Never has a rock artist been as original, or as offbeat, as the twisted genius known as Capt. Beefheart, nee Don Van Vlet. Let's see... Reprise records catalog featured Frank Zappa & The Mothers...Count Basie...The Fugs...Dean Martin...Neil Young & Crazy Horse...Duke Ellington...The Kinks...Capt. Beefheart...and of course the Chairman! Must've been fun!
The producer of this album really managed something impressive: harnessing Beefheart's eccentricity while turning out something accessible, with some commercial potential, but still retaining some oddball fun. Favorites are #1, #2, the sequence of #6-#8, and the fabulous #11. But, this is a terrific album with hardly any filler at all.
In 1982, painter Don Van Vliet stopped performing as Captain Beefheart. The two sides of the artist had always been linked: his paintings and drawings graced several of his album covers, and a few paintings took titles from his songs: "Japan in a Dishpan," "Golden Birdies," and "China Pig," a Delta-style blues about a piggy bank facing the hammer.
His paintings suggest ways to read his records. My initial impression, walking into a Van Vliet exhibition… more »
The Grateful Dead are a peculiar entity, and tough to think about critically because they exist almost entirely as their own subculture. The Beatles and The Rolling Stones are similarly successful, massive revenue-generating groups, but they defined culture at large. Everyone can find ways to wrap themselves in the subtext of those bands or, in the least, find songs that they admire. The Dead are a different thing; with fans of the group comes a… more »
James Joyce wrote that his weapons as an artist would be "silence, exile and cunning." Silence isn't generally useful for musicians, and cunning comes with the territory for anyone who wants to play the pop-music game of one-upmanship. In 2004, though, a lot of the best indie records latched onto exile as a weapon, or as a metaphor, or even as their central subject. The international political landscape had collapsed into a mess of lies,… more »
The Black Keys are easily the freshest thing to happen to blues in this millennium, but you can't really call them a blues band. But then, neither can you call the duo — drummer Patrick Carney and guitarist/vocalist David Auerbach — a rock band. Or even a blues-rock band in the conventional sense of the term. Their music is garage rock that knows that blues is at the very heart of rock, and it is… more »
The Moneywasters Social Club had sold 557 tickets (50 cents in advance, 65 at the door) to its dance at the Rhythm Club in Natchez, Mississippi, on April 23, 1940. Tiny Bradshaw's orchestra, originally scheduled to play, had cancelled when a booking came through at the Apollo Theater in Harlem for the same night. The replacement was Walter Barnes 'Sophisticated Swing Orchestra, but nobody in Natchez's black community of about 9600 people was complaining. Clarinetist… more »
Producer Ted Templeman was a bit of a surprising choice given his firmly mainstream production credits, with the Doobie Brothers already under his belt and Van Halen lurking in the near future. As it turned out, such a combination led to a better-working fusion than might be expected, making one wonder why in the world Clear Spot wasn’t more of a commercial success than it was. The sound is great throughout, and the feeling is of the coolest bar-band in town, not to mention one that could eat all the patrons for breakfast if it felt like it. Fans of the fully all-out side of Beefheart might find the end result not fully up to snuff as a result, but those less concerned with pushing back all borders all the time will enjoy his unexpected blend of everything tempered with a new accessibility. “Nowadays a Woman’s Got to Hit a Man,” besides having a brilliant title, shows the balance perfectly — Van Vliet serves up his rough asides with all his expected wit and sass, while the Magic Band trade off notes here and there just so. At the same time, the track is strong blues-rock that doesn’t pander, with a particularly fierce solo thanks to Zoot Horn Rollo. “My Head Is My Only House Unless It Rains” is a great love song, the softer arrangement saved from being too off by Beefheart’s delivery. Other winners include the title track, a sharp combination of an off-kilter arrangement for a straightforward melody, the great shaggy-dog story of “Golden Birdies,” and “Big Eyed Beans from Venus,” a fantastically strange piece of aggression. – Ned Raggett