Monday, May 14, 2018

Review: 'The Beach Boys with The Royal Philharmonic Orchestra'


What does a record company issue when a valuable property’s back catalogue has already been remastered, remixed, repackaged, rereleased, and rejiggered more times than anyone could count? Something like The Beach Boys with The Royal Philharmonic Orchestra, I guess.

Superimposing Muzak strings onto a simple rocker like “Fun, Fun, Fun” or “Kokomo”, a song that no one but Mike Love remembers fondly, is a terrible idea. Productions such as those on Pet Sounds are already sufficiently orchestral. Yet there are possibilities. Some of The Beach Boys’ more unfinished-sounding tracks—say “Cool, Cool Water”, much of Smiley Smile, or oddities such as “Can’t Wait Too Long” –might have been interesting if finished off with arrangements more in the experimental spirit of such pieces. The fairly complementary and relatively dissonant orchestrations on “Heroes and Villains” (the only track exclusively recorded for Smiley Smile in the bunch) support this. The one other track that survives the orchestral treatment is “Darlin’”, which receives an understated bed of sweeping strings in the Philly Soul vein. However, by mostly playing it safe and only tampering with The Beach Boys’ most familiar tunes instead of seeking out oddities that might actually benefit from this concept, conductors/composers Steve Sidwell and Sally Herbert smear a layer of pap over some of the most perfect productions in pop.

Thursday, April 26, 2018

Audiophile Matthew Sweet Reissues Coming This Year

From 1991 through 1995, Matthew Sweet released three of the best power pop CDs of the nineties. Beginning late May/early June 2018, audiophile label Intervention Records will start rolling out Girlfriend, Altered Beast, and 100% Fun on 180 gram vinyl. Each album has been subjected to complete analog mastering from the original master tapes and will be presented as multi-disc sets to allow room for a multitude of bonus tracks. First up will be 100% Fun followed by Altered Beast appended with the Son of Altered Beast EP in July/August, and finally Girlfriend in October. All discs will also be released as SACDs "within a month or two" of the vinyl releases. 

Now for the track listings:



100% Fun

Side One

Wednesday, April 25, 2018

New Rolling Stones Vinyl Box Coming in June

This won't be the first box set of post-sixties Stones vinyl, but it looks like it has the potential to be done right when UMe puts out The Studio Albums Vinyl Collection 1971-2016 on June 15. The 15 albums (5 of which are doubles, bringing the set to 20 discs) in the set spanning Sticky Fingers through Blue & Lonesome has been "sourced from the original master tapes" and "remastered and cut at half-speed at Abbey Road studios" by Miles Showell according to the press release. The Stones' signature packaging quirks have been retained, including the working zipper on Sticky Fingers, the postcards included with Exile on Main Street, the die-cuts in the cover of Some Girls, and all of the other assorted gimmicks. And it will all be housed in a lenticular box.

Here's the run down of what will be included:
  • Sticky Fingers (1971)
    • LP sleeve presented as Andy Warhol's original design complete with working zip and hidden image beneath

Monday, April 23, 2018

Psychobabble's Ten Greatest Albums of 1988


The return to a more organic sound that would define the best nineties rock was still a distant pipe dream in 1988, yet there is a sense of new birth and rebirth in the best music of a generally stale year. Morrissey and Keith Richards stepped outside of bands either seemingly dead or most sincerely dead to make worthwhile solo debuts. Jane’s Addiction slithered out of the sleazy Sunset Strip scene that gave us the hair metal polluting the era and put a scary, junkie spin on the metal revival that felt far less mannered than Axl Rose’s whining. The Pixies and My Bloody Valentine— perhaps the two most influential bands on the coming decade— both released striking debuts too. Meanwhile two of the most influential bands of the waning eighties released L.P.’s that found them inching closer toward genuine superstardom (though only one would truly snatch the coveted ring). So for a year dominated by the likes of Def Leppard, Whitney Houston, Tiffany, Debbie Gibson, Rick Astley, and White Snake, 1988 still managed its share of great discs. Here are ten.

10. Viva Hate by Morrissey

Just days after the release of Strangeways, Here We Come, Morrissey was already at work on his solo debut, and Viva Hate is a different beast from the final Smiths record. While The Smiths sound was always distinct from contemporary trends, Viva Hate and its gated, glossy Stephen Street production is pure eighties and completely lacks the distinct musicianship Johnny Marr and Andy Rourke brought to every Smiths session. Viva Hate sounds like Morrissey’s bid for solo stardom, but his writhing discontent and all-around disagreeableness could never have put him in competition with Rick Astley. Take the utterly sweet sounding “Bengali in Platforms”, which can be interpreted as either an in-character snapshot of Thatcher-era racism or just an honest expression of Morrissey’s own shitty opinions about immigration and race, which he has become more comfortable expressing in recent years. Either way, it does not stir feelings of comfort. “Everyday Is Like Sunday”, Morrissey’s definitive solo number, is considerably less distasteful, though his wishes of seeing a dull seaside holiday town nuked into oblivion is hardly hit parade fare. His anger is most justified on “Margaret on the Guillotine”, though the lyric is devoid of insight (he wants her executed because she makes him feel old and tired…not because of her inhuman policies?) and the airy music never touches ground. Street and Morrissey grumpiness meet on common ground in “Angel, Angel Down We Go Together” in which Morrissey finally reveals a degree of humanity by offering some very Morrissey comfort to a suicidal friend and Street lays on a string arrangement owing more to “Eleanor Rigby” than “The Long and Winding Road”. “Suedehead” is the most-Smiths like number on the disc and arguably the finest. Now if only Morrissey would shut the fuck up so I could still enjoy listening to his music.

9. Talk Is Cheap by Keith Richards

Friday, April 20, 2018

Review: 'FAB GEAR: The British Beat Explosion and Its Aftershocks: 1963-1967'


It’s no obscure morsel of trivia that British pop was the palest, flimsiest imitation of its American equivalent before The Beatles. When the Fabs turned the ignition switch on the sixties, a flood of new moppy popsters got signed. The best of them—The Kinks, the Stones, The Hollies, you know the rest— would have long and rich careers, but most weren’t fit to pass out cups of water in that league. The worst were throwbacks like Peter Jay and the Jaywalkers, Ray Singer, Bobby Rio and the Revelles, Migil 5, The Wackers, and The Chapters, who make Billy J. Kramer sound like Mick Jagger. Some of the ones that actually knew Chuck Berry existed were at least capable of making a nice noise: Carter-Lewis & The Southerners, Le Group 5, The Bo Street Runners, The Wild Oats, The Epics, The Clique, Grant Tracy, etc. (ironically, however, The Rockin’ Berries apparently never actually listened to the rocker they named themselves after). Artists who might have competed with the major names had the breaks been easier are pretty rare, The Action being one such group.

An expansion of Pye’s Beat, Beat, Beat compilation series, Cherry Red’s FAB GEAR: The British Beat Explosion and Its Aftershocks: 1963-1967 is a hefty six-disc set that collects some of the bad, some of the great, and a whole lot of the in-between. This makes for an inconsistent and rarely revelatory listen, but fans of this tuneful era will find the mass of it great fun, and on occasion, educational. There are pre-stardom tracks from David Bowie (though, at this point, even this stuff is getting pretty familiar), Arthur Brown, The Moody Blues, Klaus Voorman, members of Deep Purple, The Move’s Carl Wayne, Mike D’Abo, Steve Howe, and Lemmy. A small smattering of familiar songs by The Kinks (a silhouette of whom adorns the cover), Chad and Jeremy, The Searchers, and Marmalade are like buoys that keep the listener oriented in a sea of obscurities, as do covers of several beloved Beatles, Kinks, and Chuck Berry songs, though titles such as “Hurdy Gurdy Man”, “I Go to Sleep”, “Where Have All the Good Times Gone”, and “Think It Over” are not covers of the classics you think they are.

Friday, April 13, 2018

Review: 'The Who Live at the Fillmore East 1968'


The Who were essentially an unknown quantity in America until they distinguished themselves in 1967with stateside performances at Murray the K’s concert series on the East Coast and the Monterey Pop Festival on the West Coast. When word of their autodestructive act got out, The Who rapidly developed a reputation as the ultimate Rock & Roll circus act. To capitalize on that deserved status, the planned follow up to The Who Sell Out would be a devastating live album recorded at New York’s Fillmore East in April 1968.

Unlike basically every live Rock album before it, the resulting recordings were powerful, well balanced, and mostly well captured. They were also loaded with gaffs as Pete Townshend stumbles on his guitar strings close to the beginning of the very first song and “Shakin’ All Over”; vocal harmonies miss their marks widely on “Fortune Teller”, “Little Billy”, and “Tattoo”; Keith Moon’s drums are so buried in the background on “My Way” that they seem to disappear at times; and Roger Daltrey sings the wrong words over John Entwistle in the first verse of “Boris the Spider”. Such errors are supposedly the reason an actual live album never materialized in 1968, and Decca settled for cheating new fans with the deceptively titled Magic Bus—The Who on Tour. Of course, quality control matters little to bootleggers, who embraced the unreleased tapes as their own for decades.

Now on its 50th anniversary, The Who’s April 1968 set is finally getting official release via UMe. The little flaws cease to matter as the strength of the overall performance booms through The Who Live at the Fillmore East 1968. There are many virtues to this collection. It catches The Who at a brief juncture when they still performed such oddities as the scrapped anti-ciggie advert “Little Billy” and a lengthy jam on “Relax” from the recently released Sell Out. Songs that didn’t make some of the bootlegs, such as “I’m a Boy” and Eddie Cochran’s “C’mon Everybody” (there’s a semi-Cochran theme throughout a set that showcases three of the rocker’s classics), are restored to the set, as are chunks of “Relax”, A Quick One While He’s Away”, and an almost absurdly extended “My Generation”, which is long enough to get its own disc in this new set. In at least a couple of cases, errors are fixed with cagey mixing: Moon’s drums are pulled to the fore in “My Way” and Daltrey’s lyrical fumble in “Boris the Spider” is pulled back. * Unfortunately, such miraculous cures of modern technology also come with an all-too common downside: the sound is brick walled.  Attention remasterers: stop making your remasters so fucking loud! The Who sure don’t need any assistance in that department.

Despite the uncomfortable sound quality, The Who Live at the Fillmore East 1968 remains a quality live album and one of The Whos worthiest archival releases. If anything, the occasional mistake only adds to the charm of a disc that captures The Who approaching the end of their most charming era.

*Update: It has come to my attention that despite the suggestion to the contrary in the press release, this new set is actually a mix of performances recorded on both nights of The Who's Fillmore stint in April 1968, so tracks weren't actually remixed to bury flaws but are totally different performances from the ones on the bootleg. Sorry about the sloppy assessing, folks.

Sunday, April 8, 2018

Review: 'Superman: The Golden Age Dailies: 1944-1947 '


While thoughts of war were consuming his adopted home, Superman was intent on soothing America’s troubles with the whimsy that fits him like a red and blue unitard. Once he’s done hawking war bonds in the very first frame of the strips collected in Superman: The Golden Age Dailies: 1944-1947, Supes no longer has any such consequential matters in his spit-curled head. Instead, he’s contending with invisible imps called ogies (good luck not reading that as “orgies”) and the visible one known as Mr. Mxyztplk. He’s referring to his fellow fellows as “chaps” and Lois Lane is calling him “Supie.” He’s constantly on the verge of marrying Lois (though she never remembers their multitudinous engagements form story to story) and confounding Lex Luthor with his invulnerability (how is Luthor still confounded by this?). There’s a cliffhanger every third panel, little sense, and maximum fun.

That these storylines tend to wrap up in fewer than sixty strips further maximizes that fun by cutting out the repetitiousness and meandering subplots that always sink prolonged newspaper comic arcs. Despite their glorious silliness, I still found these stories irresistibly compelling. I was genuinely eager to find out whether or not Superman’s proposal to Lois in the “Engaged to Superman” was genuine or not. And I’m 44. Feel free to judge me all you like.

The only shade that falls on the sunny tone occurs in the final arc, in which Superman must deal with that new bugaboo hyperbolic fogies labeled “juvenile delinquency.” With its unpalatable preachiness and violence against kids, the subtly titled “Juvenile Delinquency” is a hint that Superman won’t be as swell in the fifties. But that’s really a concern for the next volume of this series. This one is almost completely on the beam.

Superman: The Golden Age Dailies: 1944-1947 is another collection from IDW and The Library of American Comics, so it goes without saying that these black and white strips are superbly packaged, printed on heavy stock pages wrapped in a full-color hardcover, and finished off with a ribbon bookmark (I love those). But the killer diller stories are what make this volume a must for Super fans.
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