- Captain Beyond (23)
- Telefon Tel Aviv (20)
- Johnny Cash (17)
- Queens of the Stone Age (14)
- Be Bop Deluxe (13)
‘GET OUT OF MY MIND!!!’. Is what I would say if you invaded my mind with some sort of mind probe.
Truth does not lie in understanding. There are many things that I know to be true but that I do not understand. Truth is in beauty, beauty in elegance, elegance in simplicity. Therefore truth should be self-evident.
J’aime aussi Paris.
I have a love/hate relationship with the Blue Öyster Cult. Their first 2 albums are good, Secret Treaties (their 3rd) is their finest and most coherent studio album, and On Your Feet Or On Your Knees is the standard by which to judge all other live rock albums: it is basically the pinnacle of any rock album as far as I’m concerned, on a par with AC/DC’s Highway to Hell, Black Sabbath’s Vol.4 (or even their 1st LP), Led Zeppelin 1 or Deep Purple’s In Rock. Even though they had their three big singles after this period, their albums were poor and their quality control left much to be desired. They just lost the cohesion they seemed to have during the so-called “Black and White” period of their first three albums.
Most of the criticism leveled at Secret Treaties has involved the mix and production and while this rerelease is just a remaster, it goes a long way towards correcting the mix of the original.
The new sound lends more prominence to the drums and bass, which was essential because Al Bouchard’s drumming is genius bordering on mania. I believe his musicality is as important to rock as Keith Moon, John Bonham or Ian Paice, and only reasons he isn’t popularly counted amongst their number is partly due to lack of sustained record sales but mainly due to his jazzier stylings. Not unlike John Densmore’s work, on the first four BÖC records he has a lighter touch (and also on the Stalk-Forrest Group album from the period immediately before that), and that helped him get a little lost in the mix.
The main factor of Secret Treaties has always been its coherency due to most of its songs relating to the Imaginos story arc, the three unrelated tracks being suitably quirky and edgy to earn them a place amongst the madness. This is where the release starts to fuck with me: the additional tracks are mainly non-mythos, but they are all rubbish. It’s telling, especially in light of BÖC’s later releases that the only tracks left off the LP were genuinely not good enough to be included, that there were no “preference” cuts of similar quality left off due to simple time constraints. It makes me really sad that this band were struggling to fill an LP so early in their career, but then I suppose the signs had always been there. Songs had been retreaded many times – as SFG they had recorded I’m On the Lamb, then again on the 1st BÖC album as I’m On The Lamb But I Ain’t No Sheep and then again as The Red & The Black on their 2nd album, Tyranny And Mutation.
Listening to the SFG album, there are many little musical stealings from their own canon, but this one is the most blatant because it actually appears a fourth time on the Secret Treaties remaster as one of the finished but discarded pieces, Mes Dames Sarat, which is only very slightly changed using the same method that the 2nd album version was made to differ from the previous version.
I suppose, apart from a few albums’ worth of killer tracks, they were just a jam band gettin’ off on wigging out…
Nick Cave and the Bad Seeds – God is in the House (DVD)
Nick Cave’s always gonna be an underground artist. His performance name (Nick Cave and the Bad Seeds) is viral enough to get into the minds of a much wider audience than that reached by his actual music. I have to admit to being part of that demographic – my first Seeds record was Murder Ballads, and through my experience with that album I believe that Nick Cave is someone whose image differs widely from his identity.
I’ve been disappointed by almost everything I’ve heard from Cave, save for maybe twenty-five songs from here and there across his career (mostly where Blixa Bargeld got to unbalance the composition, and maybe that shows up some of my leanings or prejudices), so I really wanted this combination promo, live and documentary DVD to open my eyes.
I watched the videos first, and they are all culled from No More Shall We Part, an album the title of which Cave himself has trouble remembering, so I moved on, nonplussed.
The documentary has an interesting hands-off, letting the footage speak for itself style but again the album being documented is shit and the players reflect this in their affected boredom, demeanour and tantrums.
The concert sums up, for me, the Cave experience: none of the performances have finesse, apart from Mick Harvey, the eternal sideman. Blixa is standing there bored and uninterested throughout the entire show. Nick can’t really cut the singing, his stage presence is small but really the focus is on his lyrics.
And that’s the kicker – the songs here are strong but only Warren Ellis the violinist looks even vaguely interested and Nick can’t even remember the lyrics to the only song he performs from Murder Ballads, ironically his best-selling album and one that broke him with help from Kylie Minogue.
So yeah, I’m not really impressed by what I’d hoped would be an insightful document. Well, I suppose it is insightful, I just don’t like what I’m seeing.
I’ve read recently reviews of Nick Cave’s newest release, Abattoir Blues/The Lyre of Orpheus, hailing him as “a man who had secured his
place among the greatest and most respected of living songwriters” (Salon.com), and having heard his new album I’ll second that because ultimately Nick Cave is someone whose image differs widely from his identity, and up to this point I’ve been hung up on the image of the man, a false image.
Over the Ionian.