Showing posts with label Music. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Music. Show all posts

Sunday, January 17, 2016

The Horn Section Salutes: Clarence "BLOWFLY" Reid (1939-2016)


It's been a very bad month to be a legend in the music industry.  First Lemmy, then David Bowie, and now, sadly, the death trifecta strikes us again with very sad news today.  Legendary soul writer and singer Clarence Reid, perhaps even better known by his X-rated alter ego Blowfly, has passed away from liver cancer at the age of 76.


The photo above is from his February 2013 Dallas show as Blowfly, my fourth and final time to see Mr. Reid and his funky band live.  It was truly an honor to be there, and to meet him for the second time.



During my childhood, Blowfly tapes were definitely an underground item.  Part of the fun was the knowledge we weren't supposed to be listening to them, and I have to say, Mr. Reid's alter ego seemed much more forbidden than George Carlin or Richard Pryor to us southern Oklahoma kids.  The next link is NSFW, be advised:


Blowfly was the subject of the 2010 documentary, The Weird World of Blowfly--also the title of the 1971 debut LP by Reid's alter ego.  I previously wrote a bit about this in my 2012 Film Discovery list for Rupert Pupkin Speaks.  Suffice to say I highly recommend checking it out.


But Reid as Blowfly has a lot more to check out--though be warned, most of it is definitely NOT safe for work.  The Weird World LP's from the 1970's (i.e. Blowfly at the Movies, Blowfly Disco) boasted a great backing band (something that Papa Fly would maintain for the rest of his career, including the past decade under the management of "Uncle" Tom Bowker): Willie "Little Beaver" Hale on guitar, Timmy Thomas on keyboards and George "Chocolate" Perry on bass just for starters!  Check out the work of the latter especially on this opening track from 1977's Porno Freak (need I add it is NSFW?)

Oh, and that aforementioned 2013 concert I attended?  The entire show is available for your viewing pleasure, thanks to YouTube!


Prior to that concert, we saluted him here at the Section, with a half dozen more of his greatest hits from the 1970's and 1980's.  Back in the Horn Section's infancy, way back in 2006, we reviewed the second LP of his comeback, Blowfly's Punk Rock Party.

The next two video links are from Clarence Reid under his own name, doing the straightforward Miami R&B that he was excellent at.  He co-wrote classics like "Rockin' Chair" and "Clean Up Woman", and was one Hell of a singer of songs both PG and X-rated.


For all the wonderful years of entertainment and all the soul classics, The Horn Section salutes Clarence "Blowfly" Reid on the day of his passing.


R.I.P. Mr. Reid. Thanks for all the laughs and memories.


Friday, February 08, 2013

The LEAST Safe for Work Post Ever: 6 from BLOWFLY

WARNING:  THE TITLE IS NOT MISLEADING.  NOT *ONE* SINGLE VIDEO LINKED IN THIS POST IS SAFE FOR WORK.  NOT EVEN CLOSE.

February the 14th brings another hopefully Happy Birthday to the Original Dirty Rapper, Blowfly a.k.a. Clarence Reid.


Saturday, February 9th brings "Papa" Fly back to the Dallas stage for the first time in four long years at Deep Ellum's Club Dada.


Either occasion gives us a good excuse to look back at some of the best selections from Blowfly's recording career, which now spans nearly a half century.  We previously reviewed the legend's second comeback album of the new millenium, BLOWFLY'S PUNK ROCK PARTY back in 2006.  Here's a half dozen more worth seeking out if you're into dirty jokes, funky music, rampant political incorrectness and over the top, hypersexual supervillainy.  Complete with periodic NSFW video links and album covers (FINAL WARNING!).  Let's proceed:


BLOWFLY AT THE MOVIES (1973)

The first half of the Seventies found anywhere from 16 to 25 tracks on a typical Blowfly album, many just a minute or two in length.  Most were song parodies with a common theme, such as the Blowflyization of the Fifties in OLDIES BUT GOODIES or the sights of the nation in BLOWFLY ON TOUR.  While many prefer his WEIRD WORLD OF BLOWFLY debut, my favorite of the bunch is AT THE MOVIES.  Side One contains the classics "Freddy's Dick is Dead" and "Cross 110th Street" which are still part of Blowfly's live show.  In case you're doubting the date I've put on it, the other parodies include "Papa Was a Rollin' Stone", "Back Stabbers" and "Superstition", all hits from 1972 getting the Blowfly treatment.  Assisting Blowfly on all the Weird World releases (through 1981) was a top-notch backing band featuring Jerome Smith and Little Beaver on guitar, Chocolate Perry and Rick Finch on bass, and the Mike Lewis Orchestra providing strings and horns.


BLOWFLY DISCO (1975)

By this time Blowfly was still doing song parodies, but in longer form (usually 4 to 6 minutes) with about 7 or 8 tracks per album.  Same backing band, same studio--in fact, Miami's "The Studio".   While 1977's PORNO FREAK features another pre-Sugarhill Gang rap song in "To Fuck The Boss", DISCO is the stronger album to these ears.  Frankie Valli's "Swearin' to God" becomes "Spread Your Cheeks", The "Goddamn" Isley Brothers' "Fight the Power" becomes "Kiss It All Around" ("They curse on this record anyway, so I have no problem doin' this shit") and twisting a fondly remembered classic by the B.T. Express:



Maybe things were a little more polished by this time, with several songs sounding like they were recorded in more than one take as opposed to the off-the-cuff approach of Blowfly's earliest records, but the professionalism just provided more contrast in my opinion and made things funnier.  The K.C. and the Sunshine Band parody sounds purfunctory, but the rest of the record is hilarious and "Shake Your Ass" remains a standard.  A great introduction to the Weird World, this.


BLOWFLY'S PARTY (1980)

Blowfly's highest charting album and biggest seller was also his penultimate release for the Weird World label.  By this time, original tunes were the order of the day, as the parodies virtually disappeared after DISCO.  Two of his best loved non parody originals are here: "Girl Let Me Cum in Your Mouth" and this underground sensation:


"Blowfly's Rapp" hinted at the direction that Papa Fly was headed.  He'd done rap songs before, but the transition from full time crooner and occasional rapper would reverse with his Weird World swan song:


RAPPIN', DANCIN' AND LAUGHIN' (1981)

There's a considerable amount of filler here, true: "Insects Theme" is just an instrumental version of "The Incredible Fulk" and "The Word Game" is pretty tame for a Blowfly LP.  But "Convoy", "Fulk" and "Blowfly Vs. Darth Vader" more than make up for this minor inconvenience, and the hidden goodies within include the Man's complete diss of Kurtis Blow, a revised version of the alphabet (after which Blowfly has a spirited dispute with his creator) and, after Mr. Vader is destroyed, a mini-greatest hits of early Blowfly for about 4 1/2 minutes until the music stops.  After a few polished records, the return of the impromptu 'Fly is welcome.


One question lingers from the aformentioned "Fulk":  If the scientist had "tried that shit on frogs and hogs" and "Goddammit, it works", then why wouldn't at least one of those animals subjected to the successful experiments appear at the contest later in the song?  A million dollars ought to entice a lot of farmers, right?



FRESH JUICE (1983)

After a two year break, Blowfly returned on Oops! records with a record that many consider to be his masterpiece.  Rap and R&B co-exist in even amounts, with examples of the former finding Blowfly battling "The Vampire That Ate Miami" (a more formidable foe than Darth Vader, who was felled by a similar concoction that Count Fagula merely laughed at) and being elected "The First Black President".   Reid returns to crooning as well, with "I've Got to be Free" being one of his best ballads and "She's Bad" being examples.  And, dare I say, it, some social commentary?  "Business Deal" finds Blowfly reversing the pro-sexual harassment sentiment of 1977's "To Fuck the Boss".  And then there's "That's What your Pussy's Made For", which may be the quintessential Blowfly rap song.  Seven minutes of incredibly over the top, un-PC sentiment that has lost little of its ability to offend thirty years later.  Underneath it all (way underneath) is a cautionary tale about sheltering children, predator adults, absentee parents and birth control.  Or maybe I'm just reading too much into it:


Possibly most offensive to teachers.  The protagonists' instructor does thoroughly improper things after class, and Blowfly rhymes "muscle" with "worser".  At any rate, it opens this album flawlessly and IMO should have won a Grammy for Best Comedy Recording in 1984.  "Eat It"?  Please.


ELECTRONIC BANANA (1984)

The followup to FRESH JUICE found Papa Fly leaping headlong into the synthesizer era, with keyboards overshadowing all sonically.  The songs were still hilarious, with "The Electronic Pussy Sucker" and "It Takes a Freak" commendably futuristic, and "Fuck the Devil" name checking Jayne Kennedy and Irene Cara in a good way and Redd Foxx and Richard Pryor in less reverential scenarios.  It isn't all rap drenched in keyboards though.  "Gimme That Old 69" is a brilliant Louis Armstrong pastiche (surprising that Reid never did one until '84) and "Rotten Fish" is calypso Blowfly, featuring a fake Jamaican accent to rival the one Pam Grier gave us in COFFY.


While you're acquainting (or reacquainting) yourself with the one and only Blowfly, rest assured we will also be back AT THE MOVIES next post!

Sunday, July 22, 2012

Video Review: GET OUT OF MY ROOM (1985)








"Why the Hell isn't this on DVD yet, man?" -- Number 83








CHEECH AND CHONG: GET OUT OF MY ROOM (1985 Universal Home Video) Starring Cheech Marin, Tommy Chong, Evelyn Guerrero, Jan-Michael Vincent, Cassandra Peterson, Beverly D'Angelo, Alana Soares, Lelani Soares, Mary Woronov, John Paragon.  Directed by Cheech Marin.


Paragon interviews Richard "Cheech" Marin, Tommy Chong and various fans of the comedy team while providing a window into the creative process of making the duo's first LP in five years, GET OUT OF MY ROOM.  The resulting 52 minute special of the same name also serves as a video EP for the album, with four tracks ("Get Out of My Room", "I'm Not at Home Right Now", "Love is Strange" and "Born in East L.A.") getting the MTV treatment.





After twin box office disasters (STILL SMOKIN' and barely released CORSICAN BROTHERS) left the unmistakable impression that the team was nearing the end of the line, Cheech and Chong went back to their recording studio roots. The resulting LP didn't make anyone forget BIG BAMBU or LOS COCHINOS but it was a moderate hit in 1985. Taking a stab at a mockumentary was inspired, likely by the wild success of the prior year's THIS IS SPINAL TAP. To further shake things up, the video marked Marin's directorial debut (Chong had previously helmed four of their features).




Long-time fans of the duo will appreciate the surfeit of recognition humor from Cheech and Chong's prime years.  Among the nuggets: the title track being sung by THE WEDDING ALBUM's Johnny Stash ("Black Lassie") and Chong's calming technique from UP IN SMOKE introducing one video.  Tommy Chong pretty much disowned GET OUT OF MY ROOM as Marin's baby in his biography, but the chemistry between the two appears as strong as ever during the interview segments.




Unfortunately, veteran aficionados can also discern further evidence that Cheech and Chong are running low in inspiration.  Cheech alter ego Ian Rotten and the title track are (respectively) half-hearted echoes of Alice Bowie and "Earache My Eye".  To be fair, the video itself does provide some retro-chuckles with spot on spoofs of everything cheesy about Eighties videos.  This sadly isn't the case elsewhere: instead of spoofing the futuristic video cliches of the era, "Love is Strange" emulates them, and while Woronov and D'Angelo contribute their cameos here they're given little to do other than be recognizable.


The video ends with "Born in East L.A.", the Springsteen parody that ended up getting a lot of MTV play in the fall of 1985.  This segment clearly was Cheech's baby: Chong is nowhere to be found.  It was a harbringer of things to come.  GET OUT OF MY ROOM turned out to be Marin's springboard to a solo career, and his next project on both sides of the camera was expanding BORN IN EAST L.A. to feature length in 1987 with Jan-Michael Vincent reprising his video role as the immigration officer. 




The original music video was the highlight of both versions of GET OUT OF MY ROOM and arguably more memorable than the subsequent film, but it would be nearly a quarter century until Cheech Marin and Tommy Chong collaborated again.  GET OUT OF MY ROOM is middle-grade Cheech and Chong on the whole, but that still makes it a much better swan song than THE CORSICAN BROTHERS and easily their funniest project since THINGS ARE TOUGH ALL OVER.


So...why isn't this on DVD yet (in the U.S.)?

At less than an hour, GET OUT OF MY ROOM is just the right length to avoid feeling padded, but not quite feature length and could use some some supplements to a standalone DVD. It did get a UK release.


Why it should be on DVD:

Not top grade Cheech and Chong, but good enough for most fans and a return to watchability after a couple of misfires.  The LP finally made it to CD in 2002, and this is the only Cheech and Chong effort from their heyday that isn't out in the U.S.  In the meantime, GET OUT OF MY ROOM is available for viewing on Netflix Instant.

Friday, November 18, 2011

Ladies on the Lam: SAFE IN HELL and THE LEGEND OF BILLIE JEAN


Put away your bootlegs: it's time for Missing No More!  Two more of The Horn Section's past review subjects are now on DVD for the first time, thanks once again to our good friends at the Warner Archive.   It's almost becoming a monthly occurrence.

While our two cult movies were released fifty-four years apart, they surprisingly have a lot in common.  Both center around a southern girl who is tough as nails: one a Corpus Christi teenager, the other a New Orleans secretary.  Both women suffer injustices at the hands of powerful males and financial hardship afterward.  Both also draw the line at providing physical favors to the men who wronged them.  When each lady defends herself, a felony is the (unintended) result, so both heroines end up running from the law.


That's a lot these two films have in common, despite the features taking place in very disparate eras: SAFE IN HELL (1931) is product of the "anything goes" pre-Code early thirties, while THE LEGEND OF BILLIE JEAN (1985) was produced in the middle of a decidedly conservative decade for Hollywood.  Reflective of their respective periods: the bulk of the former takes place in a literally Godless atmosphere, while BILLIE JEAN's title character is inspired and empowered by SAINT JOAN.  But hey, enough comparisons and contrasts.  Let's get to the good news.


The folks over at the Warner Archive finally agreed that fair is fair and released THE LEGEND OF BILLIE JEAN on November 1st.  Released through the label's Columbia Classics subdivision, it is reasonably priced at $14.96.

BILLIE JEAN's steady march to a loyal following didn't get off to a promising start, as it was an outright disaster at the box office in the summer of 1985 despite considerable promotion from MTV.  BILLIE JEAN was lost in the shuffle at theatres during the summer of BACK TO THE FUTURE.  It finally found its audience the way many initially overlooked movies did in the Eighties, via healthy home video rentals and saturation showings on cable.


THE LEGEND OF BILLIE JEAN did produce one immediate success, from its Chrysalis-heavy soundtrack: Pat Benatar's "Invincible", complete with the music video below featuring a healthy dose of clips from the film.  Ironically, one person who isn't a fan is Pat Benatar, who reportedly to this day derides the film in concert as "the worst ever made" before performing her hit "Invincible", the smash hit from the film's soundtrack. 


If this is true, then lighten up Ms. Benatar!  It's been twenty-five years and you were ten years older than the target audience to begin with.  In my review I noted that BILLIE JEAN has its problems script-wise, but it's also easy to see why this film strikes a chord with many.  It's great to see it not only newly remastered, with including an all-new commentary as well.  Way to go, Warner!

Perhaps even more impressive is the release of SAFE IN HELL (1931), which never saw a home video release of any kind before November 8th, when Warner Archive came through for us pre-Code aficionados and made it available for $19.95.  Here's a few minutes from the film, as leading lady Dorothy Mackaill checks into the Tortuga hotel managed by Nina Mae McKinney:


It's a rare appearance by McKinney, who was only 19 at the time, and features the equally underappreciated stars Dorothy Mackaill and Clarence Muse.  I have to say that in all my years seeking out obscure hidden treasures of cinema, SAFE IN HELL remains one of the most pleasant surprises I've ever stumbled across.

Directed by the great William Wellman (PUBLIC ENEMY, A STAR IS BORN), SAFE IN HELL offers McKinney and Muse non-sterotypical roles, all too rare for African-American actors in the Thirties. Wellman's underrated work is also tough and uncompromising right up to the less than happy denouement which is a surprise, even for pre-Code Hollywood.


If you haven't shopped at the Warner Archive yet, by all means browse the inventory, as they are adding new films weekly.  Hey, if you're reading this blog regularly, you're probably interested in what they have to offer, right?


More reviews on the way, as always.  In the meantime, how about a little more of THE LEGEND OF BILLIE JEAN's soundtrack?  Here's the late Wendy O. Williams with "It's My Life":


Thursday, June 10, 2010

The Horn Section Salutes: HAZEL SCOTT (1920-1981)




Friday, June 11th would have been the late, great Hazel Scott’s 90th birthday. A child prodigy who learned the piano by ear at age 3 and was allowed to enroll in the Juillard School of Music at age 8 (16 was normally the minimum age!), Scott was born in Port of Spain, Trinidad and Tobago and raised in New York City. By the time she was a teenager a she was hosting a radio show on WOR; by her 21st birthday, she’d made her Broadway debut in SING OUT THE NEWS.


Along with her contemporary Lena Horne, Hazel Scott refused to perform for segregated audiences. It was only the start of a lifetime of activism for the jazz legend, who continued to stand up for Civil Rights when Hollywood came calling in 1942.  Hazel Scott entered the film world on her terms: she turned down the stereotypical and subservient roles Tinseltown was offering.  Insisting on playing and being billed as herself, the outspoken pianist soon had a reputation for "being difficult" that (along with her 1945 marriage) shortened her film career.  Scott's very accurate protest regarding wardrobe in 1943's THE HEAT’S ON proved particularly damaging.



But the courageous stand taken by Hazel Scott unquestionably helped pave the way for the greater opportunities black actresses would receive in the decades that followed. She would appear in only five features before returning to recordings and concerts full time: SOMETHING TO SHOUT ABOUT, I DOOD IT and THE HEAT'S ON (with Mae West) in 1943; BROADWAY RHYTHM (1944) and in perhaps her most memorable appearance, RHAPSODY IN BLUE (1945).




Bet you didn’t know Scott was a pioneer on TV too.  The first African-American performer to host a network series was not Leslie Uggams (1969) or Nat “King” Cole (1957)—it was Hazel Scott.  In 1950(!) when Uncle Miltie was still TV’s top attraction and I LOVE LUCY was still a year into the future, THE HAZEL SCOTT SHOW aired on the original “fourth network”, DuMont, and featured Ms. Scott as the solo star in three 15 minute programs on Monday, Wednesday and Friday each week.


The clip at the top is from a later TV appearance in 1955, with Hazel Scott supported by legendary bassist Charlie Mingus and Rudy Nichols and singing in English AND French (just two of her seven languages) for the March of Dimes. Do yourself a favor: don’t stop with that highlight, or the other two clips from Ms. Scott's films linked above. Go to YouTube and check out more of Hazel Scott.  For example, this terrific clip from 1943:



She was a jazz legend whose 1955 album Relaxed Piano Moods is regarded as an undisputed classic.  A 1978 inductee into the Black Filmmakers Hall of Fame despite the fact that she only appeared in 5 feature films.  A bold, independent lady who fought against both segregation and McCarthyism--her HUAC testimony was particularly courageous and powerful.


There’s so much more to tell about Hazel Scott and I can really only scratch the surface with a blog post.  For further reading about her, I give my highest recommendation for Karen Chilton’s terrific 2008 biography Hazel Scott: The Pioneering Journey of a Jazz Pianist from Cafe Society to Hollywood to HUAC to learn more about a true groundbreaker. 


Tuesday, May 18, 2010

Ronnie James Dio, R.I.P. (1942-2010)





Toasting the late, great Ronnie James Dio, who passed away at age 67 on Sunday.

Not only one of heavy metal's all time greatest vocalists, but also a pioneer who, in the MYSTERY video, showed us that no matter how old or short you may be, if you're the lead singer, you get the girl. Enjoy!

Sunday, May 09, 2010

The Horn Section Salutes Lena Horne (1917-2010)



Sad to report that the great Lena Horne passed away Sunday night at age 92. 

A terrific singer, Lena Horne was best known onscreen for her performances in 1940's musicals such as CABIN IN THE SKY and STORMY WEATHER.  Her version of the latter's title song became even better known than Ivie Anderson's original version (no small feat, trust me!) and in fact she made it her signature song.   Offscreen, she was a pioneering voice in the Civil Rights movement and a lifelong activist.


Those of my generation became familiar with Ms. Horne through her near-constant appearances on popular variety shows (FLIP WILSON, LAUGH-IN, DEAN MARTIN) and for one very memorable appearance as herself in one of the best-loved episodes of SANFORD AND SON.  She was in her late fifties at the time, and her best-known film appearances were three full decades behind her, but Ms. Horne still had us understanding why Freddy G. was so smitten with her.  It goes without saying that she induced yet another "big one" that almost sent the senior Sanford back to Elizabeth!


The first clip at the top is Lena Horne on a 1967 episode of THE DEAN MARTIN SHOW signing with the star of the show.  They sounded great together, and ol' Dino clearly enjoyed singing with her, for she returned to the show 5 times.  And of course, there's much more of Lena on YouTube, and you'd much rather hear her sing, so here ya go:



R.I. P. Ms. Horne.  More reviews coming!

Friday, April 24, 2009

THE HORN SECTION Salutes: Nina Mae McKinney (1912-1967)



Before there was Dorothy Dandridge, even before there was Lena Horne....Hell, fully a decade before there was Lena Horne...there was the beautiful and talented Nina Mae McKinney.

Her second film, 1931's SAFE IN HELL, was Number 24 in the "Why the Hell isn't this on DVD yet?" series last May. While playing the non-stereotypical role of the hotel manager--very rare for a black actress in 1931--McKinney also offered a playful rendition of "Sleepy Time Down South"---incidentally, co-written by her SAFE IN HELL co-star, Clarence Muse. Muse was a longtime actor, director, writer and composer who was still working 45 years later in CAR WASH and who has a cafe theatre named after him right here in Dallas at 650 South Griffin Street.

The clip above offers another opportunity to enjoy Ms. McKinney's singing talents. From the 1932 short, "Pie Pie Blackbird", she sings "Everything I've Got Belongs to You", accompanied by Eubie Blake's orchestra. For more of Ms. McKinney, check out her later films, SANDERS ON THE RIVER and DEVIL'S DAUGHTER. More reviews to come....

Thursday, October 16, 2008

CD REVIEW: Black Ice - AC/DC (2008)






AC/DC - Black Ice (2008 Columbia) Angus Young - guitars; Malcolm Young - guitars; Brian Johnson - vocals; Cliff Williams - bass; Phil Rudd - drums. Produced by Brendan O'Brien.






It's been eight long years since we last heard from the Thunder Down Under, and while 2000's Stiff Upper Lip was a fine comeback after the disappointing Ballbreaker, it was easy to see the guys were aging. Lots of midtempo, bluesy songs with oft-lazy lyrics, overly relying on the riffs and the groove from the Young brothers. George Young produced it well, and there were enough good songs to see there was life in the boys yet, but they didn't exactly appear to be challenging themselves.



The new Black Ice shows off a rejuvenated AC/DC. The heavy riffs are back, but also, for the first time since 1988's Blow Up Your Video, so is diversity. While there are plenty of stompin' rockers here like "Skies on Fire", "Money Made", "Big Jack" and the first single, "Rock N' Roll Train", there's also some nifty slide guitar work ("Stormy May Day"), a ZZ Top pastiche ("Decibel"), the band's first 'pop' classic since "Moneytalks" (the wonderful "Anything Goes") and the first funky bass line since "Meanstreak" ("She Likes Rock n' Roll").



Oh, and then there's "Rock and Roll Dream", a song that might even qualify as sort of a ballad. Don't fear, though. It brings more memories of "Spellbound" (or perhaps "Let Me Put my Love Into You") than "Love Song", trust me. The band also harkens back to Back In Black on "War Machine", which sounds like a tougher, meaner "Given the Dog a Bone" riff-wise.



Memories of Back in Black aren't entirely out of place because Brendan O'Brien (Pearl Jam, Springsteen) gives us the best production work since the Mutt Lange trilogy. O'Brien coaxes Brian Johnson's best work since the 1980's, by reportedly limiting the singer to one hour of work per day. An inspired idea, and the now-61 year old singer sounds terrific throughout, particularly carrying "Stormy May Day", "Rock and Roll Dream" and the uptempo "Big Jack". There's also a lot of cool touches, such as the stuttering bass intro and "Who Made Who"-esque fadeout on "She Likes Rock n' Roll". O'Brien gives bassist Cliff Williams and drummer Phil Rudd some spotlight time, something sorely missing from the last two releases for both.



Track by Track (key tracks in blue):



1) ROCK N' ROLL TRAIN - The irresistible first single is the perfect introduction to this record, with clear seperation, a catchy riff and just-right backing vocals. Solid. ***1/2



2) SKIES ON FIRE - Slow, anthemlike churner with the Lemmyesque lyric "I know you know you know me". Who can resist? ***1/2



3) BIG JACK - Perhaps Johnson's best performance on the record, a hard driving bit of braggadocio. Great line: "Santa ain't the only one who's got a full sack". Indeed. ****


4) ANYTHING GOES - The most controversial of the new tracks; hard core fans will hate it, casual fans will find this the band's most radio-friendly song since "Moneytalks". My opinion: an instant classic, channeling both Creedence and Slade. ****



5) WAR MACHINE - The second official advance track, bringing to mind the menace of "Hail Caesar" and the riff of "Given the Dog a Bone". Short and sweet. Maybe even too short. This is the one song on the record that the 1980 version of Brian Johnson could have made a little better. ***



6) SMASH N' GRAB - Decent, but nothing special. I'm indifferent to this one for some reason. **1/2



7) SPOILIN' FOR A FIGHT - After a very The Cult-like intro ("Wild Flower" anyone?), the band demonstrates the distinct difference between the imitators and the originals: namely, a touch of the blues and a world of difference in the guitar work. ***1/2



8) WHEELS - Brings to mind "Beatin' Around the Bush", not as fast. If it's filler, it's damned rocking filler. ***



9) DECIBEL - The guys channel ZZ Top on this one.  Not the crappy post-Eliminator version, but the kickass Rio Grande Mud/Fandango! version, in case you were wondering. ***



10) STORMY MAY DAY - Awesome slide guitar from Angus Young here. Like "War Machine", short and sweet, definitely leaves you wanting more. ****



11) SHE LIKES ROCK N' ROLL - A funky bass line, snotty background vocals that Johnson joins, a classic Young brothers riff. What more do you need? Should be a hit at the topless bars for sure. ****

12) MONEY MADE - Very Zeppelinesque, which certainly isn't a bad thing. If the riff from "Cover You in Oil" had been developed a little more, this could have been the result. ***1/2


13) ROCK N' ROLL DREAM - What a creative, interesting song. Yeah, O'Brien indulges a few production tricks here, with the overdubbed bridge and the echoing fadeout. But Johnson really carries this, a harder version of the introspective "Ride On". For my money, the best song on the record and the second instant classic here. ****



14) ROCKIN' ALL THE WAY - After a great lower-register vocal intro from Johnson, this one's just slightly above ordinary bluesy rock. Would fit right in on the record from Zakk Wylde's Pride and Glory. **1/2



15) BLACK ICE - Despite Johnson's vow to "gouge your eyes out", this one is filler, reminiscient of the final three tracks on The Razors Edge. **

OVERALL: ***1/2 out of ****

Johnson sings "this could be the very last time" here, and if it turns out to be, AC/DC has exited the stage with a bang. Aside from a couple of less interesting tracks to close the record, this is a strong, diverse collection showcasing one of the very best bands in rock and roll history. All five members are in fine form. Johnson in particular hasn't sounded this good since Flick of the Switch and producer Brendan O'Brien brings some much needed new ideas to the table without sacrificing AC/DC's essence. This record doesn't quite touch Highway to Hell, Back in Black or Let There Be Rock, but you can proudly stand it toe-to-toe with anything else in the band's catalog.

Tuesday, November 20, 2007

Film Review: THE DECLINE OF WESTERN CIVILIZATION II: THE METAL YEARS (1988)



"Why the Hell isn't this on DVD yet?" -- Number 21








THE DECLINE OF WESTERN CIVILIZATION II: THE METAL YEARS (1988 New Line) Documentary; featuring interviews with Gene Simmons, Paul Stanley, Lemmy Kilmister, Chris Holmes, Alice Cooper, Ozzy Osbourne, Joe Perry, Chris Holmes, Nadir D’Priest, Bill Gazzarri, Tawn Mastery, countless others. Directed by Penelope Spheeris.


Spheeris’ followup to the 1979 punk classic is a little too calculated and narrowly focused but it is still a fascinating documentary for those of a certain age (say, like mine) who lived through the Metal Years in the U.S., which roughly stretched a decade, from the US Festival in May 1983 to the rise of Seattle based grunge in early 1992. She turned her camera on the Los Angeles heavy metal scene from August 1987 to February 1988, interviewing several bands still trying to make it in the wake of the scene's vanguard bands (i.e. Motley Crue, Quiet Riot and Ratt), numerous fans, promoters, girlfriends, opponents of the music, and heavy metal legends such as Motorhead’s Lemmy Kilmister, Paul Stanley and Gene Simmons of Kiss, and most notoriously, W.A.S.P. bassist Chris Holmes.


Some sources such as VH1 and David Konow’s Bang Your Head cite this film as the beginning of the end for the heavy metal era. In truth, the quality of the music itself had already peaked by the time DECLINE was released in 1988, with virtually all of the copycat L.A. bands getting signed and the increasingly maudlin power ballads getting almost all the airplay as the decade came to a close. DECLINE II features several L.A. bands trying to make it in mid-to-late trend: some, like Vixen and Faster Pussycat, would have gold records and become one hit wonders (with power ballads of course, “Edge of a Broken Heart” and “House of Pain” respectively).


But we get to meet the no-hit wonders as well, among them Odin, Seduce (who migrated to L.A. from Detroit) and London, metal’s version of a class AAA farm team. London hung around Los Angeles for a decade and produced members of Motley Crue and W.A.S.P. but would otherwise be doomed to complete obscurity if not showcased here.


The fledgling bands we see here seem motivated primarily by sex, drugs and the promise of lots of money---or at least play to the camera by stating that. We do see a glimpse of the creative process at the film’s close watching Megadeth’s self-destructive but undeniably talented Dave Mustaine in the studio near the film’s end. Unlike many poppier bands like Poison, Megadeth would succeed into the alternative 1990’s without missing a beat. The aforementioned Seduce is another band with something more on the brain than sex and drugs.

There’s Ozzy Osbourne trying to make breakfast, with a shaky attempt at pouring his orange juice that clearly looked faked in 1988 (and was) but would have fit right in with everything else we saw on his wildly successful reality series 15 years later. And then there’s poor Chris Holmes of W.A.S.P. Well, maybe not poor, assuming this is his home. That’s a pretty nice pool. But as he groggily slurs his words in front of his mother and waves around his bottle of vodka, he comes across as the insecure kid in school who kept trying to convince everyone how cool he was. It’s hard not to feel a little sorry for him.

We also meet legendary L.A. club owner Bill Gazzari, then in his mid-60’s and giving Dick Clark a run for his money in the "world's oldest teenager" competition. He's pushing the band Odin heavily (to no avail) and hosting lascivious dance contests for twentyish females only. Gazzari passed away in 1991 as the metal scene was winding down, but he apparently died a happy man: we find out here he had two 19 year old girlfriends. As for the dance contests he hosted, well, on second thought, lascivious at the time maybe, but two decades later, they’re nothing compared to what you’ll see in a video like, say, Nelly’s “Tip Drill”.

And now, one mini-rant/personal opinion:

I think the statements from VH1 (and Konow even) that the “disgusting sexism” shown in this film “shocked” the fans and "led to grunge killing metal" are A) melodramatic; B) revisionist history; and C) in my opinion, wrong.


Come on, this was nothing shocking in 1988, not even in this particular music scene. Your typical HIT PARADER article on Motley Crue circa 1983 had far worse stories regarding treatment of women (and drug use). And rock and roll always had the stories about groupies and general excess; is anything in DECLINE earthshaking compared to your revelations in your typical Led Zep bio (stories from up to two decades prior)? Get real. As I stated above, the audience didn’t leave because the musicians had so-called “disgustingly sexist” attitudes; they left because the records started to all sound the same (and mostly suck) long before 1992. Where was the edge by the time “It’s Over Now” and “Don’t Treat me Bad” were all over top 40 radio? Grunge didn't kill metal, metal killed itself. Grunge was just the next fad in line.

The balanced perspective of the successful veterans (save for Paul Stanley, filmed with scantily clad women all over him), the delusional dreams of the less talented trend followers, and the candid scenes from inside the clubs all combine to create an entertaining and fast moving 90 minutes. It’s extra watchable if you lived through the era and lived the scene, even if you weren’t in California.

So….why isn’t this on DVD?


Two words: music rights. It is an issue with damn near every DVD release. It’s why we had such a high price tag on the first season of Happy Days and why WKRP almost never got released. Hell, it could be the reason we're still waiting on Mannix for all I know.

It’s a tad too narrowly focused on L.A. to be the definitive 1980’s heavy metal documentary, and the song selection could be better. For example, Lizzy Borden had some good original songs. Why did we need them playing the umpteenth cover of “Born to be Wild”?

Why it should be on DVD:

No doubt there’s a lot of folks who would like to own it on DVD; it is the best known film on the genre made during the hair metal era.

With the benefit of twenty years' hindsight, the extras could be very enlightening. A "Where are they Now?" for example.

While many of the bands who never made it are very forgettable, there’s also notable exceptions here worth checking out. Seduce were probably ahead of their time: “Watchin’” would have fit in well during the angst-filled 1990’s, and “Crash Landing” (showcased here) was a harrowing song about a real life flight out of Detroit that, well, crash landed.

The Chris Holmes interview, exaggerated or not, is a must see, if not as jawdropping as it seemed in 1988.

Very watchable, and after one formulaic “Behind the Music” documentary after another, a lot more uninhibited.

As a side note, in addition to David Konow's informative, aforementioned Bang Your Head, there’s a hard to find but scholarly look at the music worth seeking out, Deena Weinstein’s Heavy Metal: A Cultural Sociology. Read ‘em both if you’re a headbanger, past or present.

Thursday, October 19, 2006

CD Review: BLOWFLY - Blowfly's Punk Rock Party (2006)


WARNING: MUCH MORE PROFANITY THAN USUAL IN THIS MUSICAL INTERLUDE.  You've been warned...


BLOWFLY - Blowfly's Punk Rock Party (Alternative Tentacles Records - Virus 367)(2006) Produced by Tom Bowker




No one was more thrilled than yours truly when word came last year that the legendary Blowfly (a.k.a. Clarence Reid) had formed a new band with manager/drummer/producer Uncle Tom Bowker. Not only would Papa Fly be releasing his first CD since 1999's Blowfly Does XXX-Mas, but he would also be hitting concert stages across the country for the first time in over a decade.

Blowfly didn't disappoint in the live shows I saw in Dallas and Fort Worth over the winter, but I will admit that I was a bit apprehensive when I heard he would be following up his Fahrenheit 69 comeback record with...a punk rock album. True, Blowfly has hit many genres in his 35+ year career: he's given us soulful ballads like "Cum of a Lifetime", a Louis Armstrong pastiche with "Gimme That Old 69", and an entire album of 1950's standards gone 'Fly ("Blue Balls", "Your Precious Cunt"). But he was better known as the original dirty rapper ("To Fuck The Boss" from 1977, "Rap Dirty" from the 1960's!), and, perhaps even better, as the very dirty R&B parodist ("Swearin' to God" became "Spread Your Cheeks"(!), "First Time Ever you Sucked my Dick" needs no explanation). To me, best of all were his R&B originals ("Girl Let me Cum in Your Mouth", "Who Did I Eat Last Night?"). It all sounded fantastic, and hilarious, like a filthy version of Weird Al Yankovic with about a thousand times more talent--and rightfully so, for under his own name Reid wrote hits for K.C. and the Sunshine Band, Gwen MacRae, Betty Wright, and himself--he charted under his own name with "Funky Party" and "Nobody But You Babe", among others.

But a punk rock record? Although "You've Got Your Dick on Backwards" and the heavy, rockish update of "Your Precious Cunt" on 2005's Fahrenheit 69 hinted at this direction, I will admit I was skeptical as to how this would work.


So, how does it work? Smashingly! Blowfly's Punk Rock Party, with a 19 new songs plus 6 alternate versions, recreates the old party feel of his 20-25 track 1970's LP's like Oldies But Goodies and Blowfly At the Movies and is, in fact, his best overall record since the 1983 classic Fresh Juice (which included "Too Fat to Fuck", "The Vampire that Ate Miami" and the song I consider Blowfly's Stairway to Heaven, "That's What Your Pussy's Made For").

The band (which includes Reid, Bowker, guitarist Forrest Gimp and bassist Kunta Whytaye) pulls off punk with conviction and is tight after all the roadwork. After taking a record to fully find his songwriting groove again, Papa Fly's lyrics are filthier than ever this time out. He almost offended me a time or two, and that's damn near impossible. Wisely, Blowfly and Co. chose mostly mid-tempo punk classics to parody, so it's easier to clearly hear and understand these warped lyrics (if you can over your own laughter).

Highlights include: Blowfly does The Clash with "Should I Fuck This Big Fat Ho", in which 'Fly weighs the pros and cons of the situation ("She was too fat to fuck at nine/But now it's two and she looks fine"); "R. Kelly in Cambodia" in which Jello Biafra himself joins the fun; a wickedly funny Iggy Pop takeoff in which Blowfly tweaks the First Family again, "I Want to Fuck Your Dog"(!); the Blowfly original "Scumbag Fucker" (any explanation needed?); and the inevitable Ramones parody, "I Wanna Be Fellated" ("20, 20, 20 dollars a blow").

A few of the parodies may seem a little too obvious: "Whip It" becomes "Suck It", "Dancing with Myself" becomes "Playing with Myself", but don't fret over that; on this record, the next "Oh my God!" hand-over-mouth moment and/or belly laugh is never too far away.

Perhaps most shocking of all: Blowfly includes 6 "radio friendly edits" at the end of the CD (bonus tracks, 20 through 25). Blowfly cleaning up his act a little? Now that's a funny thought!

SUMMARY:
*** out of 4: As is the case with many comebacks, the second record is better than the first. This is a CD that longtime Blowfly fans will love immediately, and with the harder edged rock sound, is also accessible to a whole new Blowfly audience. After hearing this one, I can safely say Papa Fly still has plenty of gas in the tank (and rubbers in his wallet, hopefully :).

Check out Blowfly's website, from which this CD and many other classics (my other personal recommendations for the uninitiated: Disco and Blowfly's Party) are available:

http://www.blowflymusic.com/