Five more albums (well, six, actually) that I haven't listened to in at least ten years. (Yes, Steevee, I did have one more selection from the D section.)
Devo -
Now It Can Be Told: DEVO at the Palace 12/9/88
A three-sided live album recorded a few years after their early '80s peak. It opens with a mostly unplugged rendition of "Jocko Homo," recasting it as a folk song. From there, it goes into songs from Devo's prime era, alongside newer songs from their debut Enigma release
Total Devo, and a dismal song called "It Doesn't Matter to Me," all played at drastically slower tempos with distinctly un-Devo-esque arrangements. I mean, forget about their lounge-lizard sets as "Dove, the Band of Love," or their
E-Z Listening releases; everyone was in on the joke with those. The sluggish arrangements on
Now It Can Be Told just come across as poor ideas. And the self-pitying stage patter doesn't help: "It's not easy to be a Devo fan these days ... A lot of people out there think Devo just isn't cool anymore." (When was that not true?) The spuds drop the mawkishness and pick up the tempos on Sides Two and Three, albeit with some irritating touches, like the false ending imparted to "Jerkin' Back 'n' Forth." (Maybe the sour aftertaste of Side One makes me less amenable to such feints.) And there's just no way for them to dress up the weak songs from
Total Devo. Side Four has "Attention spuds! No groove! Do not play!" printed on the label, along with etched cartoons (purportedly) by the band members. The cover of my copy has a cut-out notch, so I couldn't have paid very much for it. Maybe it'll be a collector's item for someone else.
Joe Ely -
Live Shots
From the juiced-up bar-room piano that opens "Fingernails" to the mournful climax of "Boxcars," this is much more like it for a live disc. The former Flatlander recorded this album with his band while they were opening for The Clash on a UK tour. (Joe, Mick and Topper appear in the gig photos on the inner sleeve.) The performances are consistently energetic and passionate. The audience's applause gets faded out after almost every track, but it sounds like Joe and his band received a warm response. Definitely a keeper.
French, Frith, Kaiser, Thompson -
Live, Love, Larf & Loaf
The first collaborative effort between these four musicians has its weak points, mostly the songs fronted by Fred Frith's nearly tuneless voice. But musically, it's always entertaining and energetic. The whole thing has a Captain Beefheart vibe (not a big surprise, thanks to the participation of Magic Band alumnus John "Drumbo" French), which is something I always appreciate. Most of the selections fronted by Thompson's voice, like "Drowned Dog Black Night," Tir-Nan-Darag" and "A Blind Step Away," would've been standouts on his own albums of the time. And the goofy version of "Surfin' USA" is a hoot. Another keeper.
Face to Face
Face to Face -
Confrontation
This Boston band's self-titled album came to me as a freebie from our local radio station; their other album has a cut-out notch in the cover, so I assume I got it at a discount. Not to be confused with the punk band of the same name -- this is an AOR-friendly quintet with a female singer named Laurie Sargent. She's not as consistently commanding a vocal presence as Pat Benatar, but she doesn't descend to the levels that Patty Smyth scraped in Scandal. (Sargent also is a fairly capable rapper on "Under the Gun.") And they add a lot of funky touches that make the overall results a notch more interesting than either. (Arthur Baker is listed as producer on two tracks on the debut, and on most of the second album.) The weakest tracks are the ones fronted by guitarist/singer Angelo Petraglia; he's a much less interesting vocalist. In the end, despite Baker's funky influence and Sargent's consistently impassioned performances, the band can't keep the stench of fake-rock from descending over the proceedings. (Just when I was about to say that it's not as consistently bad as Cutting Crew, a smarmy saxophone crops up to make the comparison more inevitable.)
54-40 -
Show Me
Thanks to the geographic advantage, music fans here in Washington tend to be much more familiar with a wide range of Canadian artists than the music lovers further south of the 49th parallel. I don't remember ever hearing people in Colorado talk about Sloan, Metric, The Tragically Hip or 54-40 ... whereas those artists are a big deal here. The third album by this Vancouver quartet has a pretty big production, blending varying measures of heartland rock with U2-ish anthem rock. But it doesn't feel overwrought in that "execrable '80s way." (I thought I heard those cliched synthetic horns on one song, until I read the liner notes and realized one of the members does double on trumpet.) And the musicians know how to use dynamics, which is more than Cutting Crew or Face to Face can say. Yeah, my Washington friends know what they're talking about. Keeper.