about every pop chart on the planet. Marrying palatable pop songs to lush videos (a welcome change from the otherwise DIY-style videos the band had knocked out in the past), the Police were now "playing ball" and soon standing alone at the top of the pop world. Well, more accurately, it was Sting alone at the top of the pop world, with his two band mates relegated to unofficial "best-paid sidemen in the world" status. Sting, of course, went on to enjoy a very successful and lucrative solo career, but his music was never as accessible and focused as on this album. [Listen to "Tea In The Sahara".]



8. Purple Rain - Prince

He'd had his first real taste of success with "1999", but he'd not yet established himself as Purple One. With the release of his first major motion picture and the accompanying soundtrack, however, he went from "up-and-coming" to star of stage and screen, not to mention the pop charts. "When Doves Cry" is both a masterful artistic achievement and sensational pop hit (making us wonder why these days the trains no longer meet - you're either an artist or a pop star). The rest of the album beautifully vacillates between the two as the artist wrestles within about which side of the fence he wishes to reside. Much like Sting's post "Synchronicity" work, Prince never fired on all cylinders as consistently as when he recorded "Purple Rain"



9. Thriller - Michael Jackson

Any list of this particular decade's greatest albums would be suspect without mentioning this album in the Top 10. Strangely enough, while "Double Fantasy" is probably an album's whose placement at #4 on our list may necessitate an explanation as to how it could be placed so high, our placement of "Thriller" at the lowly #9 spot probably also begs explanation. Truth be told, when the album was enjoying its groundbreaking chart run (selling one million copies a week at one point and spawning seven Top 10 hit singles) and one could not turn on the radio or the television without being bombarded with the sight or sound of Michael Jackson, we at He's A Whore were more annoyed than mesmerized by the Gloved One. As his music became over-saturated and his bizarre real-life antics began to overshadow his artistic talent, it became harder and harder to separate the music from the odd spectacle. Thus, while we can certainly appreciate the greatness of songs such as "Beat It" and, ahem, "The Girl Is Mine", it is impossible to attribute much of the credit to Jackson when you consider how reliant he has been upon third-rate producers (two words: Rodney Yerkins - okay, one more word: hack) for recent projects. Quincy Jones doesn't get nearly the credit he deserves for his part in the building of the hit machine that was Michael Jackson.



10. Back In Black - AC/DC

One must think long and hard to come up with the name of another band that overcame such seemingly insurmountable odds to create what, in hindsight, is their career-defining moment as did AC/DC. That they managed to do so within eight months of the death of singer Bon Scott makes this album all the more impressive. Most would have taken that long to mourn. Add another eight months to decide their next move. Not AC/DC. They not only hired a new singer within two months of Scott's death, but where neck-deep in recording sessions mere days after that. Of course, the band had already practically finished recording the music for this album when Bon died. He had, in fact, been waiting for them to wrap things up so that he could begin working on his vocals at the time of his death. So, new singer Brian Johnson and the band weren't technically starting from scratch when sessions resumed. Johnson, of course, was under considerable pressure to do the songs justice, both lyrically and vocally and, truth be told, he did so with flying colors. With songs such as "Hells Bells", "Let Me Put My Love Into You", "You Shook Me All Night Long" and the title track, Johnson tackled each song with the libidinous gusto of a teenager and seemed so comfortable in his new role that one could be forgiven for thinking he'd been there all along The album has gone on to sell over 20 million copies worldwide and is just as popular today as it was then. Sonically speaking, it's still a throat-slasher of a record.

Thursday, August 20, 2009

Top 50 Albums Of The '80s, Part 4 (11-21)





11. And Justice For All - Metallica

Their debut, Kill "em All, had been responsible for shedding some much-needed light upon the underground movement that was speed metal. Metallica turned up the intensity with each successive album and saw their fan base grow by leaps and bounds. With the death of original bassist Cliff Burton still looming large, the band had no lack of pent-up aggression. Each track on the album is performed with a blisteringly precise, yet unbridled momentum - like a runaway train gaining speed as it heads into a downhill turn, but never once losing control. "One", of course, was as unlikely a single as there has ever been, but there it was dominating MTV airwaves and playing its part in the chart-topping juggernaut that was Metallica. Many wondered how the band could top this album. While The Black Album would follow a few years later and turn the band into mega-stars and, later, the butt of more than a few jokes thanks to their decidedly anti-Napster stance, this album stands as the band's last moment of uncompromising purity before joining the dark side. [Listen to "Harvester Of Sorrow".]



12. Full Moon Fever - Tom Petty

While there are other albums a lesser rock critic would have mentioned before begrudgingly listing a Tom Petty record (what, no Clash or Velvet Underground?!), the truth of the matter is that if you were stuck on a desert island with, say, the Top 20 albums from this list (and a boat-load of batteries), by the time all was said and done, you'd be glad we had done so. This album fits in perfectly at the #12 slot because it's one of the few albums made by an artist of unyielding integrity that you can actually listen to without it being an exhausting experience. Lou Reed, not so much. That the powers-that-be at MCA initially rejected the album because (to quote one of his own songs) his A&R man said "I don't hear a single", in hindsight, is impossible to fathom. Were they not listening to the same album? Of course, the fact that the album had not one, but three big hit singles ("Free Fallin'", "Running Down A Dream", and "I Won't Back Down") is more of the same poetic justice upon which Petty's career has been built from the start.



13. She's So Unusual - Cyndi Lauper

Go ahead, dismiss this album and Ms. Lauper as strictly '80s pop fluff, we dare you. She's an easy target, of course, as are the guys from the Hooters who co-wrote a handful of the albums songs, but the simple truth is that nobody before or since has melded kitsch with such wonderful God-given talent as Cyndi Lauper. Having been put through the major label ringer with her band Blue Angel and having to go to court to win back her right to record again, Lauper then made an album that is as chock-full of her unique DNA as she is. Sure, you can call the album "calculated" and formulaic", but then you'd be missing out on the fact that it is because she didn't follow the formula, she created it. Seriously, who in their right mind would think covering The Brains' (who?!) "Money Changes Everything" and Robert Hazard (again, who?!) was a sure-fire way to launch a solo career? Thankfully, even when tackling a Prince song ("When U Were Mine"), she does it her way. The girl's got cast-iron clackers. All name-dropping aside, when one listens to the album as a whole, they are (or should be) transfixed by the emotional breadth of the material. Sure, "She Bop" and "Girls Just Want To Have Fun" show Lauper to be quite capable of bringing the kitschy fun, but her subtle performances on the hauntingly beautiful "Time After Time" and "All Through The Night" are evidence that we're not dealing with just another producer's toy here. Of course, one must also attribute a degree of credit to her producer, Rick Chertoff, for bringing together the various elements that made this album work on every level.



14. High 'n' Dry - Def Leppard

Until this album came along, the UK metal scene was very much an area still "under construction" as far as US rock fans were concerned. Only Judas Priest had managed to make in-roads, but were still a couple years away from their American breakthrough when Def Leppard announced their presence loudly and proudly via this album. Working with Robert John "Mutt" Lange (best known for his work on AC/DC's "Highway To Hell" and "Back In Black"), the young Sheffield, England five-piece married soaring pop hooks to classic twin-guitar riffs and managed to beat Priest at their own game. Although the album is best known for "Bringin' On The Heartache", "You Got Me Runnin'" and the title cut, the whole album works, ebbing and flowing brilliantly from one rocking track to the next.



15. Scarecrow - John Mellencamp

There were those who never thought Johnny Cougar would ever amount to much. Then there were those who thought "Hurts So Good" and "Jack & Diane" was the rock & roll equivalent of lightning striking twice. Thus, by the time Cougar took back his legal surname and started making party-approved rock music with a social conscious, they must have truly been scratching their heads. Of course, this sort of thing has always been the rocket fuel that inspires Mellencamp to reach new heights. Sure, his devil-may-care attitude and rebellious swagger may have alienated a few people along the way, but, with the release of Scarecrow, no one could deny that the guy's heart was in the right place. All messages aside, this is an album that rocks with glorious abandon; he and his longtime recording & touring band firing on all cylinders. Mellencamp could very well have chosen to dumb things down to get his point across, but he didn't. That Mellencamp achieved his greatest commercial success with an album that was, by far, his most selfless and uncompromising is proof that if you give people music with heart, mind, and soul, they will respond. [Listen to "Lonely Ol' Night".]



16. 1984 - Van Halen

What was left for Van Halen to accomplish? They'd already climbed to the top of the hard rock mountain on their first album, establishing Eddie Van Halen as the most influential (and emulated) guitar hero of his generation, and toured the world to sold-out crowds every step of the way. Admittedly, subsequent albums that followed their hallowed debut effort brought increasingly diminishing returns. Ultimately, Diver Down had been so heavy on the filler that the talk around town, so to speak, was that America's Favorite Party Band had run out of ideas. If one had been privy to the behind-the-scenes goings-on in Eddie Van Halen's head, more than likely they'd have seen a guy bored to tears by his instrument of choice. Still craving an outlet for his creative talents, he turned to, of all things, the synthesizer and - VOILA! - both he and the band were reborn. We wonder how many people rushed out and bought the new Van Halen album sight unseen on the day of its release, put it on the turntable and, as the synth intro to "Jump" (entitled "1984"), wondered if they'd been given the wrong album by mistake. Even after a couple songs, there must have been more than a few still scratching their heads. Was this really Van Halen or had the Thompson Twins finally decided to rock out with their cocks out? Of course, upon first listen to tracks such as "Panama" and "Hot For Teacher", everyone knew this was Van Halen. Not just Van Halen, mind you, but Grade-A, Kick-Ass Van Halen. Hard rock was never the same, for better and worse, and neither was the band.



17. Let's Dance - David Bowie

When it comes to reinvention, there are very few who can hold a candle to David Bowie. After all, he had single-handedly ushered in an air of spectacle and imagination that had, up until then, only been hinted at by others. The Beatles had worn color-coordinated marching band costumes for the cover of Sgt. Pepper's Lonely Hearts Club Band and then promptly discarded them once the photo shoot concluded, one would think. Bowie, on the other hand, chose to accept the costume as reality and live vicariously through a character of his own making. In fact, he'd done so almost to the point of his own peril, as evidenced by a serious drug addiction that had marred earlier efforts. By the time Let's Dance arrived, nobody expected much from the Thin White Duke, as he'd already blown through enough characters and styles for ten careers. Granted, we had been treated to some great music along the way, but, ultimately, one was left wondering "Who is David Bowie?" Let's Dance, perhaps more than any Bowie album before or since, is the answer to that question. Not coincidentally, it is also the most commercially-successful album of his career, coming at a time when his career needed it more than ever. What makes Let's Dance so noteworthy is Bowie's dedication to the music. Each song has its own unique character, whether it be the Asian delight of "China Girl" or the forever-out-of-time hopeless romantics that inhabit "Modern Love", and Bowie develops them so fully that one almost needn't a video to draw their own visual conclusions. That Bowie would reach his highest chart peak and become one of the most recognizable faces of the MTV generation by playing himself must have come as quite a surprise to him.









18. TIE: Lyle Lovett - Lyle Lovett
, Guitar Town - Steve Earle
, Guitars, Cadillacs, Etc. Etc. - Dwight Yoakam
, Wild Choir - Wild Choir
1986 was a big year for the "reinvention" of country music. Near as we can tell, it was reinvented three times that year; once by Lovett, another time by Earle, and lastly by Yoakam. Each, of course, enjoyed a brief time atop the country music summit, during which time they were hailed as the new hope of country music. In hindsight, none of these albums are particularly groundbreaking, nor do they stand as the best example of their respective artist's talents, but they do stand as reminders of a time when country music had grown sick of itself and was looking for something more. Now, if they'd have actually been serious about finding something truly special, they'd have embraced the self-titled album by a band called Wild Choir that was, in fact, the musical brainstorm of executives at RCA's country label who signed Gail Davies with the intent of building a top-flight band around her. They did and, of course, both the band and album fell on deaf ears - never to be heard from again. To date, the album has never been re-issued on CD and, considering the amount of pointless crap that has been re-released on CD over the years, that is an abominable oversight.

Steve Earle - Hillbilly Highway
Lyle Lovett - Farther Down The Line
Dwight Yoakam - Guitars, Cadillacs
Wild Choir - Safe In The Arms Of Love