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10 FAVORITE ALBUMS OF ALL TIME

(Some Aging Music Lovers Do That LISTING Thing… With Focus)

Hey dude, what’s your favorite album?

Imagine the number of times this topic has come up between music lovers through the years. And now imagine the lively debates every time there is a new “Best Albums of All Time” list from Rolling Stone or Pitchfork or Mojo or Consequence or Pop Matters or the just-published “500 Best Albums of All Time” special issue presented by the British music magazine UNCUT, an issue that I devoured eagerly over the course of a week in February. Music fans love lists… they like to discuss them, MAKE them and talk about why such and such a publication is way off in their choices. But the fact is, it’s entirely subjective, right? One person’s opinion is just that, an OPINION. And for the purposes of this article, we are making an important distinction. When you start arguing about the BEST albums of all time or the most INFLUENTIAL albums of all time, that becomes a pop culture exercise that requires knowledge and context and respect for “critical consensus” that puts everything in a weightier framework than the much simpler “favorite albums.” There are entire books and endless “special issues” that direct you to “100 Albums You Must Hear Before You Die” or the simple Uncut approach mentioned above, if you want to get an appraisal of what the critics say are the very best musical recordings ever. But there is something FREEING and non-controversial about simply saying “these are my personal favorite albums.” And my hunch is that most serious music lovers would delight at the chance to go down that particular road. So we are doing it here. Seven of us very serious music fans, all but one either approaching 60 or beyond it, have contributed to this article to simply say “THESE are the albums that have meant the most to me overall, and here’s why.” With all the music that has been released through the years, WHY do certain albums make our personal lists? I think it’s a worthy question, and we all hope you readers out there will find this piece a stimulating read. What do YOU like most, fellow music fans? Maybe the following lists will inspire some reflection.

A word about formatting: You’ll notice that the way albums are listed varies from participant to participant. Sometimes the Top 10 appears in order from 1 to 10, sometimes it is reversed, to provide for a sort of “conceptual suspense,” and sometimes no numbers appear at all. In each case this is by preference of the writer, and is indicative of nothing more than the “aesthetic” of taking on an assignment like this. As with everyone out there who listens to music, sometimes one finds it easy to make a “Top 10” list, and sometimes one just CHOOSES from a wide range of possibilities, and the sequence doesn’t particularly matter. It’s all part of the game, right? (KR)

KEVIN RENICK

(1) Ephemera Norway: MONOLOVE Sometimes we develop an intimate relationship with a particular album, almost like it is a divine lover or something, and over the course of 20 years, I sure did that with this Norwegian girl trio’s fifth album. Blissful emotive pop music that is filled with empathy, contemplation and exquisite singing and arrangements, this album still has the unique ability to instantly change my mood whenever I play it, and to give me a better perspective on life. And with peerless songs like “Chaos,” “On the Surface,” “City Lights” and the wildly inventive “Dead Against the Plan,” MONOLOVE has soundtracked my spirit-in-motion more than almost anything else ever released. A Nordic masterpiece, the apex of Ephemera’s singular career, and a sonic lover I can never quit.

(2) The Beatles: REVOLVER At the time it was released, I would NOT have been able to articulate why this fabs’ album was so much better than what had come before. But the concept of the ALBUM had evolved…the notion that a group of songs could hold together as a musical statement, and immerse you in every detail that the group served up. Hearing songs like “And Your Bird Can Sing,” “Good Day Sunshine”, “Here, There and Everywhere” and the revelatory “Tomorrow Never Knows” was startling and unforgettable for those of us hearing this music at the time. The Beatles knew that music was evolving rapidly, and they wanted to take us down a new road that was bound for the unknown.

(3) Simon and Garfunkel: BRIDGE OVER TROUBLED WATER I spent many watershed moments listening to these guys in my formative years, and honestly, this was just a pivotal album in my life. Impeccably recorded and produced, the obvious climax to the duo’s partnership, what was fascinating about this album was how diverse and quirky it was. You got the Peruvian-styled “El Condor Pasa,” the percussion-laced “Cecilia” (made more significant for me when I dated a girl actually NAMED Cecilia; we sang along to it together one glorious drunken night in college) and the weird and offbeat “Why Don’t You Write Me,” all sharing space on a powerhouse album that was anchored by the timeless title track and “The Boxer.” A true classic, and without doubt one of the greatest LPs of all time.

 

(4) Nick Drake: FIVE LEAVES LEFT I’ll never be at a loss to say things about the great Nick Drake. A young and overtly melancholy British tunesmith who sadly didn’t live long enough to see how big his influence would become, Nick saw deep into the wells of life, love, solitude and emotion and was able to get that depth into his haunting songs, such as “River Man,” “Fruit Tree”, “Time Has Told Me” and “Three Hours.” Those who know Nick’s music cannot forget it, and are happy to talk about it any old time. Peerless ruminations on the challenge of being a feeling human.

(5) Joni Mitchell: HEJIRA So much can be said about Joni Mitchell’s powerhouse songwriting, and I’ve said a lot of it myself. But this album in particular had enduring resonance for me, as it managed to soundtrack the notion of travel as a path to self-discovery, loneliness as a thing to acknowledge at all times, and, more personally, a yearning relationship with a lovely girl in Wisconsin (where the album’s photography was done) as a catalyst for thinking more deeply about life in general. Utterly masterful songwriting and sonic ambience, with little bonuses like Neil Young’s greatest harmonica playing (on “Furry Sings the Blues”), Jaco Pastorius’ inventive bass playing and transfixing lyrics about maps in service stations (“Refuge of the Road”), Amelia Earhart’s possible musings and comparisons to old friends’ lives (“Song For Sharon”) spurring Joni to some of her all-time best songwriting.

(6) Brian Eno: ON LAND I was predisposed to like ambient music early on, as I was effortlessly moved by sonics that evoked the mysteries of nature, and the utter loneliness of REALITY itself, which ambient music was a soundtrack for. Eno’s unconventionally composed ambient masterpiece was an absolute revelation for me, a journey straight into the heart of wilderness in all its complexity that caused me to write to the musician one fateful day in 1982 and essentially pour my heart out to him about my astonishment over his work. He responded enthusiastically, and it was one of the most magical moments in my entire life.

(7) Talking Heads: REMAIN IN LIGHT In the late ‘70s and early ‘80s, music was changing rapidly and all sorts of remarkable innovations were happening with the young enthusiastic groups that were electrifying the scene at the time. I was a huge fan of New York’s eclectic quartet Talking Heads, and their Eno-produced fourth album REMAIN IN LIGHT was totally original and transfixing. Rhythmically groundbreaking (influenced overtly by African visionary Fela Kuti) and philosophically challenging, this was a very important album for me in my college days and the kind of album that could shift your entire attitude towards art and creativity. It did that for me then, and is still doing it NOW, 45 years later. And “Once In a Lifetime” is one of the key new wave songs of my entire life.

(8) Neil Young: AFTER THE GOLD RUSH/HARVEST I can’t help declaring a TIE between these two legendary Neil albums. Both were pivotal in my life, both made me want to write songs myself, and both saw Neil reaching previously unmatched songwriting heights. I had major experiences with both of these albums, let’s just leave it at that for now. Although I should add that “Tell Me Why,” “Birds,” “Southern Man,” “Out On the Weekend” and “Words” were to become pivotal soundtracks for the lonely teenager I was at the time.

(9) Paul Winter: PRAYER FOR THE WILD THINGS If nature and the concept of WILDERNESS are part of your life, an album like this from Paul Winter is going to affect you. Winter’s concept here was to capture a typical day in the forests of the Colorado Rockies, while combining the actual sounds of the wildlife of that setting and blending them into his musical ensemble, which consisted of cello, brass and evocative strings and percussion. It’s a tribute to the importance of wilderness itself, and a subtle lament for what we are losing as we continue our “progressive” ways in America. Haunting, atmospheric, and 100% organic, this is one of THE most evocative albums of all time when it comes to reminding us of nature’s diversity and importance. It also straddles an interesting intersection between new age, ambient and world music.

(10) Danielson Famile: TELL ANOTHER JOKE AT THE OL’ CHOPPING BLOCK Sometimes if you’re lucky, you wander into a record store when they are playing an album you are simply MEANT to hear. It wasn’t THIS album I heard at Vintage Vinyl back in the ‘90s, but it was definitely this group, a family band with a completely original, high-voiced lead singer who had a few things to say about empathy, awareness and yes, the spiritual component we humans perhaps needed badly. Daniel Smith has one of the highest natural falsettos in the world, and he employs it in this stunningly original Kramer-produced disc to talk about mothers, death, “hungry humans” and the search for spiritual fulfillment. I’ve only made this statement once, EVER, but I am on record as saying that if music THIS original and THIS hypnotic had something to do with promoting the essence of Christianity, then I was willing to go along. If the art makes me feel something overwhelming and magnificent, I will give the message a bit more of my time. There is simply NO ONE else that sounds like the Danielsons, and they instantly make me smile when I hear them… despite NOT being many others’ cup of tea.

Listing “honorable mentions” might be cheating just a tad, but if I were to push past the ten here, I’d include The Who’s TOMMY, Pete Namlook’s AIR II and probably Paul Simon’s debut on my list.

DARREN TRACY

Back in the Mule’s infancy, I started a list called “The 100 Greatest Albums of All Time (According To Me).” I think I actually made it to number 96 (starting at 100) before I got sidetracked. The list still exists and I fully intend to review all 100 of them. There’s a solid core group of records that haven’t changed much since I first created the list, but whenever I think that I’ll kickstart the thing again, I shuffle some things around and replace an album or two with something that I think should be highlighted. Having said that, my Top Ten hasn’t changed at all since I created the original list in 2013. When Kevin suggested this multi-writer excursion, I was excited to see what some other writers would choose (I was fairly certain that I could at least guess the artists – if not the exact albums – that would be on Kevin’s list. I wasn’t far off, by the way) and I definitely wanted to throw my two cents (ten records?) in. I told Kevin that I could virtually guarantee that my list wouldn’t be anything like anybody else’s and that certainly held true (though Dave’s comes as close to my “populace Rocjectivity” as any other here; once Kevin saw my list, he agreed that it was certainly different from what he was expecting). Obviously, for this exercise, I won’t be delving in nearly as deeply as I will when I tackle them for my list of 100 greatest. And, so… without further ado, I humbly submit my` 10 Favorite Albums of All Time:

(1) Alice Cooper: BILLION DOLLAR BABIES Having consumed Alice Cooper’s first five albums, I was primed to be impressed upon the release of the band’s sixth record. And I was! From the opening chords of “Hello Hooray,” it was obvious that BILLION DOLLAR BABIES was special. “Raped and Freezin’,” “Elected,” “Sick Things,” the gender-bending ballad “Mary Ann,” and “I Love the Dead” all hold a special place in my heart (and my twisted psyhce). I mean, seriously, what’s not to love?

(2) The Jam: SOUND AFFECTS The Jam’s Paul Weller had his “angry young man” bonafides on full display on the trio’s early albums – especially IN THE CITY and ALL MOD CONS. But, it was his ability to craft a song that really impressed me. The group’s fourth album, SETTING SONS, featured a somewhat new sound, with great tracks like “Smithers-Jones” and “Private Hell,” but it was record number five, SOUND AFFECTS that saw Weller hit his peek as a songwriter. “Pretty Green” kicks things off in fine fashion; other stand-out tracks include “That’s Entertainment” and “Start!.” Simply stated, this is Weller’s PET SOUNDS or SERGEANT PEPPER’S-like masterpiece. An absolute treat for the ears!

(3) Wishbone Ash: WISHBONE FOUR Not many in my small (okay… tiny) circle of friends give much credence to Wishbone Ash or their recorded output (except maybe a begrudging acknowledgment to ARGUS, this album’s immediate predecessor), particularly WISHBONE FOUR. While there are a couple of flat-out rockers, the album is comprised of what could be called “pastoral” progressive folk rock. While the album as a whole is all prime-cut, I generally prefer listening to side two, which kicks off with the rocker “Doctor,” followed by “Sorrel,” the beautiful “Sing Out the Song” and ending with my all-time favorite Wishbone Ash tune, “Rock ‘n’ Roll Widow.” For me, WISHBONE FOUR stands the test of time far better than ARGUS, but that’s just one man’s opinion.

(4) Emerson, Lake and Palmer: BRAIN SALAD SURGERY This is the album that turned me into an ELP fan. A little over half of the first side is made up of four wildly divergent tunes: “Jerusalem,” the Alberto Ginastera piano concerto “Toccata,” Greg Lake’s tour de force “Still… You Turn Me On” and the giddy dancehall rag of “Benny the Bouncer.” The remainder of the album features a massive suite, in three impressions; clocking in at 29:32, “Karn Evil 9” is a mindblowing example of what these three legendary musicians were capable of together: Carl Palmer was (and still is) a formidable technical machine sitting atop his drum stool; Greg Lake was an impressive bass player with a majestic set of pipes and, he could play a bit of guitar, too; Keith Emerson was doing abusive things to his keyboards and coaxing sounds out of his early-model synthesizer that was a decade ahead of the times.

(5) New York Dolls: IN TOO MUCH TOO SOON As much as the Dolls’ debut record gets high marks for its seemingly haphazard approach and neo-punk aesthetic, I’ve never been a fan of Todd Rundgren’s production on that album. For me, the legendary Shadow Morton, who produced such groups and artists as the Shangri-Las, Janis Ian and Vanilla Fudge, was able to give just the right touch to the boys’ shambolic sound on their second full-length. In my estimation, every track – half originals and half well-chosen covers is a winner. By featuring so many cover tunes, I think that maybe producer Morton saw a way to push the band into a more mainstream, marketable direction without damaging their punky New York roots. Whatever the reason, it obviously worked for me!

(6) Grand Funk Railroad: SURVIVAL Grand Funk Railroad were one of the most reviled bands throughout their original run. Not by the fans, but by the “elite” music press (ROLLING STONE in particular). SURVIVAL was the fourth album released by the Funk in less than two years. Don, Mark and Mel were still hitting on all cylinders, with a great selection of originals and a pair of well-chosen covers. Favorite tracks here are the Don Brewer/Mark Farner tune “I Can Feel Him In the Morning,” a chilling, spiritual number that starts with several children describing God, with the last child’s final words, “And… if you’re good, you’ll live forever. And, if you’re bad, you’ll die when you die,” echoing into the song’s intro. Farner and Brewer share lead vocals on this song, as well as the other highlight, a killer version of the Stones’ “Gimme Shelter.” The other cover, Dave Mason’s “Feelin’ Alright,” is a whole buncha alright, too!

(7) The Sensational Alex Harvey Band: THE IMPOSSIBLE DREAM I discovered the Sensational Alex Harvey Band (SAHB) on one of those late night music shows (DON KIRSHNER’S ROCK CONCERT or THE MIDNIGHT SPECIAL) where the band performed “The Hot City Symphony” and their version of Alice Cooper’s “School’s Out.” The next day, I immediately checked for any albums by the group at the local Radio Shack, were I had to special order their latest release, THE IMPOSSIBLE DREAM. These guys could (and did) play just about any style of music Imaginable, from hard-driving, melodic pop to oddly progressive jaunts to the adventurous Big Band Swing of “Sergeant Fury,” complete with a Ragtime-style piano break. THE IMPOSSIBLE DREAM is unapologetic, unmitigated Rock and Roll bombast by one of Scotland’s finest exports.

(8) Sixteen Horsepower: SACKCLOTH ‘N’ ASHES The major label debut from Denver’s 16 Horsepower, was – if not the first – a very early example of what would become known as Americana music. David Eugene Edwards’ lyrics tended toward the spiritual (his grandfather was a Nazarene preacher), Native American mysticism and Gothic imagery. While the band never veered to far from their roots, over the course of four more studio albums (LOW ESTATE, SECRET SOUTH, HOARSE and FOLKLORE), they did turn into more of a rock group, utilizing standard “rock instrumentation.” SACKCLOTH ‘N’ ASHES found them at the pinnacle of their creative genius. It comes highly recommended by this scribe; have I ever lied to you about this kind of stuff?

(9) Three Dog Night: HARD LABOR Known more for their early ‘70s dominance of the AM radio dial and singles charts, the band’s eighth album, 1974’s HARD LABOR moved into a more Rock and Blues style while maintaining the tight vocal harmonies (though Danny Hutton’s participation was minimal due to a continuing substance addiction) and playing, highlighted – in particular – by drummer Floyd Sneed and guitarist Michael Allsup. Honestly, there isn’t a dud to be found anywhere on this record. If you only know Three Dog Night as a lightweight pop, singles band, HARD LABOR may just change your mind.

(10) Budgie: IN FOR THE KILL This is the first Budgie album I ever owned. Obviously, others followed, including the group’s self-titled debut, which featured the improbably named “Nude Disintegrating Parachutist Woman.” Budgie is the ONLY hard rock trio with a helium-throated bass player you’re likely to hear at the ol’ Tracy homestead. Unlike a certain group of haughty Canuckleheads, these guys never took themselves too seriously. But, if you’re looking for bonafides, Metallica recorded “Crash Course In Brain Surgery” for their EP of covers, THE $5.98 EP – GARAGE DAYS RE-REVISITED. For my money, you can’t go wrong with IN FOR THE KILL, featuring stellar performances by vocalist/bassist Burke Shelley, guitarist Tony Bourge and at-the-time new drummer Pete Boot.

As a consolation prize (and to, hopefully, point you to another list called – what else? – GREAT LIVE ALBUMS), here are my top two picks for favorite live recordings:

(1) Stiff Little Fingers: HANX A single piece of vinyl that captured SLF at the height of their feisty, militaristic Punk best.

(2) The Tubes: WHAT DO YOU WANT FROM LIVE This is one of those “If you know, you know” records. Two records of wicked parody tarted up with great songwriting and musicianship. If you need more proof of the quality of WHAT DO YOU WANT FROM LIVE, future Disney choreographer Kenny Ortega is on hand performing the same for this show; if you listen REAL hard, you may able to hear him groaning at what he had wrought.

STEVE WAGNER

It is said that writing about music is like dancing about architecture. But even knowing we can never convey the power of music with mere words on a page, aficionados write about it as a true form of self-discovery. We arrange our cherished top ten lists with a precision rarely employed in any other endeavor, not (entirely) because we are obsessive-compulsive, but because we sense, at our vibrational core, that our relationship with music is essential to who we are, and who we are becoming.

Parsing a lifetime of rapt listening into only ten favorite albums is impossible without excising huge swaths of music history, setting aside entire beloved genres, ignoring the critical consensus, and braving potential ridicule from peers for serious lapses in taste. That said, this is a list of ten albums that, for me, are perfect. If there was a desert island with my name on it, and pleasepleaseplease let that be the case, these are the ten albums that Wilson and I would be grooving and contemplating to:

(10) The Beach Boys: SMILE The music historian in me could make a strong case that the “album” we envision when we say the name SMILE is the most ambitious, far-reaching in scope, and psychologically layered work of American musical art produced in the last sixty years. But even if this were true, it would not qualify for my list unless the music was as endlessly fascinating as the project’s legendary saga. This is peak creativity from (yes) a musical genius, a fearless and inspired artistic leap of faith for Brian Wilson. For the best “version,” I suggest disc one from THE SMILE SESSIONS. It exhibits brilliance in every melody, lyric, and production flourish, and the total listening experience is like no other in the history of popular music.

(9) The Beatles: REVOLVER I was eleven when I got it. I was stunned. These were the best songs I’d ever heard. The ones I didn’t yet understand – “Love You To,” “Tomorrow Never Knows” – made the experience all the more mystical and extraordinary. As for “Eleanor Rigby,” “Good Day Sunshine,” “Got to Get You Into My Life,” and, most of all, “Here, There, and Everywhere,” well, I just couldn’t believe anything in life could be so breathtakingly beautiful. I’m 64 now, and still utterly in awe of REVOLVER. This was the big leap forward, for the Beatles as a band, and for me as a music lover. It encapsulates everything I love about the Beatles, everything that I love about music.

(8)Derek and the Dominoes: LAYLA AND OTHER LOVE SONGS This double album, which I saved up for and bought at age fifteen exclusively for the song “Layla,” with which I was completely obsessed, was far more crucial than I could have ever imagined. It introduced me to the Blues. I’d been exposed a bit through the Stones and Led Zeppelin, but this album was different, it was just awash in the Blues, crying out in pain from every groove. Even now, after plumbing the depths of the genre for decades, LAYLA AND OTHER LOVE SONGS sounds as authentic, raw, and utterly despairing as any Blues I’ve heard. When I’m feeling bad, I listen to this record. It always makes me feel really, really good.

(7) Lindsey Buckingham: OUT OF THE CRADLE Moving to California from the Midwest was the most challenging transition of my life. OUT OF THE CRADLE came out right before I hit the road, and I listened to it non-stop while driving across the country. With this inspired album as my guide, I was ready to take on the world. It is all about reinvention, rebirth, letting go of the old and welcoming in the new. This album was my musical mantra. With his greatest collection of songs on any record (Fleetwood Mac or otherwise), OUT OF THE CRADLE is Lindsey Buckingham’s reclamation as an artist and zenith as a musician, composer, and producer. I truly needed this album then, and I still do now.

(6) The Moody Blues: DAYS OF FUTURE PASSED Is this Rock’s greatest concept album? I can’t imagine a more universal one. Or a sweeter one. A true innovation of the psychedelic era, DAYS OF FUTURE PASSED is a trippy and reflective romp through 24 hours in the day of an ordinary life. Here, the gently rocking and ethereal mellotron music of the Moody Blues, with stellar compositions from all five members, perfectly complements the lilt and whimsy of Dvorak’s “New World Symphony,” creating a deeply satisfying synthesis of soundscape and song cycle. This album makes me feel grateful to be alive.

(5) kd lang: INVINCIBLE SUMMER kd lang is the greatest singer of my lifetime. I know those are big words, but have you listened to her? She can sing anything. That said, I love her sensual approach to music even more. INVINCIBLE SUMMER is kd at her most confident and uninhibited; she’s positively giddy with love throughout. Her lyrics are dripping with desire but she’s always clear and perceptive, reaching for love’s deeper meaning and expression. The production is pristine and playful, the arrangements sport myriad exotic instruments and futuristic sounds, and kd’s rich, utterly singular voice has never been more joyful. INVINCIBLE SUMMER sounds like how a summer romance feels.

(4) Jeff Beck: BLOW BY BLOW Jeff Beck’s move into jazz fusion in 1975 was a seismic event in the evolution of the guitar. On BLOW BY BLOW, Beck’s melodic instincts and virtuosic playing are perfectly complimented by George Martin’s lush production and Richard Bailey’s expressive drumming, elevating this album into the Music of the Spheres. More than just my favorite album by my favorite guitar player, BLOW BY BLOW is a milestone in my evolution. It opened my mind to jazz, leading to a lifetime of musical exploration and immense listening pleasure. This was when I GOT IT.

(3) Joni Mitchell: COURT AND SPARK I love Joni Mitchell’s discography so much that six of her records were in serious contention for this list, but it always comes back to COURT AND SPARK for me. BLUE may have been more influential, and HEJIRA more intimate, but COURT AND SPARK was the zeitgeist, an immediate classic that captured the spirit of its time distinctively and enduringly. Here, Joni transforms from folk singer to band leader, from songwriter-of-note to major artist and cultural icon. She dives the depths of the divine feminine on this flawless record. From the hopeful romantic of “Help Me,” to the wallflower of “People’s Parties,” the floozy of “Raised on Robbery,” the jilted date of “Car on a Hill,” and most poignantly, the vulnerable lover/yearning everywoman of “The Same Situation,” Joni brings the Goddess to life, a modern woman with an ancient soul.

(2) The Beatles: ABBEY ROAD It’s their most exquisitely produced album. It’s the first in which George’s songwriting truly equals that of John and Paul – both at the peak of their powers. It matches REVOLVER in song quality and PEPPER in conceptual brilliance. Most importantly, ABBEY ROAD’s towering artistic, critical, and commercial achievement, against all odds given their compounding personal issues, elevates the Beatles’ legacy immeasurably. Without it, their dissolution would have been all the more tragic; with it their divine status is assured forever. I love that they found it in themselves to do this, to let music and love prevail. ABBEY ROAD is exhilarating and triumphant, and it’s my favorite Beatles album.

(1) Pink Floyd: DARK SIDE OF THE MOON How is this even an album? It feels more like a continent, a civilization, an epoch. How could anything this vast, this weighty be contained on 12 inches of vinyl? DARK SIDE OF THE MOON plays like an akashic record of ancient wisdom and future prophecy transmuted into sonic vibrations streaming through a cosmic wormhole into the deepest archetypal recesses of the human psyche. It opens with birth and cycles through the concepts of time, sex, money, duality, and insanity before its ultimate cathartic breakthrough – observing our reality with detached perspective and acceptance, in alignment with all that is, in awe of the miracle of creation. Pink Floyd held a mirror to our collective unconscious and found the musical and poetic language to reflect our most essential and universal truth. DARK SIDE OF THE MOON is the most profound album in history, and it’s my favorite album of all time.

My list of honorable mentions is exhaustive: PET SOUNDS, BRIDGE OVER TROUBLED WATER, DUSTY IN MEMPHIS, NILSSON SCHMILSSON, FRAGILE, BLOOD ON THE TRACKS, HEJIRA, THE ROCHES, GHOST IN THE MACHINE, NIGHT AND DAY, and PISCES, AQUARIUS, CAPRICORN AND JONES LIMITED all vied for serious contention.

JIM FORD

Note: My first encounters with these albums dictate this order, and I know that a good twenty other LPs are dying to be included on this list.

The Beatles: SERGEANT PEPPER’S LONELY HEARTS CLUB BAND This album was my baptism into the lofted world of rock and roll. It allowed me to understand and express how music made me feel about myself, my family, my friends, and society. It enhanced my connection to music, boosted my morale, sparked my creativity, and solidified my worldview.

Phil Ochs: PLEASURES OF THE HARBOR These eight songs are filled with beauty, death, pathos, sadness, and joy, which I was starting to identify and express as a young male in my late teens. Music can change the world; this album changed me.

King Crimson: IN THE COURT OF THE CRIMSON KING This album allowed me to be loud, daring, and bombastic, a Doomsday prophet and suspect of what would come. Its cover still evokes mystery and plunder to this day.

Neil Young: EVERYBODY KNOWS THIS IS NOWHERE Although AFTER THE GOLD RUSH is a perfect album with songs that helped me cope with my life and survive college, this album is my favorite. It had a life-changing effect on me and still does to this day. The power, the guts, the noise, the passion, and the extreme and wild emotions, via the clashing of strings and propelling vocals, stroking a young man’s imagination, set my musical journey on its way.

Joni Mitchell: LADIES OF THE CANYON The second time I ever performed in public in the early seventies, I played Joni’s “For Free.” I was a 20-year-old guitar-playing Phil Ochs wannabe, and this album nurtured and propelled me into adulthood.

Steve Wonder: TALKING BOOK This disc is a testament to the power of love. After years of adulating white males as the evangelist of rock and roll, I was ushered into the amazing and vital history of Black songwriters and musicians.

The Moody Blues: SEVENTH SOJOURN Symphonic vibrations, poetic storytelling, mellotron melodies, and musical journeys drift into each other; this recording always lifts me into another world I am grateful to experience.

Dan Fogelberg: SOUVENIRS A dreamer from the mountains of Colorado, blessed with an angelic voice that emits touching and humanistic lyrics, Fogelberg’s music on this album has been part of my mission statement for most of my life. “There’s a light in the midst of your darkness, let it shine!”

Jars of Clay: GOOD MONSTERS This album is about my life, a spiritual reckoning, a lesson in humility, and a call to action.

Amethyst Kiah: STILL + BRIGHT She is young, she is black, she is gay, and I have fallen in love with this album and her vision for our world. She reminds me that not all the great albums were created in the ‘60s and ‘70s! There is still great music to come!

MICHAEL BARTZ

Joni Mitchell: HEJIRA What is left to say except, Joni, you have given me so many hours of pleasure – musically, intellectually, poetically – I want to thank you with my whole being? Well, this: HEJIRA is a cool masterpiece that burns, a beautiful example of the melding of African American and African beats, tones, and rhythms within a unique version of Jazz/Pop and soaring poetry brought to birth by Joni, and bassist Jaco Pastorius. Also, one of the best album covers ever.

The Beatles: REVOLVER Life-changing music for young people of the time. “But listen to the color of your dreams,” Lennon sings in “Tomorrow Never Knows.” “Got to get you into my life!” the cutest kid on the face of the planet with one of the greatest voices ever recorded wails to the sea of totally adoring girls… and boys out there. The so innovative and original use of brass (thank you, George Martin!), the psychedelic overtones, the Eastern tones and instruments, the electronic experiments – all coalesce to create an album at times joyous, at times meditative, at times funny, at times lyrical, but always interesting. Also one of the great covers of the 20th century. Klaus Voormann, a bassist, artist, and friend designed and drew it. The photo on the back of the totally high Fab Four is as charming as it gets.

Bob Dylan: BRINGING IT ALL BACK HOME One moment in an incredible life of music and art; ah, but what a moment! These are the months Dylan “went electric.” This album is the last great, polished, mature, modern-folksinging Bob Dylan before his marvelous evolution, here singing songs that were Folk, Rock, Rap (!), Blues; that were surreal, down home, political, romantic, emotional. Part acoustic, part electric, the album transports the listener from one genre to another effortlessly, and we, for sure, want to go along for the ride. (It was almost impossible for me to choose between BRINGING IT ALL BACK HOME and BLOOD ON THE TRACKS, but I persevered and forced myself!)

Crosby, Stills and Nash: CROSBY, STILLS AND NASH No one alive in the summer of 1969 could miss the advertisements; they were ubiquitous. I never understood why Atlantic Records spent so much money pushing the album. These boys were quite popular in their previous bands, and folks would at least give them a listen when their collaboration emerged. Atlantic must have known what they had. And what was that? Well, a trio of cosmically talented musicians whose voices almost preternaturally blended, and each of whose abilities and work inspired the others. One problem for older lovers of this album is that whenever they listen to it they’re transported back to the late ’60s and early ’70s – the good parts anyway – and get lost in a pleasant haze of nostalgia that brings the day’s work to a halt. Every aspect of this album shows care and professionalism; this on top of the enormous range of tempo, subject, emotion, poetry, great musicianship, and harmony that is exhibited in the songs. Crosby, Stills, and Nash became the benchmark for this kind of music – often identified with California and the famous Laurel Canyon: Serious, loving, narrative driven, confessional, celebrative, youthful – all wrapped in lush harmonies.

Neil Young: AFTER THE GOLD RUSH Okay, call me a wimp. But you’d be WRONG. I absolutely LOVE “the Horse!” I love TONIGHT’S THE NIGHT. “Cortez the Killer” is one of my absolute favorite songs. Really. But, gosh, I do love me a wailful tune with Neil on a dark stage with just a soft spotlight, on guitar and harmonica, or piano. In fact, this is kind of a “piano album.” There’s pianoforte on many of the songs. But it’s also, a harmony album! And solo or with backup, Neil’s young voice – a mixture of baby, teenager, female, male – is totally original and arresting. There are intimate songs, future rockers, prairie (Canada, the Southwest US) inspired visions, and beautiful harmonies. The eponymous “After the Gold Rush” became one of the greatest eco-anthems of the late 20th and early 21st centuries. And the album has one of the greatest erotic songs of the time: “When You Dance, I Can Really Love.” Oh, and another basically black and white cover that is certainly in the top ten!

Karla Bonoff: THE BEST OF KARLA BONOFF: ALL MY LIFE Karla Bonoff, along with Christine McVie of Fleetwood Mac and Carole King, is one of the great masters of the modern pop ballad. She has an absolutely seductive voice and gift for melody, in the sense that the listener just wants more – more melodies, more lyrics, more poignancy, more hooks. Bonoff’s hooks are the kind you don’t really mind becoming earworms every once (or more) in a while. You want to keep listening, keep hearing! Along with basic, competent musicians she’s created one masterpiece of a ballad after another in her long career.

Bob Marley and the Wailers: SURVIVAL Composed during the mature development of his musical powers, SURVIVAL showcases Marley as developing politically in radically beautiful ways. Dorothy Day was saying, “Our troubles stem from our acceptance of this filthy, rotten system.” Bob Marley was singing, “Me say de Babylon system is the vampire… Suckin’ the blood of the sufferers.” Reggae was starting to conquer the world and Marley became its face for so many music lovers. He took the rhythms of Reggae and stretched them out with the help of magnificent contributors like Bunny Wailer and bassist Aston “Family Man” Barrett. The album is pure musical visceralness – you can’t not dance, or at least move your body – at the same time your heart and mind are being moved by the lyrics. (It was almost impossible for me to choose among SURVIVAL, EXODUS, and UPRISING, as my favorite. Maybe it came down to the beautiful cover – 48 African flags and an historical etching of the hold of a slave ship – and what it began to teach us about the struggles of Black people historically and the attempts at the liberation of Africa itself.)

The Band: THE BAND There is no Dylan exactly as he is now without the Band. Robbie Robertson and Levon Helm were the central powers, but every member of the group was essential for the success of the music it created. It was such a time of experimentation and growth in popular music. The Band teamed a unique, rootsy quality with Rock ‘n’ Roll, Country, prairie, and electric guitar. The result was an absolutely pleasing, joyful, down-to-earth eclectic sound that was truly original. Dylan recognized their musical insights and their shared origins and thus MUSIC FROM BIG PINK was born. Both the Band and Bob went on to do some good stuff.

Simon and Garfunkel: BOOKENDS Childhood/old age. “ …between the forceps and the stone,” as Joni says. All great artists take on the big life questions at some time and here Paul Simon does so masterfully. It’s an examination of youth and mortality and the journey between. I was 21 years old when BOOKENDS was released, and was absolutely struck – naively, humorously, philosophically, religiously – by the line from “Old Friends”: “ …how terribly strange to be seventy.” It gnawed at my brain and heart for five decades, every time I listened to the album, until I actually was 70 and it’s power and meaning for my life became apparent; something tells me it’s all happenin’ at the Zoo. “America,” of course, is one of the greatest songs of the twentieth century. And, oh yeah, again: a great album in pristine black and white.

The Grateful Dead: WORKINGMAN’S DEAD True, AMERICAN BEAUTY is a masterpiece of California Folk-Rock, Robert Hunter visioned, roots inspired, Jerry Garcia driven music… but WORKINGMAN’S DEAD, which followed close upon, raised the bar in production values, musical exploration, and soul. Its grittiness is its charm. Its mournfulness was a needed antidote to the heavy sweetness of much popular rock at the time. The Dead spent a lot of time in the studio throughout their existence, but were never really satisfied; everyone knows that their live performances, in concert with, grabbing energy from, their audience of adoring followers was where they shone, where they achieved the heights of musical experience. I think WORKINGMAN’S DEAD comes the closest of any studio album to that level of creation. It also has one of the great album covers of the time.

Addendum: I wrestled mightily with the question of whether or not to include the following album – an outlier certainly – but in the end could not really justify dropping any of the above. But I wanted to state that one of my favorite albums of all time, one I’ve been listening to for over 50 years, is FLUTE CONCERTOS OF EIGHTEENTH CENTURY PARIS performed by Jean-Pierre Rampal. A perfect example of late baroque music including one of my favorite instruments, the harpsichord. (Keith Jarrett’s THE KOLN CONCERT and his JS BACH – THE GOLDBERG VARIATIONS are also in the running.)

TED MONIAK

Out of a possible 500 Top Albums, it is impossible to pick 10. Still, these came to mind, in no particular order:

 

Leo Kotke: 6 AND 12-STRING GUITAR I heard this album when I was in my young teens, and it made me want to play guitar, which I then proceeded to do. I think it also made a lot of guitar players throw their guitars out the window.

Miles Davis: BITCHES BREW This album made me want to play music. I never get tired of listening to it. I think it incurred the wrath of traditional Jazz listeners, but it also beguiled Rock and Roll people. It changed music forever.

Robin Trower: BRIDGE OF SIGHS A classic Rock album. People say, uncharitably, that Robin Trower is a Hendrix wannabe, but that’s not true. Trower has his own style, particularly his own approach to songwriting.

King Crimson: LARK’S TONGUES IN ASPIC I only list this particular Crimson album because it was the first of theirs that I ever heard. It doesn’t sound like anything else but the incredible imagination of Robert Fripp. It includes the stunningly beautiful “Book of Saturday.”

The Sex Pistols: NEVER MIND THE BOLLOCKS, HERE’S THE SEX PISTOLS Impossible to explain how much this album meant to a 17-year-old Detroit punk. This was the beginning of punk rock for us, and though we waited impatiently for its US release, making do with a 45 of “God Save the Queen,” this album lived up to ALL the hype.

Pere Ubu: DUB HOUSING In its own way, as much a revelation as the aforementioned Sex Pistols album. Cleveland’s finest musical weirdos produced an album that describes post-industrial despair with, paradoxically, the feeling that you could do anything. Thank you, Crocus Behemoth. (EDITOR’S NOTE: David Thomas, the founding member, lead singer and chief composer of Pere Ubu, passed away on April 23 at the age of 71, a fact noted with sadness by Ted and fellow admirer Kevin. Pere Ubu were leading practitioners of a sort of “avant garde post punk,” and were most active from 1975 to 1982, and then intermittently from 1987 to Thomas’ death. The singer’s unique vocal style was characterized by Emerson Dameron as “James Stewart trapped in an oboe.” Renowned music critic Greil Marcus wrote that “Mr. Thomas’s voice is that of a man muttering in a crowd. You think he’s talking to himself until you realize he’s talking to YOU.”)

Joy Division: CLOSER An alchemical transmutation of lead into gold. No one is unmoved upon hearing this album. I remember listening to it for the first time in a dorm room at college only to be informed, mid-way through, that John Lennon had been killed and that Russia was thinking about invading Poland. This is the theme music to the world already having ended.

Richard and Linda Thompson: SHOOT OUT THE LIGHTS No one plays guitar like RT, and no one sings ‘em like Linda Thompson. The astonishing beauty as a product of a disintegrating marriage. I met their daughter Kammy on a rooftop in North London once. She was very nice.

Nick Drake: BRYTER LAYTER Why this album, when I could have picked almost any of his? It’s just because it’s the one I heard first. It also includes the absolutely breathtaking song “Northern Sky.”

Joni Mitchell: THE HISSING OF SUMMER LAWNS/HEJIRA Now, this is really two separate albums, but I don’t hear them that way. I hear them as bookends, complimentary colors, the summer and winter of Joni Mitchell as she reached maturity. She is in full command of her extraordinary songwriting ability on this pair of recordings. She worked with the finest new Jazz musicians she could find, such as Jaco Pastorius, Larry Carlton, Tom Scott and Victor Feldman. I can’t separate these albums in my mind, and frequently listen to them in order in one sitting. If there were any justice in the world these albums would have gone platinum, but of course, it doesn’t usually work out that way.

DAVE DYER

(1) Kiss: HOTTER THAN HELL Kiss’ second album, produced by Kenny Kerner and Richie Wise, is a nasty, dirty, grungy sounding album, which is why I like it so much! The raw sound and deep bass by Gene Simmons pounds through you on tracks like “Got to Choose,” “Parasite,” “Watchin’ You” and “Strange Ways.” The amazing guitar work by Ace Frehley and Paul Stanley’s vocals are rock and roll genius!

(2) Electric Light Orchestra: DISCOVERY Pure Disco-ish pop sensibility by master songwriter Jeff Lynne. I remember going to the swimming pool with my mom during summer break and hearing songs like “Confusion,” “Shine a Little Love” and “Don’t Bring Me Down” on the jukebox. These are great songs that are part of my Life Soundtrack! All the songs are still as fresh today as they were in ’79. Special mention to “Diary of Horace Wimp.” If the Beatles had stayed together, this might have been what they sounded like at the end of the ‘70s.

(3) Saga: WORLDS APART If you have never listened to Saga, then you are missing something truly special. This album is a Prog masterpiece! From their one hit, “On the Loose” to “Wind Him Up” and “Times Up,” the whole damn album is a musical delight for your ears. Highly recommended!

(4) Cheap Trick: HEAVEN TONIGHT Crank this baby up to “11” and hold on and don’t stop! One of the greatest rock albums of the ‘70s done the Cheap Trick way, with such songs as “Surrender,” “On Top of the World,” “California Man,” and “Stiff Competition.” A true Rock and Roll delight and one HELL of an album that is just “Heaven Tonight!”

(5) Toto: TURN BACK Toto’s third outing was not a big album for them whatsoever and didn’t even spawn a hit for the band, yet I find it to be one of their very best! The songwriting is so strong and infectious, with great tunes such as “Gift With a Golden Gun,” “English Eyes,” “A Million Miles Away,” and “Goodbye Elenore,” just to name a few. From start to finish, it is just an exceptional album by – in my opinion – one of the most underrated bands around.

(6) Dokken: UNDER LOCK AND KEY The first three songs alone are skull crushers… “Unchain the Night,” “The Hunter” and “In My Dreams.” Don Dokken is one of the best metal singers of the 1980s; plus, you’ve got the scorching guitar shredding of George Lynch; now, sprinkle in backing vocals and bass and drums by Jeff Pilson (who is now playing with Foreigner) and Wild Mick Brown, and you’ve got a real metal threat on your hands! The best disc of their short career.

(7) Kansas: VINYL CONFESSIONS At this point in the history of Kansas, Steve Walsh had just left the band and, after the remaining members auditioned over 100 singers, they settled on a young guy by the name of John Elefante. Elefante was a born-again Christian, and meeting Kerry Livgren (who had also just found Christ), they began writing together for VINYL CONFESSIONS. “Play the Game Tonight,” “Right Away,” “Chasing Shadows,” “Windows,” “Play On”” and the rest of the songs all have an underlying religious theme. Though underrated, this is a great album with righteous songs!

(8) Gino Vannelli: NIGHTWALKER With such songs as “I Believe,” “Living Inside Myself,” “Put the Weight on My Shoulders” and the title track, you’ll want to turn the lights down low, pop a bottle of wine, take the hand of your lover and dance the night away! There is no voice more soothing than Gino’s. No joke… this is a beautiful album, written and performed by one of the most underrated songwriters of our time. Simply stunning!

(9) The Fixx: REACH THE BEACH A powerhouse of ‘80s goodness! The Fixx were new on the scene and had a mesmerizing new wave sound that exemplified what the 1980s were all about… sounds you had never heard before, with lots of synth, keyboards and catchy songs with unusual vocals. Among them: “One Thing Leads to Another,” “Sign of Fire,” and “Saved by Zero.” But then, listen to hidden gems like “Reach the Beach,” “Liner,” and “Opinions.” This album will not disappoint! In fact, pick any Fixx album and you’ll find that to be true.

(10) Gary Numan: DANCE One thing about the “Godfather of New Wave” was that he always challenged himself with what new sounds he could mix into the proverbial music pot. DANCEis what he cooked up in 1981, and I consider it to be the most ambitious of his ‘80s offerings. The dark journey begins with “Slow Car to China.” Side Two starts with the greatest of his songs, “She’s Got Claws.” The record ends with the mysterious and haunting “You Are, You Are” and “Moral.” This is a “must check out” album, truly. You can thank me later!

DYER SHOTS, EPISODE ONE

SOUL ASYLUM: SLOWLY BUT SHIRLEY (BLUE ELAN RECORDS; 2024)

So, apparently Soul Asylum has a new album out called SLOWLY BUT SHIRLEY, their first since 2020’s HURRY UP AND WAIT. I have never understood this band and I still don’t. It was a period of music that I just couldn’t get into. Here we are at the end of 2024 and I don’t hear anything new, just a rehashing of the same sound that they have had since “Runaway Train.” Production on this seems a bit mono, but that could be because of the way they perform their music… there is really no punch in the recording, just a bland production. If you are a fan of their music from back in the day, then I suppose you will like this but… for the life of me, I don’t know why you would. 1 out 5 stars! It’s too bad that the “Runaway Train” didn’t take this with it!

CARNAGE ASADA: HEAD ON A PLATTER (HISTORICAL RECORDS; 2024)

Carnage Asada, a band out of LA, has been making noise since 1994. They have a heavy Punk influence and is similar in sound to Rage Against the Machine. Lead by founding members David Jones on bass and George Murillo on “words” (Murillo doesn’t sing, it’s more spoken word) alongside guitarist Tony Fate. The new album, HEAD ON A PLATTER, comes right out of the gate punching with LA Punk fury! Fate is relentless with his guitar sound. I like the production on this album as it works well with the style of the band. A few of the songs are in Spanish which adds to the coolness of Carnage Asada. I will give this a solid 3 out of 5 stars! It’s a fun album from a fun band, so give it a listen.

RON KEEL: KEELWORLD (RFK MEDIA; 2024

KEELWORLD is a newly recorded compilation album consisting of songs from Ron Keel in the many variations of himself, from his first recordings with Steeler in the early 1980s to the present incarnation of the Ron Keel Band. At first listen, I had to remind myself that I was listening to a Ron Keel record and not a new Bon Jovi album; I never realized how much they sound alike! Once I finished the album, I thought to myself, “Well, it’s not too bad, but not great. I probably won’t listen to it again.” I’ve listened to it over four times now. There is something about it that gets into your soul. The album starts with a track called “Hollywood,” which is a really good Country-style song from that period of his career, so it’s a good start and, by the time we get to track number four, we are treated to a Ron Keel Band song called “Five O’clock Shadows,” a banger of a tune that is very infectious. From there, it keeps going with rocker tracks like Steeler’s “Give Me Guitars (Or Give Me Death).” Later in the album, we get a version of Black Sabbath’s “Children of the Grave” performed by Keel and Emerald Sabbath (one of his many side projects), consisting (on various tunes) of at least ten ex-members of Black Sabbath (go figure, huh?). I will say that Ron has quite a voice and handles the track very well. The album ends with the song “The Last Bottle on Earth,” a slow, heavily Country-influenced number. On my scale, I will give this album a solid 4 out of 5 stars. Give this one a HARD listen. I think you will be surprised… I sure was!

My name is Dave and I love music!

FINGERPRINTS: WHERE THE BEAT GOES ON

(BLACKBERRY WAY RECORDS; 2022)

You may not know this, but Fingerprints were a big deal… a VERY big deal. The Minneapolis five-piece formed in the mid-1970s and, after a few line-up changes, emerged as one of the first three bands signed by the soon-to-be heavily influential Twin/Tone Records (original home to such punk and post-punk bands as the Replacements, Pere Ubu, Babes In Toyland, the Jayhawks, Soul Asylum and the Mekons). Fingerprints released three seven inch records (FINGERPRINTS, DOWN and SMILES FOR SALE) between 1978 and 1979 and appeared on the legendary BIG HITS OF MID-AMERICA, VOLUME 3 compilation album. Between April, 1978’s DOWN and September’s SMILES FOR SALE, guitarist Robb Henry exited the band. His replacement, Jeff Waryan and the rest of the group – Mark Throne (vocals and saxophone), Steve Fjelstad (bass), Kevin Glynn (drums) and Mike Owens (guitar and vocals) entered Blackberry Way Studios (founded by members Owens, Glynn and Fjelstad) to record their debut full-length in 1979. The album was nearly completed when the band broke up and the project shelved. Now, more than forty years later, Owens and Blackberry Way Records have gussied up 24 tracks – including most of the tunes from the original Twin/Tone releases – and given us WHERE THE BEAT GOES ON, featuring both recorded versions of the band. To say that this collection is anything less than essential is like saying that Prince was an “okay” guitar player.

FINGERPRINTS, circa 1978 (Kevin Glynn, Steve Fjelstad, Robb Henry, Mike Owens, Mark Throne) (publicity photo)

Don’t Wanna Talk” kicks things off in a very ‘80s lo-fi Minneapolis Rock and Roll fashion. Fjelstad’s rumbling bass and Glynn’s unexpected and decidedly heavy drum sound underpins a simple but incredibly catchy guitar part that leads to some very nice interplay between Owens, Waryan and Throne’s sax. And, so, we’re off to a great start. Next up is one of seven tracks to feature Robb Henry, “(Now I Wanna Be a) Space Girl,” the lead track to the first Fingerprints 7” record released on Twin/Tone. It’s really hard to describe the beauty of the song without making a couple of oxymoronic observations: First, there’s a very non-guitary guitar running throughout; second, the sound is very post-punk before punk was pre-anything else; finally, the guys were in and out in an economically Ramones-tight fashion (less than three minutes). “Prisoners” features some nice backing vocals to bolster the enigmatic vocals of songwriter Mike Owens and a little piano-noodling from guest Harvey Ginsberg. There’s an actual guitar solo (and a right tasty one it is, too) which I’m going to attribute to Jeff Waryan, although Owens could more than hold his own in that department. The overall sound of this one is a bit of envelope pushing, ala the Replacements or Husker Du. “Boogada Bigadus (Big Reggie’s Theme)” is a little slice of meaningless surf music that is absolutely fraught with meaning. The instrumental again offers some wicked guitar and a Throne sax part that fades in and out of the mix and, all of this in a mere 2:10! Link Wray or Dick Dale woulda been proud… heck, maybe they were! The title track to the group’s final Twin/Tone 7”, “Smiles For Sale” features a more out-front screaming sax along with another cool guitar riff that punctuates one of the weirdest vocal performances ever (from Mark Throne or any other presumably human entity). At this point, everything is starting to take on a certain random simplicity and odd sameness in its brilliance… just like most of the great punk records of the era. Owens adds piano to his instrumental repertoire to the next track, as a simple, jangly guitar riff and massive drums punctuate “Illusions of Love,” a bizarre little ditty that forms an odd one-two punch with the like-minded “A Place In My Heart.” This one’s an oddly sentimental song that could be about jealousy, murder, an unhealthy obsession or a late night booty call… maybe all of the above. Throne’s vocals take on an eerie, otherworldly quality that is not unappealing. “Kind Affection,” featuring a cool Jeff Waryan vocal (he also wrote the thing) is one of the catchiest tunes in the first third of this collection and another in a series of the band’s odd take on love and its many shades. Once again, there are some great guitar parts that caress the listener’s ears while Kevin Glynn’s drumming threatens the sanctity of said listener’s eardrums. What’s more Rock and Roll than that, right?

FINGERPRINTS, circa 1978 (Kevin Glynn, Robb Henry, Mike Owens, Steve Fjelstad, Mark Throne) (publicity photo)

All manic drums, frenzied guitars and unhinged vocals (plus Mark making an appearance on the piano), “Uptown” might be a retelling of a secret liaison, a secret life or a tragic death. This band seems to have excelled at open-ended, ambiguous lyrical narratives. I like that! They were also good at delivering a memorable riff, a simple but effective backbeat, completely upbeat melody and vocal delivery for a rather maudlin subject. Such is the case with “Down,” an absolutely hummable tune that bores into your earholes and takes up residence in that little corner of your brain that – for better or worse – continually hits replay on the last catchy tune you heard. This one first made an appearance on the Twin/Tone double album BIG HITS OF MID-AMERICA, VOLUME 3. “Whose Side Are You On” offers a jackhammer guitar and drum sound, more great interplay between guitar and sax, a rumbling bass and an actual solo from Waryan, who wrote and sings the piece . Even a seemingly pedestrian song like “Hey Johnny” has something unique and unexpected to offer. In this case, more inventive six-string work (thanks to Mike Owens and Robb Henry) with an actual dual lead part that turns into a trio with the addition of Throne’s sax mimicking the twin guitars. Apparently giving the creators of SEINFELD the seed of an idea, “Nothing To Say” has a great riff, a great melody, and minimal lyrics (which fit the title perfectly). Just for kicks, Mike adds some organ to the mix. And all in a concise little package at just over 1:20. This song about nothing was originally released on SMILES FOR SALE. “Shake ‘n’ Roll” may be the truest punk song of the collection, with a snotty guitar solo courtesy of Owens and an indiscriminate use of the splash cymbal. Simply stated, it is pure fun for pure punks. A meaty psuedo-metal guitar intro leads into a moody “Young Love,” the oldest track here, predating Robb Henry’s coming. With another dose of ambiguity, the track could be about a stalker or a child molester or… Donny Osmond. Whatever the subject matter, the tune is creepy beyond belief! Mark Throne’s vocals sound particularly sinister over the grinding rhythm guitar (by Throne himself), Owens’ wah-wah laced leads and monstrous drums. It’s one of the longest tracks here, clocking in at nearly three-and-a-half minutes. A kind of Middle Eastern vibe is elicited from guest sax players Lynn Seacord and Peter Napoleon Barbeau and the tablas of Gary Waryan on “We Can’t Get In.” That rumbling bass and those forceful drums propel the swirling, mid-tempo number along at a Speed Metal pace. Dichotomous? Indeed. But, then, that’s what these Fingerprints were so good at!

FINGERPRINTS, circa 1978 (Robb Henry, Steve Fjelstad, Mark Throne, Kevin Glynn, Mike Owens) (publicity photo

A circular rhythm and repeating guitar lines drive “You Have To Push Them Over,” an instrumental from SMILES FOR SALE. There’s a lot going on here, with a slide guitar diving in before a nifty piano solo (compliments of the returning Harvey Ginsberg); a great kind of frantic guitar solo from Mike makes an appearance, joined by the return of the piano and the saxes of Barbeau and Seacord throwing down a few forceful notes just before the number ends. Robb Henry is back again for “Wasted On You.” This one has sort of an early U2 vibe with a very un-Edge like solo. All-in-all, it sounds very ominous… in the best possible way – I mean, “I was waiting for the world to die.” How much more ominous can you get? Mike Kearney adds some atmospheric sax, as well. “Must Be Me” has a nice, pedestrian chuga-chuga guitar riff that’s double timed by a steady, racing bass groove and imaginative lead guitar and another solid solo from Owens. Waryan’s vocals are nice and gritty and, all the while, Ginsberg’s piano hammers away just below the surface What a great little dose of power pop! Speaking of which, “Burn Those Bridges” is a very Who-sian piece in both depth and scope, with Townshendesque guitars (by Owens and Henry) and a lyrical bent to match. This is a solid effort from all involved, if a little weak on the backing vocals. Glynn’s drumwork on “Will You Be the One” features some absolutely massive fills (in fact, the drum parts are almost all heavy, muscular fills!). It’s one of the few songs to feature a sustained Mark Throne sax solo, who also delivers what may be is best vocal performance here, evoking Bowie. And, I shouldn’t have to mention it this far into a review, but the guitars are once again absolutely fantastic! “Made In the Shade” pumps the brakes, slowing down the tempo, which makes the Bowie comparison even more evident. Steve and Kevin find a nice pocket that allows the guitars (Robb and Mike, finishing off this set together), keys and voice to shine on what is a really nice tune. There’s an oddly pleasing little sax part that comes out of the woodwork toward the end of the four minute plus (!) track from the band’s debut EP. Next is “Back On the Street,” another four minute rocker. While I like the shorter, punkier stuff, I find myself wondering where those songs could have gone if they would have been fleshed out and extended like these two. This one offers a cool riff and a couple of really great guitar solos, the last one being somewhat diminished… lost in an overly long fade. The final track, “Half Past Zero,” almost seems like an afterthought or a simple work in progress. Another possibility is that it’s a demo that never really sparked anything creatively past the repeating riff. I know the guys have been playing around a bit lately and I certainly wouldn’t mind hearing a more fleshed-out version with vocals and solos and such.

FINGERPRINTS, circa 1979 (Mark Throne, Steve Fjelstad, Kevin Glynn, Jeff Waryan, Mike Owens) (publicity photo)

So, there you have it… what is, I believe, the entire recorded output of one of the most influential bands that you’ve never heard of. Fingerprints were there at the cusp of that great Minneapolis Rock scene of the early ‘80s but, unfortunately, didn’t stick around to grab some of the spotlight that shone so brightly on other groups like the Replacements, Soul Asylum or Husker Du. Ah, what could have been! WHERE THE BEAT GOES ON is available on CD and digitally here or at your favorite music dispensary.

THE DOMINO KINGS: THE DOMINO KINGS

(SELF-RELEASED; 2019)

If you have followed the music scene in Springfield, Missouri even casually for the past twenty years, you probably know who the Domino Kings are. Steve Newman, Les Gallier and Brian Capps are absolute stalwarts in the music community in this distinguished Ozark burgh; on every other weekend, one or more of them are probably playing somewhere (all three perform in multiple combos). And, when the legendary Lou Whitney was still alive, manning the controls at “The Studio,” the famed downtown recording site, these guys and their many associates would be in and out for music-making duties with regularity. At the turn of the millennium, the DKs released two punchy, well-received recordings – LONESOME HIGHWAY and LIFE AND 20, signed at the time to Slewfoot Records. Capps left the band after that second disc, but Newman and Gallier carried on with two more mostly decent records. Then Slewfoot went away and so did the music industry as most of us knew it. The three musicians still turned up at each other’s shows periodically, and once in a while there were even Domino Kings listings on the local calendar. But there was no particular reason to think there would be another DKs record, especially with all three original members as a focused unit. They had no label, they had widely varying schedules, and Springfield’s most famed studio went away not long after Lou Whitney’s death from cancer in 2014.

THE DOMINO KINGS, circa 2000 (Brian Capps, Steve Newman, Les Gallier) (uncredited photo)

Ah, but here’s the thing that casual fans couldn’t have known. In 2011, before Whitney died, he got the boys into the studio for another go-round. Yes, the original trio. A record was made, we heard, but then… silence. The great and powerful Lou got sicker and sicker and headed for that never-ending music festival in the sky. There was a feeling that the motivation to put out the new record wasn’t really there. I know, ‘cause I tried to ask the band about it a few times. It was in the category of “shelved,” it seemed. And, whatcha gonna do if ya ain’t got no label? Happily, we finally have that answer: PUT IT OUT YOURSELVES. This self-titled fifth album is now available, and it’s a corker. If you’re a longtime fan, you’ll definitely be smiling at the rollicking sounds on this new, Whitney-produced tunefest. “A nice surprise” is a good way to sum it up.

,  The Domino Kings (Steve Newman, Les Gallier, Brian Capps) (photo credit: TINA CARL)

THE DOMINO KINGS is an uncommonly democratic affair: Four songs penned by each musician, plus a short group instrumental at the end. There’s a palpable atmosphere of cooperation, and a consistent groove that just won’t quit. Newman, the trio’s truly stellar guitarist, offers up absolutely RIGHT-sounding tunes such as “The Only Thing She Left” and “Nobody Knows,” tunes that won’t leave once they lodge themselves in your brain. The influence of Johnny Cash and Merle Haggard among others lurks in the background, but Newman’s songs have a casual truthfulness about the head-scratching nature of chasing love that rings clear and true. His best here is perhaps “2nd Luckiest Guy,” which is a foot-tapping, melodic number that documents the angst of having lost your gal to another, watching HIM take the prize love thang that you blew it with. The tune does this with about as much wit and musical verve as any song I’ve heard lately. I wrote in my notes that “the scenarios these guys write about are truly relatable for most of us guys.” And you have to tip your hat to the flawless arrangements of songs like this, as well as Newman’s vibrant guitar playing. At THAT, there is no fear of him coming in second. “How Does Gone Feel?” is a smidge lesser of a tune overall, but still kickin’.

THE DOMINO KINGS, 2015 (Steve Newman, Les Gallier, Brian Capps) (photo credit: STEVEN SPENCER/SPRINGFIELD NEWS-LEADER)

I’ve always been a fan of Les Gallier’s approach to songcraft; the word “pretension” is not in his vocabulary, and he’s a tremendous hooksmith. His raucous number “Another Drunken Fool” is a gritty little hard Rockabilly tune that has an admirable toughness about it, possibly masking some real bitterness – the kind of thing listeners can ponder privately. Imagining this one coming together at the studio makes me smile. The band is having FUN here, undoubtedly. But even better are “Can’t Be Too Much Longer” and “Some Kinda Power,” easily two of this album’s best songs. The former makes plain the impatience of waiting for new love when a couple of situations ended badly, and it does so with sterling songwriting and the whole band laying down an awesome guitar-driven groove. Oh, and by the way, Gallier is a fantastic drummer; his style has been referred to as the Tulsa shuffle, but no matter what you call it, it makes an impression and always sounds like a master enjoying every minute of his work. “Some Kinda Power” is big-time Rock ‘n’ Roll in the service of pondering what it is that women do to men to make them wig out. “I can open up your tight jar/And I can fetch your little car/I can answer your every call/You can make me do it all/Cause you hold some kind of power over me… you hold the power like a freight train/Every time I lose you gain/You hold the power that stops my go/Every time you tell me NO,” the lyrics relate. The band is simply firing on all cylinders here, with superb Newman guitar work and Mister Gallier singing the living crap outta this number. Marvelous stuff.

The Domino Kings (Steve Newman, Les Gallier, Brian Capps) (photo credit: TINA CARL)

As for Brian Capps, primarily known as the band’s standup bass maestro, he has proven his chops as a solo artist, with the Kings, with the commercial stint he did for some years with “Branson on the Road,” and in his current incarnation as half of The Widowmakers (with Cliff Boone), serving up classic Country and early Rock and Roll, show after show. Capps’ vocalizing on the first two Kings’ recordings was some of the best in the genre, and gems such as “Two Nights Without Sleeping” and, especially, “Alice” were definitive examples of angst-ridden existential hard Country. That latter tune is permanently in my “Liquor-fueled rockers about pain caused by manipulative women” Hall of Fame. It is literally a perfect example of a miserable real-life scenario being turned into life-affirming bar-room sonics. Although the songs here aren’t quite as transcendent, “I Don’t Want To Forget” and “Devil’s Den” come close, with insight and self-awareness beyond the ability of most songwriters. These songs deserve to be covered widely, and “Devil’s Den,” which Capps recorded in a very different version on an early solo album, gets a just as fetching take here with the Kings crowning it musically. Awesome stuff. And it’s a delight that “Saturday Night is New Year’s Eve,” a song I’ve heard in several versions, really hits its stride with the Domino Kings doing it up proud here; the energy feels right, which wasn’t quite the case in at least one prior version.

The Domino Kings (Steve Newman, Les Gallier, Brian Capps) (photo credit: TINA CARL)

Some songs on this album feel LIVE all the way, Gallier’s “Would You Let Me Be Your Man” being perhaps the best example, and Capps’ “I Don’t Want to Forget” close behind. There is no muss, no fuss overall. Spontaneity and pure GRIT dominate the atmosphere, and Whitney clearly was not interested in polishing anything too much in the studio. LIFE AND 20 may have been a bigger, more attentive production, but there is a raw feel to the proceedings here that serves the sound of the Domino Kings quite well. This is a fun, energetic platter. The concluding instrumental, “Thrown Clear” is a zippy little energy burst that puts the topping on the freewheelin’ atmosphere displayed throughout the recording. They can play fast, these guys, and this song shows it, although the whole album moves at a brisk tempo… no filler at all. It is worth stating clearly that Newman, Gallier and Capps are all veterans at the art of traditional, rootsy American songcraft, with the ability to construct hooky tunes in a familiar musical milieu around simple, often wryly humorous but always universal lyrics about man’s favorite pastime (which doesn’t always produce the desired romantic results). If there’s an art to pairing upbeat arrangements with sometimes sad or restless themes, these guys have mastered it. The music of this band soundtracks a simpler world: Where men chase after women, women decide whether they want to be caught or not, bars are always at least half full, and musicians gigging in the corner always know at least half the greatest Country and Rock and Roll songs ever written and are skilled at getting the patrons out on the dance floor, ready for another shot after that. This world is reassuring, timeless and full of promise and enthusiasm. Just like this kick-ass trio themselves.

(Not available in stores but you can order the Domino Kings recording by sending check or money order made out to “Domino Kings” for $10, to Domino Kings, c/o Brian Capps, PO Box 612, Lebanon, MO 65536)

THE APRIL FOOLS: THIRD; MICHAEL OWENS: THE RIGHT KIND OF CRAZY

(BLACKBERRY WAY RECORDS; 2019)

In the past, whenever I got bogged down with too many records to listen to and review, I would lump a lot of like-minded releases (straight-ahead rock, Jazz, Country, compilations,,, whatever) together, giving each a nice little paragraph (or more, depending on how many I had to write about… I remember doing something like fourteen Punk records in the course of one review) about each. I still do that occasionally, when it makes sense to do so; this one is a no-brainer: Michael Owens produced both releases, Fools Brian Drake and Terri Owens do some backing vocals on THE RIGHT KIND OF CRAZY, both records were released by Michael’s Blackberry Way Records on the same day. It really wasn’t my intention to review them together, but the final piece seemed to fall into place when the Owens record showed up at my door in the same package as THIRD. The die, as the saying goes, was cast.

THE APRIL FOOLS (Scott Hreha, Brad McLemore, Terri Owens, Brian Drake, Ben Kaplan) (photo credit: ERIN DRAKE)

The April Fools’ third release (thus the name of the record) features a retooled band, having lost guitarist Clay Williams, whom, I assume, has gone on to greener pastures. Williams was replaced by two musicians, guitarists Brad McLemore and the aforementioned Terri Owens. The result made the original quartet’s tight sound even tighter as a quintet. This is borne out on the opening track, “Bell of Stone,” a sort of updated psychedelic Americana. Vocalist Brian Drake has a rather world-weary rasp that is immediately the crowning glory of this song and album, somewhere between Bob Seger and a young Levon Helm. The guitars (by McLemore, Owens and Drake) seem to shimmer and there’s an undeniable sting and bite to the solo. Ben Kaplan offers up some solid drumming and an insistent, melodic bass line by Scott Hreha gives the whole thing a certain buoyancy that is not unappealing. “Long Shadows” is a tune that reminds me of both the Band (musically) and the Dead (vocally). It’s a slow ballady sort of thing that highlights the group’s four part harmonies. The piece borders on overstaying its welcome, but seems to end at just the right moment. Graham Gouldman’s (by way of the Hollies) “Bus Stop” is a shimmering piece of Pop history that gets a fairly faithful retelling here. The guitars may be a bit more urgent and Terri Owens’ mandolin adds a new flavor, weaving in and out of the mix, just under Drake’s pleasantly gruff delivery. For some reason, the First Edition’s “Just Dropped In (To See What Condition My Condition Was In)” comes to mind listening to “Shaky Ground.” Could be the wah-wah guitar and utterly haze-inducing solo; maybe it’s the swirling vocals that are brilliantly scattershot, alternately overlapping each other, then complimenting the rest with a great harmony part. Owens is a lady that certainly knows how to write a great ‘60s acid burn of a tune! “If I Can’t Make Her Happy” is sort of a throwback to those star-crossed tragic lover songs from the late ‘50s, all gussied up with a new millenial sheen, and highlighted by some really pretty guitar work and backing vocals.

The Fools put a nice gloss on Dylan’s classic “My Back Pages.” This version features finely understated vocals and a Byrdsian approach to the instrumentation that has always worked so well on the Zim’s music. There’s more of the brilliant guitar solos that we’ve come to expect from this band, with the rhythm section highlighting their ample abilities with a great Hreha bass line and a solid backbeat and fills from Kaplan on drums. Terri Owens takes on the vocal duties for “You Make My Heart Beat Too Fast,” a slow-burning rocker written by Julie Anne Miller (originally recorded for the BUDDY AND JULIE MILLER album in 2001 by, well… Buddy and Julie Miller). The track features killer guitar throughout, as another awesome solo rides the cut into the fade. “Summer Sun (Redux)” has a slightly psychedelic Blues groove, a distinct highlight of this remake from the Fools’ first album. I know I’m sounding like a broken record by this time but… again, great guitar, both straight and effects-laden. Scott’s rumbling bass, Ben’s spot-on drumming and an idling organ part from guest Glenn Manske (of which we’ll hear more later) add to the lazy feel of the song, the musical equivalence of the lethargic feeling brought on by the summer sun. Closing out the record is “15 Minutes.” It’s a Country-flavored tune that features a brilliant bass part that could very easily have appeared on an album by the Jam or Elvis (the important one, not the dead fat guy). With a dobro and Terri’s mandolin filtering through the swampy miasma of the instrumentation, the drums offer a lot to enjoy just under the current. The backing vocals are a nice counter to Brian’s gruff voice. As an introduction to what’s happening in the Minneapolis music scene today, you can definitely do worse than the April Fools’ THIRD.

MICHAEL OWENS (photo credit: LARRY HUTCHINSON)

Cementing the connection between the Minneapolis of the Replacements, Prince and Husker Du is producer/recording studio owner/record company owner/songwriter/multi-instrumentalist (and probably another string of slash marks that I’m missing) Michael Owens. Owens’ latest record, THE RIGHT KIND OF CRAZY, is fourteen tracks (and one bonus cut from a reunited Fingerprints, Michael’s late ‘70s band) that is as varied as the scene that spawned that first major wave of the “Minneapolis sound,” as well as Michael’s own Blackberry Way Studio and the record company that shares that name. The first track, “Comic Book Creep,” features some awesome boogie with a little bit of woogie thrown in for good measure. Owens has a pleasing, better than average voice; there’s some very nice guitar leads and solo from guest artist Curtiss A and Owens himself and excellent piano from Glenn Manske, who plays a major role on this record. “A Song For You” switches gears from a rockin’ Blues to a slow, tragic type of girl group sort of song that features strong backing vocals (as such songs require) from Robert Langhorst and Terri Owens. Also on display is an echoey, reverb-drenched solo and another strong piano part from Glenn. Sounding very much like vintage Monkees, “60 Cycle Rumble” sees Michael delivering an over-the-top vocal performance that reminds me of a younger, still-alive Wolfman Jack. Manske’s organ and outstanding guitar work from Owens make the Pre-Fab Four comparison even more relevant. As the name implies, “Used Blues” is a slow Blues that falls somewhere between Stevie Ray and Michael Buble on the Blues authenticity scale. Owens former Fingerprints bandmate, Robb Henry, offers up some solid lead work and a soulful solo. “Without Sin” sounds a little like “Minnesota boy does the Eagles” during the intro.Thankfully, it morphs into another slow-burn number with a strong Bill Grenke bassline. I kept waiting for a child’s voice to say “Mommy, where’s Daddy?” during the breaks leading into the guitar solos and, of course, anything that elicits memories of the Coopers ranks very high on my list. However, the cut, at more than seven minutes, does tend to drag on; thankfully, though, it doesn’t overstay its welcome by much. Up next is “Old Man Joad,” a kind of jangly Byrds-cum-Tom-Petty thing, only without the jangle. Continuing a nice little theme here, the number features some nifty lead and backing vocals, more solid bass from Grenke and a killer guitar melody throughout. In a different time, this one coulda been a hit at AOR, Adult Contemporary or Country radio. Unfortunately, as radio has become ever more genre-centric, it’s unlikely that today’s programmers could figure out what to do with such a great song! “Chase the Rain” is yet another slow tune with some nice guitar. Grenke continues to impress on bass as does Manske with some more great organ work. I guess the title comes from the sounds of falling rain at the beginning and end of the track.

“Falling” is not a cover of the Tom Petty song; this one has more of an Alternative Celtic feel to it (if that makes any kind of sense). The Celtic vibe is enhanced with Manske adding strings and flutes to his solid piano playing, while Kevin Glynn (another refugee from Fingerprints) adds a little added thump to Owens’ programmed drums with some live tom toms. The vocals blend into the hazy mist of the musical backdrop, leaving the listener with a gooey warm feeling somewhere around the heart. A short little ditty called “Over the Moon” follows. With a jaunty, bouncy feel, it’s simply a fun love song, evoking the feeling the name conjures in one’s mind. Gifted with one of the best song titles ever, “Just Got Over Being Hungover,” has a melody that puts me in mind of Billy Swan’s “I Can Help.” The cut is loaded with an abundance of honky-tonk piano, organ accents and lots of guitars doing guitary things. “You Can’t Get In” is a frantic little piece of Swamp Punk, with Glynn offering some percussive help while a weird Replacements vibe permeates the whole 1:48. Some cool backwards guitar and massive riffage courtesy of Robb Henry informs “High Price Shoes,” a Beatlesy piece of Pop fluff. Not surprisingly, the piece features more heavy lifting from Glenn on organ and Bill on bass. All of the above makes this one a current album favorite. “Hole In Your Pocket” is another tune that sounds vaguely familiar (Minnesota’s favorite sons, Bob Dylan meets Prince maybe?), with a tinkling piano coda and a vocal mostly buried in the mix to good effect. The sing-songy partially spoken lead vocals definitely gives rise to Dylan comparisons. The lyrical coda, “I know there’s magic out there,” isn’t indicative of this song, but… if the lyrics fit, right? There’s a slight echo on the vocals on “The Last Thing,” adding a bit of a dreamy feel to another strong offering.Again, the cut features strong organ, bass and guitar leads and solo; the backing vocals are nice, as well, with Brian Drake joining Robert Langhorst and Terri Owens for this one. A bonus track, “14 South 5th Street Blues,” features four fifths of Fingerprints (bassist Steve Fjelstad was missing from the recording/performance with Michael taking over those duties). The song, featured in the documentary, JAY’S LONGHORN, is an ode to the late ‘70s/early ‘80s Minneapolis scene’s venue of choice, the title derived from the address of the legendary club. Besides Owens on bass and guitar, the other featured Fingerprints are lead vocalist Mark Throne, the previously introduced Robb Henry on lead guitar and Kevin Glynn moving to an ancillary percussionist role due to Owens’ very organic-sounding drum programming. The quartet are augmented by former Figures guitarist Jeff Waryan on slide, Chris Osgood of the Suicide Commandos on additional lead guitar, the legendary Curtiss A on harmonica and the by-now ubiquitous Glenn Marske on piano. The rollicking paean to past triumphs is a fitting close to solid release from a man who should be a household name outside of the relatively small Minneapolis region.

ALICE COOPER: THE BREADCRUMBS EP

(10” EP; EAR MUSIC; 2019)

Alice Cooper were a product of the dirty underbelly of Detroit rock and roll and reveled in the debauchery of that scene. The band’s erstwhile singer (who, by no fluke, shares his name with the band), well known for his hedonistic tendencies during the group’s rise to the top of the rock heap, could still only claim second place in the debauching olympics behind their much-missed guitarist, Glen Buxton. Alice, along with Dennis Dunaway, Neal Smith and Michael Bruce, has cleaned up his act. A devoted husband, doting father and golfing junkie, the Coop still retains a certain edge and a distinct love for Detroit and the sounds that can only be produced by someone who calls that city home and, yearning for a return to the sound that defined his band, he has brought together some of the city’s best-known (or infamous) survivors for THE BREADCRUMBS EP, seven songs spread over six tracks (can you say “medley,” children?) on a limited, numbered edition 10 inch slab of vinyl.

ALICE COOPER (Johnny “Bee” Badanjek, Paul Randolph, Garrett Bielaniec, Wayne Kramer, Bob Ezrin, Alice Cooper) (uncredited photo)

Detroit City 2020” is a reworked number, the original coming from Alice’s 2003 release, THE EYES OF ALICE COOPER. Simply put, the track is a love song to the much-maligned city, with gang vocals and some stinging, nasty, sloppy guitar from Mister Wayne Kramer, just like the original (Mark Farner and the Rockets’ new guitarist, Garrett Bielaniec, are along for this ride, too). Of course, it’s always good to hear Johnny “Bee” Badanjek pounding away behind the Coop, with memories of WELCOME TO MY NIGHTMARE bouncing around my brainpan. The second “original” is called “Go Man Go” and continues in the same vein as the opener. Namely, a filthy back-alley groove that dares you to ignore it; you do so at your own peril. Badanjek and his partner in rhythm, Paul Randolph, pummels away on a track that, lyrically, brings to mind the KILLER classic “You Drive Me Nervous.” Letting his Detroit show, Vince digs WAY deep, into the back of the crate for the Last Heard’s debut single, “East Side Story.” Of course, the Last Heard is best known as the precursor to the Bob Seger System. This is a cover that woulda fit right in on the first side of SCHOOL’S OUT with a chugging rhythm that’s straight out of Them’s “Gloria,” a suitably dirty, garage band guitar solo and a pounding, primal beat.

ALICE COOPER with Bob Seger (uncredited photo)

Side two kicks of with the Mike Chapman/Nicky Chinn-penned “Your Mama Won’t Like Me.” In typical Alice gender-bending fashion, the Suzi Quatro rocker is played straight, as in no changes to the defiantly feminine lyrics (“I wear my jeans too short/And my neckline too low”). While specific guitar credits aren’t listed, the solo sounds very much like something Mark Farner woulda played on Grand Funk Railroad album and, like the original, horns (provided by Nolan Young on sax and Allen Dennard, Junior on trumpet) add a funky touch to this version of what may just be Suzi’s best song. The only thing that would have improved it would have been a duet with the original artist. Remember somewhere toward the end of the introduction above that I mentioned “medley?” Well, here it is. The couplet kicks off with “Devil With a Blue Dress On.” The song, of course, was a big hit for Badanjek’s first band, Mitch Ryder and the Detroit Wheels. So, it’s kind of weird hearing the Coop tackle this classic as the slow-grind Blues of Shorty Long’s original. Things speed up on the second half of the medley, “Chains of Love.” The 1967 soulful original is combined with the Dirtbombs’ more raucous cover of (more or less) three-and-a-half decades later; it still sounds sorta odd in Cooper’s hands. Some funky guitar and the hard-hitting Randolph/Badanjek rhythm section kick things into overdrive before things morph back into the chorus of “Devil… .” A nice touch has Frederick “Shorty” Long, as well as the songwriter of “Chains… ,” Mick Collins, doing vocals behind Alice. The EP comes to a close with a very cool version of “Sister Anne,” written by Kramer’s MC5 bandmate, Fred Smith. The piece features a minimalist guitar sound with a solid late-sixties type of solo (I’m assuming the solo is all Wayne). Alice breaks out the harmonica – a rarity these days – and lets loose with a solo that perfectly matches the vibe of the tune.

With the Hollywood Vampires’ debut album and this BREADCRUMB, Alice is exploring his roots and rediscovering the sound that made the five-headed beast known as Alice Cooper such a potent entity. Word is that an impending album of all-new originals from the Coop will be very much in this vein, with the EP standing as a stop-gap between 2017’s PARANORMAL and the new set, scheduled for a 2020 release. I sure wouldn’t mind the man further exploring those roots and bringing in the rest of the originals and more of the old Detroit vanguard to really tear the roof off.

NO VALENTINE: KNOCK KNOCK

(SELF-RELEASED EP; 2019)


The should-be-signed-immediately New York trio, No Valentine, live by the old Punk credo of “Loud, Fast Rules!” Their latest release, an EP called KNOCK KNOCK, features five songs clocking in at an impressive thirteen minutes. The group is fronted by songwriting force, guitar-slinger and powerhouse vocalist Cindy Pack; Pack is quite ably supported by the rhythm section of Laura Sativa (who has played bass with legendary punks Sylvain Sylvain and Jayne County) and versatile sticksman Mike Linn.

NO VALENTINE (Cindy Pack, Mike Linn, Laura Sativa) (uncredited photo)

Things are off to an ominous start with “Down Down,” a tune so dense that you could caulk an entire house with the riffs alone. Guitar, bass and drums all meld together in a thick soup of awesomeness, while Cindy relays a spiraling mental anguish, climaxing with this final verse: “Sometime I feel like a walking train wreck/An epidemic, a viral agent/A bad narcotic/A hopeless neurotic/But mostly, I just feel psychotic.” Even the backing vocals sound somehow wounded. “Barnyard Apocalypse” sounds brighter, a rollicking type of Rock ‘n’ Roll, kinda like Unknown Hinson or Reverend Horton Heat on a bender. Still, the lyrics belie the jaunty feel of the music, with such poetic gems as, “Hallelujah, motherfuckers/Pass the mashed potatoes.” Ms Pack is apparently on a mission to prove that she is the manifest destiny queen of snotty punk music; she gets my vote! Yeah, I know that with a monarchy, you ascend to the throne (or take it in a most brutal fashion); she still has my full support. Sounding very much like a shorter version of “Halo of Flies,” the classic Alice Cooper track, “You’re Sick” grinds, grooves and hisses along ‘til the charging beast simply comes to a sudden end, as if felled by a shot from a master huntsman. The number – undoubtedly my favorite here – is the longest on the EP, coming in at an economical 3:52, besting its predecessor by a full second.

NO VALENTINE (Cindy Pack, Mike Linn, Laura Sativa) (uncredited photo)

Lemon Pie” features a spry bassline, some nimble drumming and a wickedly fuzzed-out guitar delivering a decidedly whacked approximation of a classic Country tune. If you listen closely, you can even hear Cindy’s sly vocal twang, offered, as usual, with her tongue firmly implanted in her cheek. It’s probably the most upbeat song you’re ever gonna hear from No Valentine but, it in no way sounds out of place nestled amongst the harder, punkier fare on display with KNOCK KNOCK. “Detour” is a meaty slice of early ‘70s proto-punk heaviness, sort of a bookend of dismay and misery with the opener, “Down Down.” Still looking for answers on a trip to nowhere, Pack intones her dilemma with lines like, “Ran out of gas/Ran out of oil/Can’t pay the tax/Can’t pay the toll/And now I’m stuck in the slow lane of life/And I can’t get over.” All I can say is, “And who hasn’t been there?” All in all, KNOCK KNOCK is one of the best indie releases I’ve had the pleasure of listening to in quite some time. I just wish there was more to it! Full-length, anyone? Until then, KNOCK KNOCK and No Valentine’s three previous EPs can be acquired through the group’s website or Bandcamp page.

VANILLA FUDGE

(March 22, 2019; WILDEY THEATRE, Edwardsville, IL)

I knew only a couple of things about Vanilla Fudge before I stepped into the Wildey Theatre to see them on March 22: One, that they had been around a long, long time, and two, that they took an old Supremes song called “You Keep Me Hangin’ On” and did a spectacular, lengthy remaking of it that became a giant hit and established a kind of freeform, jammy trademark that still powers their style today. VF bear many of the trappings of a classic prog rock band: Long instrumental passages, tight vocal harmonies and multi-textured keyboard work (courtesy of Mark Stein) that occasionally sounds like a relic from another era. Which it sort of is. But what prog rockers do you know that start their show with… a MONKEES song? That almost made me fall over, their wildly unique take on “I’m A Believer,” which had a bigger impact on me than you might expect since I’d just seen the Dolenz and Nesmith show in Saint Charles not even a week prior. Wow! It was almost unrecognizable, but there it was… the beloved Neil Diamond-penned number. That was followed by something else unrecognizable but jammy, which they introduced as “a tribute to our old friends, the Doors.” And this one was… “Break On Through (To the Other Side),” which featured their own three-part harmonies, slowed down but repeated over and over on just the phrase “Break on through.” Okay, so now it was clear that we’d be treated to epic cover songs, done in a manner seldom heard before. These guys, original members Stein, guitarist Vince Martell, drummer extraordinaire Carmine Appice and “the new guy,” bassist Pete Bremy, who replaced Tim Bogert in 2010, have a curious aesthetic that is nostalgic but fresh, proggy but curiously low-key, sonically far out but couched in a downright neighborly stage demeanor. They told the story of dedicating Curtis Mayfield’s “People Get Ready” to Martin Luther King right after he was assassinated; it was sung by Appice here with tenderness and power, and laced by terrific organ work by Stein. Soon after they did a casual original both retro and vitally relevant, “Let’s Pray For Peace.” That was from their classic SPIRIT OF ‘67 album, and Stein talked about how the band had the chance to play it in Belgium not long after the terrorist incident there. Good as all this was, the show’s real highlights were yet to come.

VANILLA FUDGE (Mark Stein, Vince Martell, Carmine Appice, Pete Bremy) (photo credit: JIM FORD)

This song took up an entire side of our fourth album,” the band cheerfully announced, before launching into “Break Song,” an incredible extravaganza that was sometimes loud, sometimes soft but always musically engrossing, especially when it featured a borrowed chunk from Lee Hazelwood’s “Some Velvet Morning” and then segued into “Season of the Witch,” which clearly took the audience to a whole new level of psychedelic nirvana. The vibe was like Kansas meets Yes at times, but actually, it was the kind of thing Vanilla Fudge excels at, these long, intricate, rapidly varying passages. It was clear to me that they were underrated… possibly because cover bands don’t often rise to the level of bands that do this sort of thing on their own material. But it was grand, and it was mesmerizing. So was the unbelievable drum solo Appice performed on “Shotgun,” a song they did on THE ED SULLIVAN SHOW, they told us. Drum solos can be tedious and overly cliched, but in all honesty, this was one of the best drum solos I’ve ever heard. Appice performed with muscular mastery, keeping it intense and focused, and doing a section with only one stick which you could see he was passing from one hand to the other. The sound was especially bracing and adrenaline-pumping for this showcase. And he justifiably earned a partial standing ovation. Next, Stein told the story of how long ago, in ‘68, a band opened for them featuring the “guy who had just left the Yardbirds, Jimmy Page.” At this time, Vanilla Fudge were at their peak, with three albums in the Top 40. These young whippersnappers, Led Zeppelin, may have opened for them this one occasion, but soon eclipsed them… and every other band by becoming the biggest thing in the rock world. Such is fate! The Fudge did a tribute album called OUT THROUGH THE IN DOOR, and they quoted from it with a fun combo of “Dazed and Confused” and “Babe I’m Gonna Leave You.” No, they aren’t the Zep, but this was still a nice, fun surprise. Everyone was waiting for the big hit, of course, “You Keep Me Hangin’ On.” They talked about the initial inspiration for it, which was an offhand exposure to the song outside a club in the ‘60s, and then invited the audience to sing along on the chorus. Who’s gonna refuse that offer? It’s their signature song, and they know it. A vibrant encore of the Zombies’ “She’s Not There,” then it was all over. I didn’t really expect to be so impressed by these guys. I’d heard a few of their songs before and sort of had an idea what I’d hear… lots of organ and guitar, long instrumentals. I had no idea. They are masterful musicians, nice guys, and unique in being able to survive performing long, often weird versions of other people’s classics. Not to mention having clearly one of the best drummers in the world in their lineup, and singing sterling three-part harmony. This was quite a fantastic show, to summarize. I’ve now been educated in the tasty stylings of “the Fudge,” and I won’t forget it.

ACE FREHLEY: SPACEMAN

(eONE MUSIC/ENTERTAINMENT ONE; 2018)

Even though Ace Frehley wasn’t my favorite member of Kiss, I was certainly appreciative of his guitar pyrotechnics (figuratively, if not literally) and, once I heard his first lead vocal on the LOVE GUN track “Shock Me,” his stock shot up dramatically in my estimation; the band now had three very distinct voices (Ace’s other-worldly, Marvin the Martian on helium atonal delivery alongside Gene Simmons’ deep-throated growl and Peter Criss’ gravelly purr) to offset Paul Stanley’s rock star style and front-man proclivities. Frehley’s ups and downs (and ins and outs) with Kiss and his battles with more than a couple of personal demons have been well documented; I won’t waste your time rehashing Ace’s checkered past… I’m just glad to have new music from the man.

ACE FREHLEY (uncredited photo)

SPACEMAN kicks off with the anthemic grind of “Without You I’m Nothing,” a track – surprisingly – co-written by former bandmate Gene Simmons, who also adds some chunky bass to the proceedings. Ace’s vocals, which have taken on a certain world-weary quality, are in top form and a slow-build solo is a much-needed cherry on top; not that the song is bad, it just never seems to catch fire, much less spark, aside from that solo. “Rockin’ With the Boys” is a hook-laden rocker that, oddly, hearkens back to “Beth” with its “No need to worry/I’ll be home soon/’Cause I’m rockin’ with the boys” chorus. The song is quite easily one of the best things Ace has recorded as a solo artist. Proving himself to be “King of the Power Chord Riffing World,” the hooks just keep coming with “Your Wish Is My Command,” Ace continues to turn up the cool factor with each successive tune. Even though Alex Salzman is onboard as bassist, the cut is another Simmons co-write, featuring just about everything that we’ve ever loved about Kiss. “Bronx Boy” has a little harder edge than the previous tracks, but then, the New York borough that spawned Frehley and Kiss tends to be a little harder edged than a good chunk of the United States. Another anthem, “Pursuit of Rock and Roll,” closes the first half of the album, as Ace name-checks some of the biggest names in the history of good ol’ Rock ‘n’ Roll, while visiting upon many of the cliches that the music is founded upon: Power chords, riffs you could caulk your house with, wicked solo after wicked solo, gang vocals and, I’m pretty sure that there’s a chunk of apple pie in there somewhere. Oh, and Anton Fig. Ace’s long time friend (Fig played drums on Frehley’s first solo record way back when) is in there, too. While Scot Coogan and Matt Starr are fine time-keepers, they aren’t always willing to show any flashes of aggressive playing, tending to keep things simple which allows the guy who’s name is on the album cover to show off his prodigious guitar chops; Anton has played with Ace long enough to feel comfortable playing with a more aggressive style.

ACE FREHLEY (photo credit: JAYME THORNTON)

Even though it’s a cover (originally recorded by Billy Satellite, later a hit for Eddie Money), “I Wanna Go Back” fits in well with what could be described as a “developing pattern,” with its lyrics-as-catharsis recalling both the happier times and a life sometimes ill-spent. The song, short on lyrical content (though it does get the point across nicely), is a mid-tempo rock ballad that fades just as Frehley takes flight on another guitar solo. Picking up the mantle envisioned with the album’s title, Ace is off to the final frontier with “Mission To Mars.” It’s another song that somehow feels unfinished; again, the tune’s not bad, just… incomplete. Another fine solo saves the number from mediocrity. “Off My Back,” likewise suffers from an early fade. The number itself feels more fully formed than the previous two cuts, with an aggressively biting vocal and another finest-kind solo. The album’s final track, “Quantum Flux,” is an instrumental track with ebbs and flows that has me thinking that I sure wouldn’t mind hearing an entire record of instrumentals from Mister Frehley; hey, don’t laugh… it has been done before. With a really cool acoustic riff playing underneath, Space Ace delivers some of his tastiest runs on this piece. Even though there are other stellar moments on SPACEMAN, it seems that Frehley saved the best for last. I will admit that many of the problems I mentioned above are merely minor annoyances; something a bit more troubling is the mix on the vinyl version of the record (the version I used for this review). The music seems compressed and muddy, which could have clouded my perception of the players’ (particularly drummers Starr and Coogan) performances. With vinyl making a strong comeback, it’s a shame that many of the mixing techniques that were perfected in the ‘70s and ‘80s are now, seemingly, forgotten. Still, while this album probably won’t get as many plays as DESTROYER or HOTTER THAN HELL, it won’t necessarily be collecting dust on my shelf, either.

ADRIAN AARDVARK: DYING OPTIMISTICALLY

(EPIFO MUSIC; 2018)

Upon first seeing the name, Adrian Aardvark seemed to me a devouring angel, an agent of the bleakest of Black Metals. Nah… just kidding. In fact, I wasn’t sure what to expect from this album but, I gotta say, it isn’t at all like anything else I’ve heard before… not even close! I mean, it looks and smells like a rock and roll record, spliced with a fair amount of Americana and not a little bit of angst. Even so, my initial thoughts were leaning toward “Ah! Someone’s rich father has bought studio time for his son and his friends to record an album. Kinda like the Shags, woefully untalented but determined to become a band.” After a couple of songs, however, I began to warm up to, even appreciate, what this motley crew were attempting to convey. Oddly enough, while researching the band for this piece, I was amazed to discover that DYING OPTIMISTICALLY is the group’s seventh release since 2008 (and the first since BONES POSITIVE, an EP released in 2014)! I cannot honestly conceive of how I could have missed anything for the last ten years called Adrian Aardvark, though I am now old enough that such things do escape me upon occasion. Anyway, on to the review…

ADRIAN AARDVARK (Daz Bird, Shannon Stott-Rigsbee, Catherine Harrison-Wurster, Christopher Stott-Rigsbee) (photo credit: JERRY CADIEUX)

The first thing that you notice on “Just Us” is alluded to in rather veiled terms up above: Everything (wait… make that EVERYTHING) seems woefully out of tune, with the singer, Christopher Stott-Rigsbee, sounding alarmingly like a drunken karaoke enthusiast. Somewhere around the two minute mark, things almost come together, as a fuzzy bass (or, is it a cello?), insistent drumming and the scraping of a violin keep the thing from totally going over the cliff. Bonus points for – unlike the short prelude/introduction/tune-up that starts the song off – everything ending together. “If Only” definitely sounds like a drunken lament to a litany of “what if’s” in a relationship gone very wrong. Stott-Rigsbee lists his transgressions before admitting, “Yes, I am ashamed of my insecurities/Yes, I am ashamed of my stupid feelings.” Here, the music kinda sounds more in tune and of one mind, occupying a certain feedback/drone frequency that is not unappealing. In fact, the discordant buzz of the whole mess is really starting to grow on me. The cello takes a more prominent spot on “Peace In a Loving Way,” with Shannon Stott-Rigsbee droning away masterfully. The lyrics seem as though they are wedged into a melody that is simply too small to adequately contain them; try, for instance, to fit the first verse into any standard rock format without breaking your tongue: “Through updates, versions and brand new postages/The letters inside remain the same as they travel to/You through signals unseen, speaking words/Floating like waves whisper your way.” It ain’t easy. Even so, at less than two-and-a-half minutes, it feels like you’re in and out almost before you realize that the sound – and, in fact, the entire record – is actually becoming, not only palatable but, begrudgingly enjoyable, as well. The bizarrely-titled “Young Pharaohs and Horses” comes with an equally bizarre video… as it should! Drummer Daz Bard adds a bit of trombone to the proceedings, with Shannon chiming in with a scratchy (whinnying?) violin part; the weird, out-of-place gang vocals, like just about everything else on this album, are no doubt added to merely muddle the lyrical issue. Four songs in and Christopher is starting to come across as more of a true musical genius, as opposed to the offspring of a wealthy Daddy Warbucks type bankrolling his kid’s musical aspirations. “I Don’t Wanna Love No More” is a step back for me. It isn’t necessarily that the sentiments aren’t spot-on in a society of individuals struggling to find their place but, the acapella (aside from three drum rolls somewhere in the middle) delivery – impassioned as it is – just doesn’t do it for me. “Little Girl,” however, is a completely different beast. Despite some rather questionable lyrics: “I am a little girl in a big big world/My dress so clean and my hair is curled” and “Don’t you want to ride with me/Don’t you want to sleep with me” (allusions to Christopher Stott-Rigsbee’s… uh… fluid sexual identity, I know, but… still… ), this is the most fully realized, hardest rocking and most in-tune song so far. A throbbing bass line (Catherine Harrison-Wurster… on the upright, no less) and a frantic vocal performance from Christopher highlight the number.

Creaky Wooden Floor” opens the second half – continuing the strong showing from “Little Girl” – with more weird metaphorical (metaphysical?) lyrics about beets and elephants. The song is pretty nifty, in a New Country kind of way and is delivered, like the previous four tracks, in a short, punk rock fashion. On “Get Gotten,” a chunky guitar riff rides along for a spell before being joined by a very nice violin part; the unmelodic, unnerving howls of Stott-Rigsbee deliver quite an impressive effect. Somewhere about two minutes in, the whole thing shifts gears amidst a beautifully shambolic break before completely collapsing in upon itself at the end. I may have just crowned a new favorite track! There is an insistent hint of didgeridoo (a masterfully understated performance by Christopher) throughout “Horny Wildebeast,” which seems perfectly natural given the song’s title. After a rather rambunctious start, the final four minutes or so seem to settle into a nice mid-tempo with – dare I say? – quietly elegant violin and cello dancing over the top. “Oo Ra Ra” and “The Sun” form a sort of intermingled couplet, with melody, choruses and chanting kinda running through the two-as-one pieces (or, piece, as the case may be). The former is a surprisingly melodic bit of falderol with lyrics somehow befitting the proceedings, such as “Put down the knife, we don’t have to fight/We can make love till morning’s light.” The number eventually devolves into the type of musical chants that the “natives” in all of those old Johnny Weissmuller movies are so fond of. “The Sun” blasts forth from that, a forceful, blistering piece of noise of the type I find so appealing. The lyrics here tend to lean toward a rather cogent warning from everybody’s favorite ball of light: “Feel my heat/Feel the cancer/You can’t be given life/Without being given death.” Oh, Sun, you’re such a kidder! A cool, unexpected blast of the Blues, filtered through various other styles of what has generally become known as “Americana” may, at a mere five-and-a-quarter minutes, prove “Misery Shaker” to be Adrian Aardvark’s magnum opus. Time changes and style shifts glide together seamlessly, held together by the superior percussive efforts of Daz Bird.

ADRIAN AARDVARK (Christopher Stott-Rigsbee, Catherine Harrison-Wurster, Daz Bird, Shannon Stott-Rigsbee) (uncredited photo)

As mentioned at the outset, I was totally unprepared for the musical onslaught of Adrian Aardvark and was, initially, taken aback by the complete atonality of the first track but… I must say that I have been richly rewarded by sticking with the program, seeing it through to its brilliant climax. Heck, I may just have to revisit the group’s Bandcamp page and listen to their other releases… after I’ve rested up a bit from this DYING OPTIMISTICALLY experience.