Showing posts with label 1966. Show all posts
Showing posts with label 1966. Show all posts

Tuesday, August 4, 2009

The Who - A Quick One (1966)

I feel bad for thirteen days of no reviews. It's been a bit hectic for me finding an apartment in a new town, enjoying some time with my better half before her own apartment hunt, and (to some extent) coping with the fact that I apparently now have a solid reader base, beyond m@ (my part-time mentor from my hometown) and my cheerleading fiance. Why, people might outwardly disagree with something I say!

It sounds stupid, I'm sure of it: man writes blog, people read blog, man panics. The fact is that I write for my own enjoyment, to sort out how I appreciate music, to critically assess what I love and give a re-examination to artists I've placed on a high pedestal in my youth to see how they've stood up in the time that has passed. Beyond that, I also don't think anything I write is all that good.

Of course, I've said the exact same things about an essay on the Bohumil Hrabal novel Closely Watched Trains and its filmic interpretation that my Czech professor insisted be submitted to an international writing contest sponsored by the Czechoslovak Society of Arts and Sciences. I've said the exact same thing about my mini-thesis on The Kinks. I definitely think my feeble attempts at fiction are just that: feeble attempts.

And I will say the same thing about my Master's thesis, whatever it may be. I'm leaning towards Zappa, my father is practically begging me to write about Les Paul (a bit unfair for me, as I am currently not a guitar player - I quip that my being a drummer "barely qualifies me as a musician"), while I myself am thinking Zappa's cultural relations might be too easy, yet at the same time a musicological breakdown of his work is...labyrinthine. That's being polite about it. Maybe the answer rests elsewhere. Oh, well, who gives a fart, I'm breaking my own cardinal rule about not getting autobiographical. I felt I needed to explain my absence.

One quick final thing: I will also admit I am my own harshest critic, and while I reserve the option to not publish a comment on this site I find rude or unflattering*, I didn't have to. Either you guys are starved for decent album reviews or I really do have some skills to speak of as a writer. I would like to thank all of you for leaving comments. It was very touching - thanks to Dave Emlen and his fabulous dedication to The Kinks - and I realized that Kinks fans come in all shapes, sizes, and tastes, but we're all united under the umbrella of Ray Davies' genius. I wish I could say the same for Zappa fans...everyone from leftists like me to classicists to guitar hero rockists to cynical Ron Paul libertarian assholes want to claim him for their own. His widow isn't helping things at all, unless of course dividing the fan base even more sharply than before is considered helpful in some esoteric circle of which I am not aware.

The Hell with it, let's get this started before I lay down on the couch while you read on in an overstuffed leather chair.

I've got lots of issues with The Who, almost to the same extent as The Rolling Stones, though not as dramatically. With The Rolling Stones, I feel like they barely achieved their potential to do great things in their time. That slew of albums from Aftermath to Goat's Head Soup (yes, I'm a Stones fan who loves that album, one of those...) is a great run. I think Some Girls was excellent, though those two interim albums are God-awful. Their longevity is to their detriment. Anthony DeCurtis, citing Glenn Gass in a documentary on Bob Dylan (I know this because Glenn proudly showed this in the Dylan class, saying, "How cool is this! I'm the guy Anthony DeCurtis is talking about! I'm quotable!") said something to the effect that his pre-Love And Theft albums were so not up to par that the quality of his earlier works can begin to come into question.

I love The Rolling Stones when they're at their peak. Unfortunately, this is only a slice of a very inconsistent cake. This is the same band that did Dirty Work. Every album since then is praised upon release as "their best since Some Girls" or, in more daring circles, "their best since Exile On Main Street." Then a couple years go by and we all realize we were just creaming our collective jeans because The Rolling Stones once again set out and proved to us that they're not dead yet, with a leading single that is some rewrite of "Brown Sugar" to make it certain.

With time marching forward, as it tends to do, The Who are digging a similar grave. A lot of people checked out when they lost Keith Moon in 1978. And yet enough time has passed that there are people out their who are completely fine with Face Dances and It's Hard and appreciate them for what they are. Kind of like the rare Three Stooges fan who defends Shemp Howard and in some rare cases prefers him over Curly. And that's fine...but then John Entwistle died the night before the start of their tour, and they carried on.

I won't judge that decision, for Roger Daltrey and Pete Townshend to carry on and even release an album in 2006, Endless Wire. Just don't call yourselves The Who!

Going back to the Three Stooges, The Who were sort of a comedy troupe, The Four Stooges of rock and roll. Sure, The Beatles had charm and those cute Liverpudlian accents, The Monkees were cuddly and safe for prepubescent consumption, and The Rolling Stones were ruffians with their defiant nature...but these guys were true hooligans in the sense of fun, contained destruction. (They didn't burn churches, for example.)

Please, do yourself a favor and watch The Kids Are Alright. I'll do my best to describe the band, but the film does it better. These four distinct personalities meshed so badly together that it worked. They were notorious for not getting along, at least back in the day. In present time, Roger and Pete probably lean on each other like Siamese twins. Pete was the serious singer/songwriter of the group, seeking spiritual enlightenment, a mix of the best of Ray Davies and George Harrison. Roger Daltrey was the street smart, pretty face of the group (I don't ever think he was a particularly good-looking man myself) and not a bad singer when he wasn't overdoing it, looking just as likely a dockworker as he was a rock singer. John Entwistle was the token dark, quiet one of the band...yet also the one with the sharpest, driest wit. A snappy dresser, the proverbial anchor as both the bassist and the only one not keen on destroying his gear on stage. (In the hotel rooms, he was just as bad as the next guy. Literally, the next guy I'll be discussing!)

And then there was Keith Moon, the reason I wanted to be a drummer. He was all the great comedic madmen combined, as destructive as Curly Howard, lovable as Harpo Marx, angst-ridden and apt to play dress up as Peter Sellers...and yet also a great drummer. Don't expect him to ever play a straight rhythm & blues-friendly pocket beat, no way...he seemed in perpetual motion, all over his drum kit, and yet with the layout of the band, with a bass pretty much playing lead and the guitar providing rhythm, it worked. I read somewhere his drumming was much like a keyboard arrangement. A bit of a stretch, maybe, but I can say he was able to take what could have been a chorus of chaos on his drum kit and make it work into being both elegant and perfectly rhythmic.

Before the band's invention of bawdy arena rock on Who's Next, before that terrible bucket of overindulgent rectal mucous that is Ken Russell's film version of Tommy, before the countless farewell tours that boast to be the last time - FOR REAL THIS TIME! - only to be disproven a year or so later, before "Eminence Front," before "You Better, You Bet," before Rock Band made them known to an array of 13 year olds who can afford a gaming console but can't afford a low-end guitar so they can play for real, and before CSI cannibalized not just one but three of their songs into cut-and-paste "we're using this for no real reason" theme songs...

...before all that, there was The Who, four guys from Shepherd's Bush in Northern London, who loved R&B and soul, but were terrible at it, their saving grace being one of the great defiant anthems of their time, let alone all time, "My Generation." I'm quite harsh on their first album, in the same way I was with Please Please Me. There's some great songs, precursors to punk (Steve Jones of The Sex Pistols and Mick Jones of The Clash - no relation - have both said that early Who was the music they learned guitar to) like "Out In The Street" and "The Good's Gone." Even when they're whimsical, as on "It's Not True," the song is quite solid musically and on a lyrical level funny.

When the time came for their second album, it was decided that in order to make more money off of their new LP, they would all write at least two songs a piece. Roger wound up doing one, John and Keith each turned in two, and Pete did the rest except for their cover of "Heatwave" by Martha & The Vandellas. The results are surprisingly creative, though there was no doubt some sort of pressure due to the changing current of pop music.

Between Bringing It All Back Home, Highway 61 Revisited, and Rubber Soul in 1965, the bar was raised for the British bands. I'll go ahead and throw The Beach Boys into this mix as well, because alongside Dylan, Smokey Robinson, and Marvin Gaye they were the only true innovating artists in America (though much respect goes out to the men behind the consoles, the Phil Spectors and Berry Gordys and Jim Stewarts who took American pop music beyond the realm of Fabian) at that time, though I don't think Gaye and Robinson saw The Beatles as "competition." The scenes on the West Coast were just opening up, because of this fusion of The Beatles and Dylan.

It was up to The Beatles' fellow countrymen (plus The Beach Boys) to keep up with the ante raised by those three albums. A standard was established, and whether or not you could overcome that hurdle was a litmus test. Are you willing to go out of your comfort zone? The Rolling Stones did it with Aftermath, an album of all-original tunes without a single cover to be found. Taking more of a cue from Dylan, Ray Davies did "A Well Respected Man," "Dedicated Follower Of Fashion," and "Sunny Afternoon" before ending 1966 with the one-two punch of Face To Face and "Dead End Street," firmly establishing The Kinks as an individual, trend-bucking ensemble. (Right in time for them to get banned from the United States, but them's the breaks.) The Beach Boys did Pet Sounds, which is a producer's album through and through.

Other British groups thankfully (Herman's Hermits) and regrettably (The Yardbirds, Them, The Animals) didn't quite make it. As much as I love the Jeff Beck-era Yardbirds, producer Mickie Most took them out of their sonically experimental territory heard on Roger The Engineer and into psychedelic pop. With The Animals is was a combination of their lack of a strong central songwriter (though that was the case with Them and The Yardbirds as well) and the fact that half the band drank too much and the other half smoked too much, and I'm not talking about ciggies.

Though they were late bloomers, in this weird turf between The Kinks' emergence and latter-day British Invasion acts like The Creation, The Pretty Things, and The Small Faces, The Who responded to this radical shift with flying colors. I don't rank A Quick One as one of the all-time greats, there were still some kinks (sorry!) to be worked out, but when they were on you'd better buckle the Hell up. What weighed their first album down so badly was their attempts at James Brown numbers. They're so bad...well, they're not quite good (though my father ranks The Who Sing My Generation as one of the funniest albums ever, alongside Elvis Presley's Christmas record). They're pretty crummy, actually.

It was "My Generation" that put them on the map, and their follow-up single, "Substitute," carried on this message of angst and a surprisingly honest message of "I look pretty tall / But my heels are high." The song isn't the same aural assault that "My Generation" was, but just as strong in every respect. Producer Shel Talmy**, apparently in an act of spite over the release of the self-produced "Substitute," put out the song "A Legal Matter" as a single. A step backwards in the short-term, yes...but thank God history has ignored this slight blunder.

Their next single was "I'm A Boy," a beautifully arranged and funny story of a song. It was part of a larger sequence of songs Pete had in mind, to be called "Quads." I can't find much else on it, other than that they would be thematically related songs. A couple has quadruplets, expecting four little girls...but they get three girls and a boy, who they subsequently raise as though he were a girl. Groundbreaking for its time, still a bit shocking today (maybe more since everyone seems to be too politically correct for their own good), "I'm A Boy" was another step further in showing the band had morphed beyond their Mod origins, venturing into pop art, albeit musically, in the same way that I consider The Residents to be the musical embodiment of Dada.

A few stray singles from their first album, "The Kids Are Alright" (another excellent tune) and "La-La-La Lies" (eh...not so good) and the EP Ready, Steady, Who! were floated out to keep the band in the public eye.

Then came "Happy Jack." It was a #3 hit in the UK, but more importantly it got The Who into the US charts, peaking at #24. It's a great song to hear, even today...it sounds like it's on the verge of exploding during the verses, and when the chorus comes along the band takes the idea of tension-and-release to the maximum. The word "assault" keeps coming up in these descriptions. I know in this day and age of death metal, speed metal, hardcore punk, etc., "Happy Jack" and its chorus probably sounds like a walk in the park when compared to Napalm Death or Minor Threat. Once again, just put it in the context of 1966. No record bounced along the way it did, not even "Paperback Writer."

"Happy Jack" was recorded after A Quick One, but released before it as a single. A Quick One has a spirit to it, of a band with a newfound sense of freedom, the eccentric (but eager to push the envelope) Kit Lambert behind the console, and ready to pull out the stops and establish themselves as their own band. It took The Kinks' string of sardonic folk-rock singles and Face To Face to show their chops beyond the (delightfully sublime) proto-metal of "You Really Got Me." In a very similar manner, A Quick One was The Who's first proper album in their own realm without relying on cover tunes or trying to emulate someone else's sound or style.

And away we go. Buckle your seatbelts...at least for side A.

01. Run, Run, Run [10]
As far as album openers go, and there are many, many great ones out there, this is like the running of the bulls captured by a four-piece band. They pound this one out like their lives depend on it. Lyrically, it's quite an inversion of the somewhat scornful take on women in "The Good's Gone," "A Legal Matter," and "It's Not True." On those three tunes from their first album, the girl in question is the source of strife, in the latter examples attempting to ruin the narrator's life. Mean, moody, and magnificent. But on "Run, Run, Run," the song's subject is an object of sympathy, a hapless chick encountering nothing but horrible luck and encountering symbols of foreboding superstition.

Beyond the whimsical lyrics, sung with the same brooding voice of "The Good's Gone," the song is a musical bombardment. Keith is pounding out four beats a measure on the snare, bass, and his cymbals, Pete and John do their things quite aptly - I love the way John brings the band back into the final verse with those solid triplets out of the solo - and Roger's double-tracked lead sounds like two equally strong performances, of which they could not pick a favorite, at least to my ears. Great song, and proof that The Who were a Hell of a hard rock band...a good three years before Led Zeppelin.

For shits and giggles, and further proof that I love the Internet, here's the song in mono. Being a slightly different mix, keep your ears open for some feedback around 1:45 in the song.

02. Boris The Spider [10]
One of John's two songs, this one being his songwriting debut on a Who album (his "In The City" was the b-side to "I'm A Boy"). He hits the ground running with a Who classic, though not a single, greeted by fans like an old friend at concerts. During the verses, John demonstrates what a strong singing voice he has, before the un-human basso chorus and the falsetto "creeeeepy, craaaaawlie" bridge show off what a dynamic set of pipes he has. Again, there's a sense of lyrical humor in this song, with the music's heaviness throwing things off-kilter in a good way, in that the song's hero sees a spider and kills it with a book. That's it, but it's turned into a 2:30 pop song. Terrific!

03. I Need You [10]
Here's something you don't see often: a drummer writing a song. Not only that, but a Hell of a good song with a good melody and a rollicking performance to boot. The song's original title was "I Need You (Like I Need A Hole In The Head)." Lyrically, it's a bit choppy. I'm led to understand it was a bit of a snap at The Beatles, as Mr. Moon felt that they talked behind his back in a code - I should probably mention that the members of the band at this point were probably still popping amphetamines which can induce paranoia, make you a better musician, and lead to the creation of Blonde On Blonde - and the voice at 1:12 is Keith doing his imitation of John Lennon.

This song also features my favorite presentation of the drums on any song recorded, ever, on those choruses, where the cymbals almost wash out the entire rest of the band. It kind of sounds like that when you're playing with a band, so I won't deny its accuracy, never mind the resulting effect just sounds cool. By the way, that's Keith on lead vocal, not Pete, though I can see how one could get the two confused.

04. Whiskey Man [11]
My favorite song on the album, by far, which is saying plenty given the last three songs. John sings lead again as he did on "Boris The Spider" (sounding an awful lot like Roger), turning in another great performance. There's also a French horn solo, played by Mr. Entwistle. And it's perfect. The song is about an alcoholic who is joined by the "whiskey man" whenever he drinks. As we learn, it's a figment of his imagination, induced by the alcoholism. With the final reprise of the song's opening lines, John sings it like a looney rocking back and forth in his "little padded cell," reminding himself why he's there in the first place. Woefully overlooked, I feel, in favor of its arachnid cousin track, this is the better of the two, and one of The Who's finest moments as a band.

05. Heatwave [5.5]
This is where it stops being iconic. To its merit, the song is driven by the bass. After ripping it up on the first four tracks, this one totters along rather clumsily. The original by Martha & The Vandellas was catchy, at a stomping, clap-along tempo. But here, it seems like it doesn't quite pick up momentum, I feel at the wrong tempo, but at the same time it sounds like an outtake for what could have been a really good Motown cover (see their amazing version of "Dancing In The Street," also by Martha Reeves & The Vandellas, from The Who BBC Sessions and you'll know what I'm talking about). A good touch of wasted potential, I'm afraid.

To make matters worse/better (depending on who you ask), the American release of this album removed this song in favor of their latest single, "Happy Jack," which also became the title of the LP. For once, the US version of the album is in fact BETTER. God, I cringe saying that...but it's true.

06. Cobwebs And Strange [10]
Thankfully, "Heatwave" is a mere 117 awkward, unsure seconds long, meaning we aren't in the "they could have done better" territory for an extended period. This is Keith's other song, and, um...it's out there. For any other band, this would arguably be about as weird as they got. But over the next few years, Keith contributed some real oddities as single b-sides ("Dogs Part Two," "Waspman") that are at least just as odd and unique as this one.

It's a march, it's a series of bitchin' drum solos...and that's it, but it's maniacal good fun. Hopefully you're watching the video attached for this song. It's the promo film for "Call Me Lightning" intercut with footage and photographs depicting Keith's wild side, from The Kids Are Alright. He may have only lived 31 years, but it seems he had a lot of fun. A lot. However much of it he remembered at the end of the day is highly speculative.

07. Don't Look Away [9]
The band opens the second half of the record with one of Pete's. "Run, Run, Run" this is not, but it shows Pete had as much capability to write a Beatlesque pop song (I can picture McCartney singing this on Help! or Rubber Soul, right down to the slightly countrified solo that could have come out of George's Gretsch hollowbody, the one he had on The Ed Sullivan Show) as he could do an anthemic "WHY DON'T YOU ALL F-F-F-FADE AWAY" declaration of independence set to a no-holds-barred musical backdrop. I'm docking a point for this one being maybe a hair too derivative, but a 9 is still a good score. Like Aftermath, I used to piss on side B of this record with contempt, if only because these songs didn't have the hyperbolic dynamics of, say, "Run, Run, Run" or "Cobwebs And Strange." Now in my advanced age of 22 (having first consciously heard this album at age three, later buying the CD at age 12), I am once again eating my words. Pass the ketchup, please.

08. See My Way [4]
On second thought, hold the ketchup. This song is pretty dull. The liner notes for BBC Sessions described this as being fairly tentative compared to the version they did for Auntie Beeb (which I can't find on the YouTube, proving once again why I hate the Internet). This just sounds unfinished, again, like they could have done a significantly better take. Whatever instrument that is playing the solo (sort of a weird organ or a flute-voiced organ?) sounds stupid to me. John's bassline saves this song from being a lo-fi heap of parrot droppings, to crib a Python quote.

Did I mention this song was written by Roger?

09. So Sad About Us [10]
Mod-rock's last stand, at least until British punk shook hands with New Wave and gave us The Jam, The Buzzcocks, et al. This is a great song, and its cover by The Jam (and others) has given this song a legacy as a shimmering example of Mod rock, the first Britpop song for my money. (So they didn't just invent punk music!) A step up from "Don't Look Away" in all the right ways, a pop song unique to Mr. Townshend's pen, very much in the vein of The Who's own style and sound. One of hundreds of semi-obscure album tracks (like "Picture Book" by The Kinks, "Not A Second Time" by The Beatles, or "Take It Or Leave It" by The Rolling Stones) out there that would/should/could have been smash singles in a perfect world, had they been released as such. It's also one of the best breakup songs of all time, period.

Here's a clip of them doing it live, which I'd never seen before. It's always neat to see these once-rare clips that were unavailable when Jeff Stein was assembling The Kids Are Alright.

10. A Quick One, While He's Away [8.5]
I've been spoiled on this song. Its vastly superior live rendition from The Rolling Stones' unreleased-until-1996 Rock & Roll Circus TV special, featured in The Kids Are Alright, is as far as I'm concerned the greatest real-time performance ever captured, and The Who's best moment as a band pre-Tommy. It is also a tour de force^ if you're a drummer.

But this version? Let me play like the politicians do and dodge that question. The story behind its inception is that the band had about ten minutes to fill on the record. Kit Lambert suggested to Pete that he do a ten-minute song. He initially balked, saying a ten minute song was unheard of, and that "British pop songs are two minute fifty, by tradition!" as Pete explained to Melvyn Bragg in 1974. The agreement struck was that Pete write a ten-minute story, with each segment of the story being a song in its own right.

Here's the breakdown of it:
[0:00-1:59] Her Man's Been Gone / Crying Town, then after a really bad edit...
[2:00-3:31] We Have A Remedy
[3:32-5:13] Ivor The Engine Driver
[5:14-6:40] Soon Be Home
[6:40-9:10] You Are Forgiven

It isn't as bad as I remembered, listening to it again, once I get the blistering stage treatment out of my head...pretending it doesn't exist. What sounds like white noise during "Ivor The Engine Driver" is in fact the crash cymbals sped up and compressed, to emulate a train engine. It doesn't work out as such, but still creates an interesting effect. The performance on the whole is a bit rough-shod, though the production on "We Have A Remedy" and "You Are Forgiven" is phenomenally done. Its polish makes it obvious the band had heard Pet Sounds.

This blows "Going Home" out of the water, that's for sure; the boys here don't seem keen on wasting your time. It's an interestingly done recording, I'd love to hear the early takes of it. Even though it sounds brittle in parts, the melodies throughout are exceptional. For this to have just been from one songwriter's pen is the telltale sign of Mr. Townshend's genius. There are bits I'm not crazy about: the vocal interlude between "We Have A Remedy" and "Ivor The Engine Driver," with the heavy echoes, sounds thin...I don't like it. It sticks out to me for some reason.

For what it is, a pressing of the boundaries for what pop music could/should be, in this case an extended story made up of several short songs, this is a successful experiment. If only more progressive rock acts had followed suit instead of pursuing the pompous classically-oriented avenues that abound with Emerson, Lake, and Palmer and Yes...ugh...

For this tune, which I once hated (for real!), I'm giving The Who an A+ for effort, B- for the final product, averaging out for the score it's earned. Pete would return to the idea of a larger work of music telling stories or at least featuring a concept, but I'll save those for later.

Subtotal: 88% B+

Replayability Factor: 1
I can hear side A anytime, anyplace, anywhere. Side B, which I do enjoy aside from "See My Way," is pretty good...but there's too many nuances in "A Quick One, While He's Away" that dictate careful listening. Careful listening, as in, headphones are almost mandatory to enjoy it all.

Consistency Factor: 1
For them, this was groundbreaking. I can't emphasize enough that they really came into their own with this album. The final track was the first venture into conceptual work, which Pete would actively pursue for the next seven years on the band's albums. Much of their "classic" career is given its grounding here. However, the format of Pete having all of four (!) of the album's ten songs is unheard of elsewhere. On all future albums, there's a song or three by John (at the least, zero on Quadrophenia, at most three on Who Are You and It's Hard) and aside from "Tommy's Holiday Camp," credited to Keith (but written by Pete, who gave Keith credit for the idea of a holiday camp) and a few rare cover tunes, THAT'S IT. This was Pete's game, much like Ray Davies' role as the dominant songwriter in The Kinks, with the occasional contribution from brother Dave. It's a great album, this one, but hardly representative of The Who and each member's roles within the band.

External Factors: 2
Inventing punk music wasn't good enough for them, so they had to go and invent progressive rock with "A Quick One, While He's Away," with its segments and tempo changes, which they in turn streamlined into an amazing live workout. Beyond that, nowhere else can you hear the band working collectively and creatively. As I said above under "Consistency Factor," this is the only album where you'll hear songs by Keith Moon. Or Roger, though in this case I say that's fine with me. 1966 was the year the rest of the hip world responded to electric Dylan and the matured Beatles, and though they were still freshmen in the grand scheme of the British Invasion, they passed the test.

TOTAL: 92% A-

Singles:
(There's a LOT, so get comfy!)

01. Substitute [10]
Iconic Who, a more honest approach of examining youth culture by way of identity crises and putting on fronts. It is nowhere near as madhouse as "My Generation," with its acoustic guitar riff, but John and Keith cover the sonic low end of the song quite well. At this stage, Roger sounds like he's still singing a bit higher than he should, but given the lyrical themes of insecurity throughout this song it works. A great single by a band on their way to greater things.

02. Circles [9]
Make no bones about it, The Who's single discography is a confusing mess of only-available-on-rarities-compilations-from-the-1980's, a song being the b-side in the UK but not in the US, only to be put out as a US b-side the following year (but in a different mix) - it is infinitely frustrating.

Take this song, for instance. This version is entitled "Circles," though it was erroneously labeled "Instant Party" on some other issues. THEN, they re-record the song (see below), entitle it "Instant Party," and it's the next single's b-side. Do they WANT to give us completists headaches?

This song is a great example of The Who's early sound, fast but not overly aggressive, a nice touch of brass from John, a good guitar line on the brink of melting down into feedback, and some unique vocal interplay between Pete and Roger on the bridge. They're on fire here.

01. A Legal Matter - to be discussed when I cover the band's debut album, where it makes its premiere.

02. Instant Party [6]
The original version (recorded first, but released later) of "Circles." Now that you're that much acquainted, here comes a curve-ball: this version was originally intended to be the band's next single, their final production with Shel Talmy. It was to have a song entitled "Instant Party Mixture" (can't find it on the YouTube, but as far as I'm concerned you're not missing much) as its b-side. Still with me?

So anyway, Mr. Talmy put out the "A Legal Matter" / "Instant Party" single, ironically becoming a bit of a legal matter for the band. As with The Kinks, Talmy played no insignificant role in the band's early development, but once he'd overstayed his welcome he couldn't have made himself scarce fast enough. That's at least how I feel.

How is this original version here? The trouble is, the song is just okay. It sort of drones along, not as good. It seems like Talmy had begun phoning it in, as they say, with The Who.

01. The Kids Are Alright
02. The Ox (UK single)
02. A Legal Matter (US single)
Again, all album tracks.

01. I'm A Boy [11]
I talked a little bit about this one earlier, so forgive me if it gets redundant. I love this song, and quite frankly I'm shocked it doesn't get any sort of respect for being four years ahead of "Lola" and six years ahead of Lou Reed's "Take A Walk On The Wild Side." I mean, the idea of parents forcing their little boy to dress and behave like a girl? It's sick, twisted, but it's also hilarious! The arrangement is beautiful, with the harmonies on the tail end of the bridge coming straight out of the Brian Wilson playbook. Fantastic!

There's a slower, different version, released on the 1971 compilation Meaty, Beaty, Big, And Bouncy. Equally enjoyable, with a more prominent brass part (which gets a solo in the songs middle), an extra verse, and the tempo somewhere in the maestoso range. Really cool, now somewhat rare since the label will probably never remaster Meaty, Beaty, Big, And Bouncy. Thanks for nothing, jerks!

02. In The City [10]
This John Entwistle tune was all he and Keith, with some guitar overdubs done later by Pete. So the harmonies in the verses are between John and Keith, who sounds quite a bit like Roger here. I've always found this to be a very fun song, very much influenced by surf music (it should be obvious by now Pete was into The Beach Boys, but Keith adored surf music, citing his favorite song ever as "Don't Worry, Baby" by The Beach Boys). A perfect example of the hidden treasures that can be found on the flipsides of singles every once in a blue moon. Mercifully, this song was a bonus track on the 1995 CD reissue of A Quick One.

01. Happy Jack [11]
If you wanted to take 1966 Who and encapsulate them in one song, it's this one. Sheer perfection. The song about a misfit named Jack was a big hit in the UK, but it also broke The Who into the United States. Though they would still have a ways to go before they became a household name, it was a Hell of a start.

In late 1967/early 1968, The Who came really close to starring in their own television series, a British version of The Monkees. Thankfully - or not? - nothing came of it, beyond the promo clip for "Call Me Lightning" posted above as well as this one, featured in The Kids Are Alright. The film does a pretty good job interpreting the song's kinetic energy. (But then I grew up watching it.) It also sums up the band: three complete lunatics, two of whom (Keith and Pete) keep one-upping each other with who can get more cake on their face, John the quiet but equally mad enabler, and Roger, the too-cool-for-school accomplice. Great fun.

02. I've Been Away [9] (UK single)
John Entwistle's b-side is a dark piano-driven waltz about getting locked away for a crime he didn't commit by his own brother. He then vows to murder his brother upon his release. A truly upbeat, commercial-friendly tune, for sure. I love it.

02. Whiskey Man (US single) - see above; album track.

Whew, I didn't think I'd get through all these damned singles!

WHAT?! There's MORE?! DAMMIT!

Ready, Steady, Who! (EP)
01. Disguises [9]
Rather an odd, moody number. Love the oboe solo. The lyrics sound like it could have been from the first album, though its musical arrangement is off-kilter, with swishing effected cymbals springing up throughout the recording, a droning guitar arrangement (in a good way), and some added percussion - claves, I believe. As the only...I hate saying this..."real" song on this collection, this might have fared better as a single. Then again, I don't know much about how EP's fared in their time. They seemed to have been important at some point in time, dying out somewhere in the late 1960's. Still, good song, not as memorable as their singles of this era, but a good bit of studio experimentation.

There's a different version on the BBC Sessions album, although I wish the oboe part had been left intact...that and Roger has that whiny brat vocal that lots of modern pop-punk bands have. Not as good as I remembered it, though the rest of the band gives a more alert performance. They sounded like they were ready to doze off on the Ready, Steady, Who! version, but I think that was the idea.

02. Circles [9]
Same as above, the b-side of "Substitute." It may be a different mix or something, but all this research has made my brain hurt. Given its running time, it's safe to assume it is the shorter, brassier version.

03. Batman [9]
Yes, the theme from the Batman television series, and it's awesome. The bass solo, chugging through the I-IV-V riff like it matters, is one of the coolest moments from 1966 Who. Is it a bit of a toss-off number? Yeah, sure, it is. But you know something? It's a blast!

04. Bucket "T" [9]
A Jan & Dean cover, with Keith Moon singing, this marks part two in a three-part series on the same EP where the band pays tribute to the West Coast sound. (Sure, the "Batman Theme" might have been written by Neal Hefti, a jazz composer, and I have encountered a recording where it's used as the head for a jazz piece, but given the right band it's a Hell of a groove.) In a bizarre, but fitting, twist of luck for The Who, this was a single - with "Run, Run, Run" AS THE B-SIDE - that went to the top of the charts...in Sweden. Even their chart success had a strange sense of humor.

Oh, and their only number one in the United States? The post-Moon piece of shit "You Better, You Bet," which sounds more like a Meat Loaf tune than The Who. Now if you'll pardon me, I need to go vomit. (Note the absence of a YouTube link for the song I just referenced. Look it up at your own risk. It's awful.)

05. Barbara Ann [9]
The Beach Boys made this song popular, and The Who gave it a treatment not unlike "Bucket T," with Keith on lead vocals again, the band flying through it like they popped a handful of Purple Hearts, and a slide whistle solo. Amazing!

BUT WAIT...THERE'S MORE!

I saw this on Wikipedia, and decided to tally this up for shits and giggles...

Jigsaw Puzzle, one of at least four "great lost Who albums," the other three being Who's For Tennis?, Five Foot Car, Four Foot Garage (EP), and Lifehouse. Its status is nowhere near as mythic as, say, Lifehouse, mainly because every song on it got released one way or another. The record is little more than a different presentation of the 1966 Who sound with a different title.

SIDE A
01. I'm A Boy (Slow Version) [10] - reduced to a ten
02. Run, Run, Run [10]
03. Don't Look Away [9]
04. Circles (Version 2) [9]
05. I Need You [10]
06. Showbiz Sonata (original title for "Cobwebs And Strange") [10]

SIDE B
07. In The City [10]
08. Boris The Spider [10]
09. Whiskey Man [11]
10. See My Way [4]
11. Heat Wave [5.5]
12. Barbara Ann [9]

TOTAL: 89.5% B+
(I won't fart around with tilting it, since it never got released...but with that running order I don't think the album starts or ends with fitting songs. And "See My Way" is somehow still intact, yet "So Sad About Us" is nowhere to be found. For shame!)


I'd like to end this trip to Who-land with a special comment on how frustrating it is to completely capture all their singles, in spite of the plethora of bonus cuts on these early albums' reissues. Even some a-sides ("Substitute," "I'm A Boy," "Happy Jack," "Pictures Of Lily") can only be found on compilations.

The best we can hope for from those money-grubbing jerkoffs at the label is one of those overpriced "singles box" deals with each CD holding just the tracks from the singles. (Oh, wait, it exists!) Let's say they had twelve singles...each song could probably fit quite cozily on one 70-odd-minute CD. Makes sense, right? Wrong. They'll just put the two tracks from each single on a separate, regular-sized CD.

Put on your lipstick, lube up, and bend over, because these guys are SCREWING US!

There's a guy running a Who fansite who I asked if he could do a fellow fan a favor and send me the incomparable Entwistle b-side "Dr. Jekyll And Mr. Hyde." (More on him in a second.) The song can be found on a 1968 compilation, the deceptively titled Magic Bus: The Who On Tour, which was released in the late 1980's on CD. It has since been discontinued by the manufacturer, meaning a remaster is probably not in the cards. In other words, it will sound like shit.

It can be found on a remaster of Magic Bus, imported from Japan, at the sensible price of $59.99 new, and (get ready) $162.85. Used.

It can ALSO be found on a compilation originally issued on vinyl by the band's label, considered an official rarities comp, now available on CD for only $52.99 new, $111.17 used.

And yet this jackass gave me a stern, condescending attitude of "You're not asking me to break the law, are you?" When I told him I figured so long as money wasn't changing hands, here's the analogy he gave me...try not to laugh:

"The artist loses money anytime music (which they sell for a profit) is distributed for free.

Its really no different than someone breaking into your house, taking various items, selling them and saying, "did I do something wrong?"

in other words, it is theft. I don't participate in theft of any kind. Perhaps you need to think about that too."

Though I won't name names, his site is actually excellent. He's got an attention to detail akin to my own. Unfortunately, his attitude about sharing - the phrase tape-swapping ring any bells? - is shitty.

Pete Townshend is making nickels off any of the discontinued copies of Magic Bus sold. As for the imports, I have no idea. Probably about the same, possibly less if they're unauthorized. If I felt like Pete (and Roger) needed the money and I was fine paying waaaay too much for music, sure, no problem. A more appropriate analogy, should we even reduce the argument to them, is Pete Townshend opens his wallet and a shit-ton of money comes pouring out. A nickel rolls my way. I pick it up. I pocket it.

I'd like to think the only thing I would have in my house worth a nickel would be a nickel. Pretty sure everything else is of considerably higher value. Why, some items cost about as much as they're charging for those imports!

Who's the thief here again? A frustrated fan, or the shysters who refuse to be sensible about packaging rarities, a multi-billion dollar corporation? Yeah, Who site owner, I have thought about it as you suggested, and my conclusion was that you're a greedy dick, the people at the record label are (somehow) worse, and I still managed to acquire the song - on YouTube. I win.

Excuse my rant, it's frustrating to begin with, and even more frustrating that someone who actually HAS all the songs won't share. If you'd like to talk about copyright violations, I'm sure all those album covers he has posted on his site aren't exactly being paid for...

Yes, it's a tragedy that being a Who fan doesn't mean the same thing as being a Kinks fan, where it's a community of literate, friendly lads (and lasses).

But you know something? I'll bet Mr. Who Site Owner and I can agree that this clip is fucking brilliant:


* I guess I'm too used to all those dumb-shits who comment over at the YouTube, where several of my own videos have gotten harsh, anonymous sentences from people with zero videos to their own name. A hundred people can come up and say, "Good job!," but it only takes that one asshole who says, "It was stupid, and so are you!" that can ruin my week. With this forum, I've come to realize now those pig-ignorant Philistines who've nothing better to do than spread bad vibes under a phony handle probably don't have the patience to read. You may have noticed I tend to be a bit verbose.

But seriously, set aside an afternoon and troll YouTube comments. It says a lot about the nature of the Western world. In short, we're screwed.

** Shel Talmy also produced the early Kinks. While he did a great job shaping both The Who's and The Kinks' early sound, he also sounded like a detached egocentric, unable to tell the difference between his version of "Dead End Street" and the one Ray re-recorded the following day.

^ Yes, that's me...two and a half years younger than I am now. I'm quite embarrassed by it, so go easy on me. I just really think it's a Hell of a trip for a drummer and hope you can at least see that, my own little fuck-ups throughout and all.


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Tuesday, July 21, 2009

The Rolling Stones - Aftermath (1966)

My initial reaction to this album was disappointment, but alas, that came by using The Beatles as the standard. This is what happens when an album is hyped up as being "The Rolling Stones' Revolver." Groundbreaking for The Beatles means the westward wind was diverted east and the sun has stood still. Groundbreaking for The Kinks means the most thought-provoking introspective poetry to come out of England since Wilfred Owen or Rudyard Kipling. Groundbreaking for The Who is a spiritual experience. Groundbreaking for The Rolling Stones is that they did an album of all-original songs.

I say this with a bit of joking derision, but also much affection. John and Paul could hiccup and a decent song would tumble out. For Dylan or Davies it wasn't second nature to them, it was their first nature. In the case of Mick Jagger and Keith Richards, their manager locked them in a drawing room until they'd written a song. It was a bit more of a challenge for them, and their early work shows a clear line of development and improvement as songwriters. Their successes and failures got released, from early masterpieces like "Tell Me (You're Coming Back)" to slightly airheaded (but really well-produced) stuff like "Play With Fire."

Mick and Keith could always fall back on the blues, or even somewhat contemporary R&B tunes, on their albums. They did a cover of Barrett Strong's "Money," and while The Beatles' version is a thumping romp, The Stones are downright menacing. Their demand for money - and lots of it - might as well be the musical version of getting mugged. They even did a cover of Marvin Gaye's "Hitch-Hike." I would hate to call it a crutch for the band, but it always seemed like a safety zone for them. They had seven songs in the can for an album? Add five covers and the album's a done deal.

Ok, so it was a crutch...but it's also what made them unique. I've said this before, but The Beatles weren't a blues band. Their version of Buddy Holly's "Not Fade Away" is given the full Bo Diddley treatment, turning a fairly pristine pop song into sounding like a blues song from yesteryear. And Mick Jagger is a terrific blues singer. The Yardbirds were the second-greatest blues band in England, but not because of their singer, Keith Relf; what put them on the map was their succession of guitarists.

That said, it only dawned on me one of the last times I listened to Aftermath that expecting Dylanesque lyrics over a shimmering sonic backdrop with The Rolling Stones is like expecting an album of doo-wop standards by The Kinks (now, Neil or Zappa, that's another story...). Yes, Dylan had some impact on The Rolling Stones - "(I Can't Get No) Satisfaction" is a pretty good example of this. But their roots were deep in the soil of the blues, soul, and to a surprisingly equal extent American country music.

What I'm building up to is that side B of Aftermath used to strike me as slightly unimpressive, by and large. But in the years that have passed since my initial listen - again, thanks to some twat who calls himself a journalist I was expecting another Revolver - it's come to me that this album is the logical development of the music that inspired them in the first place. They were finally able to write a proper blues song themselves and give it their own edge in the same way they'd been doing with Howlin' Wolf numbers. It's not like The Rolling Stones would ever start sounding like The Beatles out of the blue.

Oh...right - Between The Buttons and Their Satanic Majesties Request. Touche. Perhaps that's why Aftermath feels the odd man out of their innovative works from the mid-60's. I consider these three albums to make up a trilogy, in the same manner as Help!, Rubber Soul, and Revolver - let me qualify this claim - in that they began to challenge their established sound and songwriting. Would they have ever thought to use a xylophone on a record in 1963? Doubt it.

There's some terrific Rolling Stones moments on this record, with some of Mick and Keith's greatest songs all captured here, but the album is tossed askew by one mammoth of a tune that depending on who you ask is either a major distraction or a step in the development of more progressive rock and roll. I'm of the former school of thought. It's also a pretty long album for its time - 53 minutes - but as far as I am concerned, 11 of those minutes should have stayed on the cutting room floor. (Then again, if that had been the case, the song in question would be enshrined as the great lost Stones epic. Oh, fans...we're so fickle, so stupid...)

Since we're at an album that was markedly different in the US than it was in the UK, let me just reiterate that in these instances I always regard the UK version as the standard. This is the one with the artist-approved track listing and mixes. (Well, for the most part, let's leave the mono versus stereo debate for a rainy day. No, let's actually save that debate for monsoon season.) Thankfully, the differences are minor with The Who and The Kinks. With the latter, the US-only records have been considered obsolete since they went out of print. One of the few times The Kinks' period of obscurity in the United States worked in their favor.

I can't get behind anyone claiming the superiority of one of the American versions of a Rolling Stones album, or for that matter The Beatles (just wait till I do Rubber Soul!) because the UK albums give you more bang for your buck. There are fourteen tracks on the UK version of Aftermath. Somewhere in the Atlantic, in transit to the States, a whopping five songs seemed to fall off the boat and be replaced by "Paint It Black," their latest single. I love "Paint It Black." I think it's one of the band's greatest songs, period. But in the UK, singles wouldn't often grace LP's.

Oh, and the four songs that got lost on the voyage to the US? They were "Mother's Little Helper," "Out Of Time," "Take It Or Leave It," and "What To Do." I can't imagine the album without any of them!

Ironically, the US version runs about 11 minutes shorter. I can think of another tune that I would have rather had on the chopping block, one running just about that length. Strange...

01. Mother's Little Helper [10]
What I love about the early Rolling Stones is their image, however contrived and cooked up by Andrew Loog Oldham it might have been, as these snotty anti-authoritarians. This is a full-out attack on the middle-aged and the middle-classed, the same people who wanted to see Mick and Keith and Brian go to jail for a long, long time during the drug trials of the next year while at the same time popping pills to endure the drudgeries of their own lives. This was pretty heavy stuff in 1966, and it still is today. Drug culture is frowned upon by the mainstream, but cut to commercial and they're trying to sell you a pill for restless leg syndrome. Antidepressants have caused suicides, but damn those who go down the destructive path of drug use!

Now, I say this as a fan of neither. You'd be hard-pressed to get me to take something for a headache. But I certainly see the hypocrisy of pill-poppers lining the pockets of the drug companies who look down their collective noses at people who are doing the exact same thing on the opposite side of the law.

This is a great nose-thumbing opener. What sounds like a sitar in this song is just a heavily effected slide guitar, probably an electric twelve-string. I love how the song starts: "What a drag it is getting old..." before the rest of group joins in. Nice, bouncy drums and bass by the second-best rhythm section of all time. (Number one being Duck Dunn and Al Jackson Jr. from Booker T. & The MG's.) It should probably be mentioned that the Stones had never made a record this sonically innovative by this point. I can only imagine how it felt to hear this when it first came out.

02. Stupid Girl [10]
Don't be duped by any overtly p.c. reviews you see, this song is not misogynistic or sexist. (Don't worry, when they DO take a misogynistic or sexist voice, I'll call it out.) Maybe it's because I've met more than a few girls that I could easily dedicate this song to. I know I stated earlier that one shouldn't look too hard for traces of Dylan in the Stones, but the carnivalesque organ that leads this song sounds straight off of "Like A Rolling Stone" or "Positively 4th Street."

Whether you're a Stones neophyte or a hardcore fan, I strongly recommend Keno's Rolling Stones website. In fact, his homepage has links to his sites on The Rolling Stones, classic rock polls, John Lennon, and Hound Dog Taylor. I've talked to him before via email - seeing as he runs a website I'm sure I was just another bullet point in his inbox - and he seems like a very nice guy.

(I've had at least one bad online run-in with a webmaster for a site dedicated to one of my favorite bands. Won't say WHO the band or site in question was, other than that I CAN'T EXPLAIN how upsetting his stand-offish behavior was to me and I WON'T GET FOOLED AGAIN to believe that in contacting a site-runner that we're automatically friends because of our mutual love of a band...though that is how it should be.)

Anyway, doing what I normally do for these reviews involves having the album pulled up on iTunes and double-checking the song's lyrics. In the case of The Rolling Stones, Mick either mumbles or the recording is just so damn murky (I'm looking at you, Exile On Main Street!) that you can't tell what he's singing. Reading the lyrics at Keno's site, I was surprised to see a transcription of the vocalizations in the song's middle section. I'd always though it was just a percussive "chop! chop!" to keep time or something. They're in fact saying "Shut up, shut up!" again and again, making this song that much cooler.

03. Lady Jane [10]
I'd always loved this song since I first heard it, thinking it as a nice little medieval/baroque ballad. But hearing Neil Young's "Borrowed Tune" (in which he mentions that the borrowed tune is from the Stones), which is based on the melody of "Lady Jane," the sheer beauty of the melody was made all the more apparent to me. Listening to Aftermath end to end for the first time in a long time last night, "Lady Jane" sent chills down my spine. It's a gorgeous, haunting song, with the harpsichord and Brian Jones' dulcimer giving the song its centuries-old flavor. Not bad for a pair of kids raised on the blues!

04. Under My Thumb [10]
Ok, I will readily admit, this song is sexist. But as with this song or "Brown Sugar" or "Some Girls," one must raise the issue of how likely it is that the song is being delivered in a voice. Frank Zappa's "Bobby Brown Goes Down" was from the perspective of the type of white, upper-class male he hated - you hear "I got a cheerleader here / Wants to help with my paper / Let her do all the work / 'N maybe later I'll rape her" and know it's a joke.

Is this to be meant in the same way? I don't know. I sure hope so. You look at the ladies in Mick Jagger's life: Anita Pallenberg, Chrissie Shrimpton, Marianne Faithfull, Bianca Jagger, Jerry Hall...these are all pretty tough, independent women. To ease the mood, Brian Jones was quite an asshole to Anita Pallenberg, who he also dated for a while, prompting Keith (apparently a knight in shining armor - I'm not kidding!) to steal her from him. Ms. Pallenberg has gone on record stating Keith was the nicest and the best lover. I don't think Keith would have shared songwriting credit on a deliberately sexist song.

Hopefully that issue can be laid to rest...

This is a good song. No, this is a great song. Musically, it's catchy and quite well-produced, with the handclaps, a fuzzed-out bass, and Brian Jones on marimba. (A marimba being a tuned percussion instrument like the xylophone but with wooden keys, oddly enough giving it a fairly wooden, resonant tone.) That fuzz bass sounds great, forty-three (!) years later.

As a sidenote, it is interesting seeing Brian Jones trying to look cool and defiant while playing the dulcimer and the marimba in these videos. I'm rough on the guy because of how willfully he squandered his own talent until he became a washed-up flake; it says something to be in the same band as Keith Richards and get kicked out for doing too many drugs.

05. Doncha Bother Me [9]
After knocking it out of the park with four back-to-back classic Stones pieces, this song might sound like a streak-stopping dud. But I like it a lot. I consider it like a note for the listener, musically, saying, "It's okay, we're messing around with fuzz tones and dulcimers and harpsichords and marimbas, but we've not forgotten our beloved blues!" It was recorded alongside most of the rest of this album, meaning during the same sessions that yielded "Lady Jane" and "I Am Waiting," they ripped and roared through this tune.

It sounds like it should be some old Howlin' Wolf tune they dusted off, but it's a Jagger/Richards composition, with its sneering slide guitar line, rattling percussion, Charlie's cymbals on the bridge adding a good (but short-lived) dose of noise, and a great harmonica line. This song would have been perfect if they'd gone through the chorus one last time with Charlie keeping time on his kit as it fades out, but that's just me. Still a great tune, able to hold its own against the heavyweights on the rest of side A.

06. Going Home [3]
Ok, this is a pretty divisive piece. This closes out the first side of the album, and it is a full eleven minute, fifteen second blues/jam that I find more than a few issues with. For me, it hovers over the rest of the album like a black cloud, so let's just roll up our sleeves and get dirty on this one.

This song should be fading out into oblivion around the three-minute, forty-five second mark. But it doesn't. It just keeps going. Unfortunately, throughout this first portion of the song, it seems to be building up...but to what? Well, nothing, really.

Most days I'm not in the mood to sit down and soak all 675 seconds of it. With the album's running time of 53 minutes, it could have done just fine without this meandering workout. Richie Unterberger, writing for AllMusic, nails it in his review of this track: "There's the sense of the track getting drawn out more for the purposes of adding to its length than to make necessary musical and lyrical points, verging on clumsiness..."

This song also set a bad, bad precedent in rock music: the idea that a song can be of extended length simply because you want it to be. Take a song that should theoretically last three to four minutes, but stretch it out to seven minutes. Or ten. Or fill up an LP side (roughly 23 minutes). Don't get me wrong, I can think of another 11-minute long song - Bob Dylan's "Desolation Row" - that is perfect in almost every regard. But Dylan's a lyricist, and he doesn't waste a second. It isn't of that length because of a meandering blues jam.

In all fairness, I could see myself defending this song in another context, or even in another mood. When you play with a band, you can get a good thing going and not really want to stop, and it's a Hell of a lot of fun. Tragically, having both participated in and witnessed this, it's only fun if you're part of it or if it's there, right in front of you. Otherwise, it's a yawn-fest.

And this, friends, is why I don't like jam bands. Music shouldn't feel like it's just there. Or at least the best music shouldn't just feel like it's there, unless you're listening to an ambient record, where that is the objective of it. Anyway, this song is a major distraction. It actually gets better in the last two or three minutes of it, but by that point you've sat through eight or nine minutes of so-so material. By which point just about anything would sound like blessed relief, it doesn't seem worth it, and even then it would sound horribly out of context without the last nine minutes before it.

In short, as my criteria for a 3 states, "Bad. Next time you hear the album, you will definitely skip this one. It downright annoys you." Look no further.

Can't wait till I unearth a 2 or, God help us all, a 1! Guarantee you that if it will come from any artist I've reviewed so far, it will most likely be The Rolling Stones. When they're good, they are ON, but when they're not so good...yikes...

07. Flight 505 [9.5]
Remember my spiel about the second halves of early Beatle records getting a bum rap? Aftermath seems to suffer a similar fate, with all but one of the big tracks, known by the slightly-more-than-casual fans, gracing the A-side. If you're going to make an album, try to keep it paced in terms of quality. Front-load it with all your best tunes and the rest of your record will just seem...dull to most listeners.

Side B of this album isn't the stomping ground of the titans, no, but to enjoy it my advice is to take a break, then come back to it. Besides, on CD, "Flight 505" is a breath of fresh air after "Going Home." The most innovative stuff you've heard, with a nice throwback to their roots by way of "Doncha Bother Me," and Side B takes these two extremes and fuses them together.

If it sounds like I'm making a big deal about sides, it's because I am. It's a lost art form of sequencing and pacing songs to make a listenable whole. I'm also doing my damndest to defend the latter half of this record, probably due to my own initial blowing-off of it when I first hear the album five and a half years ago. (God, it's already been that long?)

"Flight 505" is a straight-up rock tune, twisted by the piano intro that sounds like it was recorded two doors down. Lots of ambient-sounding echo. Lyrically, it's funny, a tale of a man who decides to escape his old life - though nothing is really amiss with it - and hops Flight 505. The punchline comes when his plane crashes. To me, it's like their own comment on the growing idea of escapism throughout popular music, of their entire generation wondering what it's all about and ditching their old lives for no real reason at all to pursue the answer. This sums up their own cynicism towards it. Then again, they could have just sat down and decided to write a song with a funny ending. I don't know, I wasn't there. But it's a really good song.

08. High And Dry [8]
Interesting use of the compressed cymbals as a timekeeping device, but at the same time it borders on being irritating. Musically, it shows the band just as much in tune with country music - traditional white American music - as they were with blues, which was traditional black American music. As far as I can recall, this is their first real foray into anything resembling country, though hardly the last. And not quite the best.

09. Out Of Time [9.5]
I initially gave this one a lower score due to my preference for the version found on their odds and sods collection, Metamorphosis. That version was a different backing track, with strings, tambourine, and Mick's presence serving only as guiding vocal for friend Chris Farlowe, who had a minor hit with it. Hearing that version first, I always thought this one seemed just a little off, with its organ and marimba arrangements - and no strings.

Then I gave it a thorough re-listening and and realized I used to be a complete idiot.

Two things: first, the version on Metamorphosis is all session musicians. It's worth hearing this version to hear Charlie's distinct drumming style and the backing harmonies by Keith, Brian, and (I think) Mick. Second, the reason I didn't like this song in early 2004 is now the reason I find it enjoyable. It's dominated by the organ and marimba, sure, but I now think it's brilliant. This is the song as they'd intended to do it, and not only is it catchy, there's an extra verse here not found on the Metamorphosis version.

Though this song was sheared off the US version of Aftermath, it did resurface on the US-only compilation Flowers, albeit in a slightly truncated form. (Flowers caught the US up on songs removed from the records, making it seem like a useless release now, right? Wrong - it has three songs not available anywhere else: "Ride On Baby," "Sittin' On A Fence," and their cover of "My Girl." All of which are impressive.)

10. It's Not Easy [8.5]
This song sort of grooves by, like an R&B tune from Memphis, with an organ and fuzz bass where the brass section on a Stax record might otherwise have been. I can scoff at the lyric "It's not easy, it's hard..." for being one of the dumbest lines ever, but are the lyrics to "Soul Man" pure philosophic bliss? No. But it sounds pretty good.

11. I Am Waiting [11]
Then comes this one, out of nowhere among Mick and Keith's self-penned (successful) attempts at Motown and Stax tunes.

The song is lonely, nervous, brooding on the verses, then angry and passionate on the bridges. For my money one of the most beautiful songs they've ever done, giving "Ruby Tuesday" and "Moonlight Mile" some heavy competition. A whiff of the sounds of the mysterious East can be found in Charlie's "thump-thump" at the beginning of each measure, before going into his gentlest swing beat on the bridges. They clearly heard Rubber Soul, taking that English approach to folk and giving it a mood, lyric, and feel all their own, with only some residue of Beatles or Dylan on the edges.

12. Take It Or Leave It [10]
I can picture Otis Redding singing this. It's a beautiful ballad and in a perfect world this would be just as venerated as the classics on the A-side of this record. Though they would have you believe otherwise, the organ, finger cymbals, and acoustic guitars on this song are indicative of a tender side to these guys.

Just listen to it. It speaks for itself. (And with that, I give you the shortest description I will ever write for a song earning a ten.)

13. Think [8.5]
The intro makes it sound like the rest of the song would be clumsy Kingston Trio-esque folk, but once it gets off the ground, we've got another R&B-inspired rocker. Another case where the fuzz guitar is subbing for the brass section we would hear if this had been a James Brown tune, although he did a song on his own called "Think" which is pretty damn good in its own right. Is the song anything special? No, though I am impressed that they could write something that sounds like it would have come out on Stax Records just a year before.

14. What To Do [9]
The Rolling Stones were a little slow on the ending-the-album-with-something-memorable bandwagon, but this isn't a terrible song. Just kind of an afterthought as an ending track. It seems like it could go on for another minute or so and make an even deeper impression - in contrast to side A ending with a song that could have lost about seven minutes and been decent - and I would say along with "Doncha Bother Me" it's their most unadorned vamp of R&B on the album. No fuzz guitars, no odd instrumentation, no swirling Highway 61 Revisited organ part, but it shuffles and bounces along like no other. Too short.

Subtotal: 90.0% A-

Replayability Factor: 3
In this day and age, we can merely press a button and skip over the 11-minute cure for insomnia that graces the slot of track 6 on the CD. I'm going so far as to let it slide that there is a pretty bad song on this record. Otherwise, this is a great, solid collection of all-original songs by The Rolling Stones. Their dependency on blues and soul covers has been overcome by this point. Their dependency on other things was just starting.

Consistency Factor: 2.5
Is this the first Stones album you should run out and buy? I don't really know...it's sort of in this weird turf of being both essential and nondescript that it straddles being a 3 and a 2. On the one hand, I don't think this album holds up as well as Between The Buttons, which I consider their best. But it took Aftermath for Between The Buttons to exist. Never mind they've had a long enough career that they've got quite a few worthy entry points, much like Zappa. As an intro to the Brian Jones-era Stones, I would suggest this one and/or Between The Buttons, but at the same time these are radical departures from the earlier records...so yeah. When in doubt, add a decimal point and a five.

External Factors: 2
"Going Home" aside, much respect is due to Mick and Keith for writing thirteen fantastic songs and making an album out of them. The experimentation with new sounds is not only admirable, but successful. And the fact that they could write their own blues or soul numbers (I'm serious, there are quite a few moments on side B of the record that they sound like a Motown act or someone on Stax or King Records) alongside their own brand of sardonic, boisterous rock and roll duly earns them the title of "artists" in my book.

Total: 97.5% A+

Singles
01. 19th Nervous Breakdown [9.5]
Aftermath was released in mid-April of 1966; this single preceded it by two and a half months. This song is great fun, in the same accusatory, insulting vein as "Mother's Little Helper" or "Stupid Girl," with plenty of noisy guitar and bass. That torrent of lyrics in each verse? Someone must have heard "Subterranean Homesick Blues," itself inspired by Chuck Berry's "Too Much Monkey Business." I wouldn't consider it as outstanding as "Get Off My Cloud" or the next single, it seems to get a little lost at points, but it's still a Hell of a romp.



02. As Tears Go By [2.5]
You should know by now I don't like making oblique comparisons between one musician and another. But this is The Rolling Stones' version of "Yesterday," and I'm saying it with a bit of contempt (for both songs, actually). They wrote it for Marianne Faithfull, whose own version is a tuneless wonder in and of itself, though she looks cute singing it:


Their own version doesn't fair much better. Sure, Mick is actually able to change to pitch of his voice to form notes, unlike the lady who would soon become his regular girlfriend...but it's awful. Drenched in the high fructose corn syrup of sappy string production - the exact sound The Beatles wanted George Martin to (successfully) avoid on "Yesterday" - this is not The Stones' proudest moment. Far from.

01. Paint It, Black [11]
Essential Stones. Moody, "I want it painted black" wouldn't sound to out of place coming from Nico (or Lou Reed, for that matter), and with just a peppering of the Eastern influences George Harrison had immersed himself in. The Stones might have been hip and cynical to most trends, quickly shaking off flower power with "Jumpin' Jack Flash," but they had to give pause for the droning beauty of the sitar. They were able to incorporate it here better than The Beatles did with "Norwegian Wood," as far as I'm concerned. Strong, powerful song in all respects. Oh, and Charlie Watts' tom-toms sound like they're heralding the Apocalypse itself...for the other side.


Note the comma in the official title. Keith said before someone at the record label did that, and he never figured out why. Also note that any other time I type it out, I neglect the comma. Most people forget it anyway and wouldn't even notice.

02. Long, Long While [3]
For the great, self-composed ventures into soul found on Aftermath, this one is a step backwards. It's drowsy and half-assed...a perfect b-side, in the sense that the flipside of a single is typically a song too crummy even for an album. They've done better, and one would have thought with the classic slice of Rolling Stones that is "Paint It Black" as the a-side that the song it's paired with would be just a little better than this.

01. Have You Seen Your Mother, Baby, Standing In The Shadow? [11]
I don't know how other fans feel about this song, but I think it's crazy...no, manic good fun. Lots of feedback, close-miked brass making it sound all the more claustrophobic and chaotic. I love this song.


02. Who's Driving Your Plane? [6.5]
One might think the song is musically a little incongruous, dated...but the vocals are given a good swathe of echo. Not a particularly strong song, at all, but it is well-produced.