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1977

1977

1977 - Clive's Top Albums of Every Year Challenge

December 18, 2020 by Clive in Clive's Album Challenge, Music

In what will likely be my final post of 2020 (don’t panic, I’ll very much be carrying on with this cahllenge into 2021 and beyond) we’re going to take a look at 1977. The year the nuclear-proliferation pact, curbing the spread of nuclear weapons was signed by 15 countries, Star Wars hit theatres for the first time, and British Public sector trade unions including firefighters undertook a strike for wage increases.

As usual, here’s what rateyourmusic.com’s users rate as the year’s top 5 albums, using their fancy new algorithm which seems to give a little less credence to how many reviews an album has, meaning less reviewed releases have a better chance of coming high up the lists.

#1 Pink Floyd - Animals
#2 David Bowie - Low
#3 Television - Marquee Moon
#4 Fleetwood Mac - Rumours
#5 David Bowie - “Heroes”

So returns from Pink Floyd and Bowie and first time entries from Television and Fleetwood Mac. Bowie achieves the rarest of things by managing to release two albums in one year that make it onto the list. As usual, five just isn’t enough, so I’m grabbing a few from further down to compete for the coveted title for 1977, including a shameless dip quite far down to grab an old favourite.

#6 Trans Europa Express
#7 Fela Kuti - Zombie
#8 Wire - Pink Flag
#11 Bob Marley & the Wailers - Exodus
#12 Brian Eno - Before and After Science
#25 Martha Argerich - 24 Préludes, Op. 28
#85 Sex Pistols - Never Mind the Bollocks, Here’s the Sex Pistols

Plenty of artists we’ve not had before there, so let’s get these 12 albums reviewed and see who comes out the victor. I know I’ve said this a few times already, but this is absolutely a contender for one of the strongest years we’ve had yet.

Trans-europaexpress

12. Trans Europa Express

Kraftwerk

Kraftwerk’s sixth album ‘saw the group refine their melodic electronic style, with a focus on sequenced rhythms, minimalism, and occasionally manipulated vocals. The themes include celebrations of the titular European railway service and Europe as a whole, and meditations on the disparities between reality and appearance.’ (Wikipedia). Their Previous album, Radio-Activity, had been their first entirely electronic one, moving away from their earlier krautrock style. Trans-Europa Express is regularly seen as a massively influential album on modern music, and was in fact called ‘the most important pop album of the last 40 years’ by the LA times.

Europa Endloss (Europe Endless in English) is a simple, dreamy song about the band travelling across Europe by train. It’s lyrics are simple and repetitive just like the electronic musical backing. The electronic percussion and synths lull you into a beautiful and yet musically primitive sleep. The simplicity of many of the arrangements was likely born out of how early this was in the development of electronic music, but it is also part of the album’s charm, lending it a slightly post-apocalypitc and industrial feel that is only added to by haunting vocals on songs such as Spiegelsall (Hall of Mirrors in English). “Even the biggest stars, don’t like themselves in the mirror” the vocals say in German repeatedly, with a reverb large enough to make it sound like an observation from god.

The songs on Trans- Europa express tend to hinge on a repeated vocal line and simple synth melody and drum beat. The title track is a great example. ‘Trans-Europa Express’ is repeated regularly through some sort of Vocoder to turn the vocals to mercury, and the skittering electronic drum beat is repeated throughout the six and a half minute track, while the synths fill the gaps with large, almost organ-like chords. It’s another strangely haunting piece, like an abandoned factory with the machinery left on. The beginnings of many electronic genres are here, and the influence Kraftwerk had is undisputable. The record has certainly aged, and its sounds are particularly primitive when compared to all the fancy stuff we can do now with electronic music. But it has aged gracefully, thanks to the musicality and atmosphere at its core, and it’s simplicity really is rather beautiful.

Song Picks: Europa Endloss, Spiegelsaal, Franz Schubert, Endloss

8/10

Argerich

11. Frédéric Chopin: 24 Préludes Op. 28

Martha Argerich

Chopin’s 24 Preludes, Op.28 were first published 1839, and contained 24 short piano pieces, one in each major and minor key. A Polish virtuoso pianist of the Romantic era, Chopin apparently never performed more than 4 of the 24 pieces in a single performance, and there is still debate as to whether they were intended to be played in order, or indeed written as 24 separate pieces to use as possible introductions to other works, as Preludes generally were. The fact that Chopin ordered the songs using the circle of fifths rather than simply moving up the keys in semitones suggests to me that he had thought about the ordering a little too much for the pieces to be designed for consuming independently however. The 24 Preludes, Op.28 have been recorded and performed by a whole heap of pianists, but it’s Martha Argerich’s version, released in 1977 that makes it onto these lists.

Martha Argerich is an Argentine-Swiss concert pianist, and widely regarded as one of the greatest pianists of all time. Born in 1941 in Buenos Aires, Argentina, she began playing the piano aged 3, eventually moving to Europe in 1955 and later gaining Swiss citizenship. Despite her incredible talent and rather impressive list of accolades (see her Wikipedia page here), Argerich has generally shied away from the spotlight, which would explain why this is the first I’ve heard of her.

Argerich’s performance here is masterful. Though I can’t claim to have heard these pieces played by anyone else, it’s hard to imagine them being performed more beautifully than they are here. Argerich can put dizzyingly fast lines together in a way that still feels very human, while making them sound just as effortless as the slower pieces. Those slower pieces have a delicate wonder to them, like the notes from some sunken ship resurfacing as bubbles on the ocean’s surface. There’s a whole world to get lost in here, and Argerich’s mastery of the instrument coupled with Chopin’s gorgeous compositions has absolutely become one of the piano albums I’ll point people to when they ask for my favourites, sitting proudly alongside with Keith Jarrett’s The Köln Concert.

8.5/10

Zombie

10. Zombie

Fela Kuti

Fela Kuti’s second album to make it onto these lists caused quite a stir. Hugely popular in his home country of Nigeria, the record angered the government there, which it criticised heavily. It angered them so much that they attacked his commune, murdering his mother by throwing her out of a window, severely beating Fela Kuti, burning the entire commune and destroying his studio and master tapes. Though the re-issue added an additional two tracks, I’ll be reviewing the original 25 minute 1977 release here, which featured just two tracks.

The album opens with the title track, a scathing attack on the Nigerian military, describing them all as zombies who just follow orders without thinking, “Zombie no go think, unless you tell am to think”. The sound is similar to the one on Expensive Shit, but perhaps larger. We’ve got a whole host of driving percussion, a scatty strummed electric guitar, and the two talking saxophones that form the centrepiece of Kuti’s afrobeat sound. Once Kuti starts chanting his political lyrics, it’s not hard to see why he had such a big impact in his home country. The music draws you in with its infinite danceability, and soon has you chanting its simple and yet astute political message along with him.

The second and final track Mr Follow Follow has a similar message, “Some dey follow follow, dem close dem eye”, but is a little calmer in it’s instrumentation, with the bass, guitar and saxes laying down an irresistibly smooth groove like the light-hearted march of a cartoon army. Fela preaches about how everyone follows instructions without questioning them by closing their ears, eyes and ‘sense’. A master of setting a theme or mood before introducing any lyrics, it takes Kuti around 7 minutes to start singing here again, and by the time he does, you’re so entranced by the groove that you’ll agree to anything he says, thankfully his message is one that we could all do with hearing.

Zombie is musically and thematically cohesive, an album that is incredibly enjoyable in itself, but which becomes even more remarkable when you know the context of its recording. It’s difficult to imagine how Kuti feels about the album that inadvertently led to the death of his own mother, but to me, this is a perfect example of the power of music to unite, to spread a message by both being accessible and revolutionary.

Song Picks: Zombie, Mr Follow Follow

8.5/10

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9. Pink Flag

Wire

The English band’s debut album was received well critically, but didn’t sell well. Widely seen as one of the most influential albums of the 70s, its footprints can be seen on many hardcore, punk and alternative albums since. The record features 21 songs over its 35 minute duration, focusing on short, punchy songs that get to the point quickly and never outstay their welcome.

I’m sure I’ve mentioned a lot of times how big a fan of Guided by Voices I am, I’ve always loved their immediacy, how their songs seem to be captured at the point of inspiration, rather than when they’ve been thought out endlessly in the studio, and there’s something attractively raw about that to me. Pink Flag gives me the same vibes. Many of these songs could quite easily have been turned into 3 minute radio hits, but they’d have lost something. There’s a real magic to the rawness here.

With so many songs to talk about, it’d be folly to try and cover them all, so I’ll just talk about some of my highlights. Here goes. Ex Lion Tamer seems to have single-handedly invented Brit-pop, well before that genre was to dominate the charts. The chorus is as catchy as a song about sitting in front of your TV waiting for things to change could be, an anthem for the procrastinator. Lowdown is a great example of how great Colin Newman’s vocals sound when he throws caution to the wind, while Brazil’s guitar sound is so filthy you feel as if you’re being dragged backwards through a rubbish dump. So Obvious features the kind of major chord riff that could have easily been turned into a rock classic, but was instead seemingly played into a washing machine for 50 seconds, recorded, and then left there. Surgeon’s Girl features the lines “Said you weren't a tuna fish, put in a tin / They're very big, ha-ha” while Straight Line includes another fabulous riff that gets played for 44 glorious seconds and is then cut short. Mr Suit is the perfect anti-establishment punk song, something it achieves in only 1:25 seconds with a chorus that says ‘fuck the system’ like no other, “no, no, no, no Mr Suit”. On the grungy Strange, the band decide to play for a whole 4 minutes, with a riff so fuzzy and brilliant that you feel like you’ve just stuck your head straight into the world’s warmest tube amp. The lyrics are simple but performed by Newman in a way that makes them bounce against the guitar riff gloriously. The album’s final two track end things in a blaze of glory, Gimme Love is so drawled you can barely understand what’s being said and 1 2 X U is the ultimate bounce around punk song, but with drums that sound so thin it’s like they’re being played on a load of plastic cups, and guitars that are so loud they’ve gone full circle and ended up quiet again. Chaos.

In a genre that often gets repetitive, Pink Flag is an outstanding album that’s unpredictable, inspired, has the attention span of a gnat, and is completely brilliant.

Song Picks: Strange, Ex Lion Tamer, Lowdown, So Obvious, Gimme Lov

9/10

Beforeandafterscience

8. Before and after Science

Brian Eno

It’s been quite the decade for Brian Eno, both in terms of his own albums and his contributions to those of others, and his fifth release is another remarkable one. As usual, a whole host of musicians collaborated with Eno on the album’s material, and the it also includes Eno’s final examples of rock music, before he was to head in a more ambient direction. Notably, over 100 songs were written for the album with only 10 making the cut.

Once again, Eno’s lyrics are more about a mood than meaning, which is clear on the opening No One Receiving, where they paint a bleak, industrial picture perfectly backed by the machine-like and yet gently funky backing of the plethora of percussion driven along by the song’s ever-present guitar riff. It’s another perfect example of Eno’ ability to create a world very much his own, something that he was to excel at in his later solo ambient recordings. Backwater displays Eno’s perhaps underrated ability for simple and infectious melody, sounding like Eno’s interpretation of a light hearted sailor’s song. Once again the synths and instrumental create a musical palette that’s both unique and infinitely interesting. Eno’s emphasis on the sound of words rather than their meaning is further explored on the enigmatic Kurt’s Rejoinder, inspired Kurt Schwitters, a prominent figure in the dada movement, which you can read more about here. We see Eno’s ambient work begin to creep in on the eerie and beautiful Energy Folls the Magician and the opening side ends with King’s Lead Hat, a song inspired by the Talking Heads, who Eno would go on to produce multiple albums of, and who’s name the title of the song is an anagram of. For me, it’s one of the album’s highlights, with it’s bopping bass line and drums, topped with an irresistibly catchy melody performed in Eno’s characteristic style. It’s a track that screams ‘fun’, and fills me with joy whenever it comes on.

Side two takes a more introspective turn, with Here He Comes setting the tone nicely with its slightly withdrawn and mumbled vocal backed by some gorgeous lead guitar work. It’s a late night drive kind of a song, sparkling gently like the stars as you exit the air pollution of the city. The gorgeous, twinkling guitar work continues on Julie With… and the gentle night-time ride continues until the album’s end with Spider and I, a song that makes you feel like you’re floating into the most beautiful cosmos, with nothing but your best friend in company.

Before and After Science is very much an album of two halves. The first half perhaps more perfectly encapsulating what Eno had been trying to do with rock music than any of his previous work, and the second half beautifully slides us into his more ambient catalogue. It’s a perfectly documented turning point.

Song Picks: No One Receiving, King’s Lead Hat, Here He Comes, Spider and I

9/10

Heroes

7. “Heroes”

David Bowie

Bowie’s twelfth album and second of 1977 continues in similar vein to Low, which we’ll get to later in this list. The middle album of Bowie’s ‘Berlin Trilogy’, Heroes was the only one actually recorded in Berlin. Bowie rejoined Tony Visconti and Brian Eno, who he’d worked with on Low, and much of the other personnel remained the same, with the notable addition of Robert Fripp on guitar. The majority of the tracks were recorded spontaneously in the studio and, perhaps most remarkably, Bowie had no lyrics written before he started recording. It continues the theme of having the opening side dedicated to to more conventional songs, with the second side being given over to predominantly instrumental tracks. It was commercially successful, and the most well received of Bowie’s ‘Berlin Trilogy’ initially, though Low is now largely seen as his masterpiece.

The album comes storming out the gates with that familiar insdustrial sound on Bowie recordings since Station to Station, including the brutal machine-like drum sound, which pounds along as the rest of the musicians bounce energetically and Bowie’s lyrics remain largely impenetrable. It combines haunting and dancy in a way that only Bowie can. On the following track Joe the Lion, a tribute to Chris Burden, Fripp’s influence becomes obvious, his riff is another corker, making this one of Bowie’s best rock songs in my books. Fripp effortlessly switches between riffs and solos as Bowie’s howls create another cataclysmic song to lead us into the more gentle Heroes. There are songs that become so famous that they become very much their own thing, and can sometimes stick out when listening to an album purely because of how much more familiar you are with them than the rest of the record. Heroes could easily be such a song, and yet it fits in seamlessly, yes I’ve heard it 3000 times more than any of the other songs here, but this very much feels like the song’s home. Fripp’s guitarwork is yet again what raises the piece from great to amazing, adding in endless depth and texture to a song that could easily have become boring with its simplicity. Bowie’s vocal performance is singular, metallic, and brilliantly unrestrained, getting more shouty as the song progresses, and as Visconti moved the mic further and further away from Bowie. The song tells of a doomed relationship, enjoying it “just for one day” inspired by an affair that producer Tony Visconti was having at the time. Sons of the Silent Age is essentially about ‘average Joes’ living lives that Bowie clearly thinks are rather boring. The first side closes with Blackout, a return to the dancy, industrial sound of the opening track.

The largely instrumental second side is dominated by the three tracks that flow into each other at its core, Sense of Doubt, Moss Garden and Neuköln, the former has a similar dark, haunting and desolate atmosphere to the instrumental tracks on Low, perhaps with some added menace, while Moss Garden is beautifully relaxing, apparently written to recreate the feeling of sitting in some moss gardens in Japan. It makes me want to go and do that immediately. Neuköln brings us back to a slightly darker mood, and features Bowie on saxophone before we finish with Secret Life of Arabia, a warm disco inspired tune, topped with a dusky vocal.

I find Heroes quite hard to separate from Low, and I give the edge to Low purely because it was more groundbreaking, while Heroes was very much a continuation of what Low had started. I think Heroes does everything just as well, there’s just a little less of that intangible magic there that I can’t explain. It may simply be because I listened to Low first.

Song Picks: Beauty and the Beast, Joe the Lion, Heroes, Moss Garden

9/10

Marqueemoon

6. Marquee Moon

Television

Television’s debut landed to widespread critical acclaim. The band had grown in prominence following their residence at the Lower Manhattan Club and Brian Eno, who seems to have his fingerprints on so much music of the 1970s, produced the band’s first four demos in 1974. The band were eventually signed to Elektra Records, who released their debut.

I’ve mentioned a few times now how one of my favourite things about this listening challenge is discovering an album that seems to invent a genre out of nowhere, this is especially remarkable when that genre is one that played such a big part in my own youth, the 2000s indie-rock revolution of The Libertines, The Strokes et al. Marquee Moon, to me, is the birth of that movement, as well as so many more closer to its date of release.

The album opens with See No Evil, a song propelled by a snake-like guitar riff in one channel accompanied by a basic off-beat chord riff in the other channel. This is all backed by some great jazz inspired, and yet straight, drumming and a vocal that cuts right through the mix with a high frequency, nasal quality that forces you to pay attention to the lyrics. Lyrics that, in this case, are about knowing one is being controlled by desires, and yet seeing the beauty in those desires. It’s the perfect indie-rock song, catapulting the album onto the scene with a number that’s both accessible and revolutionary.

Televison stand apart from other acts of the period for their mix of genres. There’s elements of punk rock, particularly in Tom Verlaine’s deliberately unrestrained vocal, of jazz in Billy Ficca’s intricate drumming, and of a combination of rock and jazz in the guitars, which use more interesting chords in one song than Status Quo probably did in their entire career. It’s a remarkable meld of musicality that’s progressive not for the sake of being progressive but because the sound created is so damn enjoyable. There’s a breeziness to it, an irresistible energetic Sunday morning feeling, a feeling that all is right with the world while music like this is being created.

The album is full of great moments. Among them the great off-kilter guitar work on Friction, which gives Mac DeMarco a run for his money - indeed the competing guitar solos throughout the song belong to the album’s many highlights. The great title track is another one, an 11 minute jam which was apparently the first take, and the engineer initially thought was a rehearsal, testament to just how well well these musicians gel, it sounds perfect. A perfect mix of instrumental intrigue, interspersed vocals, and lyrics that keep you engaged. Not least the majestic closing couplet:

I was listening
Listening to the rain
I was hearing
Hearing something else

By the time you reach the closing track Torn Curtain, which contains perhaps the album’s most affecting chorus and a cracking guitar solo by Tom Verlaine, you’re left feeling like you’ve been blessed by something completely fresh sounding, a refreshing musical shower under a mountain waterfall.

Song Picks: See No Evil, Marquee Moon, Torn Curtain

9/10

Never Mind

5. Never Mind the Bollocks Here’s the Sex Pistols

The Sex Pistols

The band had already been banned from playing in various parts of Britain and fired from two record labels by the time their only album was released by Virgin Records, and the controversy didn’t end there. The title meant many stores refused to stock it and some charts refused to display its name. Regardless, and probably because of this, it debuted at number 1 on the UK album charts. If you were to somehow measure which albums have influenced the most music since their release, I suspect Never Mind the Bollocks… would end up near the top. Sure we’d had punk before, notably with Ramones in 1976, but it had never been this chaotic, this free, this simple and giving this few fucks.

The album opens with Holidays in the Sun which explodes into motion following the marching bass drum and an explosive riff from Steve Jones on guitar (he also plays bass on most of the album). It’s important to note that the Sex Pistols achieved their sound not by using some sort of amp designed for distortion, oh no, they turned up the gain and volume so high on a predominantly clean amp so that it lead to the distorted racket they’re famous for today. Rotten’s lead vocals are pretty much the birth of the kind of half-sung half-shouted, theatrical vocal that became common on the punk scene after this album was released. It’s sneering, loud, bursting with a cocky attitude, and just generally bloody fabulous. The song also shows their often underrated ability to come up with a catchy hook.

Bodies, the only song to feature Sid Vicious, has a chorus that is so jubilantly cathartic it juxtaposes with the fact the song tackles abortion in such a head on and unflinching way that it appalled many people at the time. It’s probably the heaviest, most gut punching song on the record.

God Save the Queen is obviously monstrous too. Rotten shouting “God Save the Queen - fascist regime!!” and sarcastically belting out “we love our queen!” is quite probably the single most influential punk song of all time, along with the equally boisterous Anarchy UK later on, which a generation of Tony Hawk’s Pro Skater 2 fans (me included) have seared into their brains. It’s these two songs which perhaps influence in a foundational way, 50% of my own music. The Sex Pistols taught me to shout my head off, to make my thoughts heard, and to not care whatever anyone else thought. The Sex Pistols taught me freedom

Never Mind the Bollocks… says “We’re the Sex Pistols, and this is what we sound like. Deal with it.” and it’s the best statement of individuality, not caring what anyone thinks, and freedom that there’s probably ever been.

Holidays in the Sun, Bodies, God Save the Queen, Anarchy UK

9.5/10

Low

4. Low

David Bowie

Bowie’s 11th album is the first of his so called ‘Berlin Trilogy’. A trio of albums produced by Tony Visconti on which Bowie collaborated with Brian Eno. Though recorded after Bowie’s move to West Berlin following the drug addiction that had been apparent throughout the recording of his previous album, the album was actually mostly recorded in France. Low divided critics on release, and received little promotion. Nowadays though, it’s pretty hard to find any greatest album of all time list without Low near the top.

The album delves further into the electronic approach toyed with on Station to Station and is also probably Bowie’s least vocal album, with it’s entire second side featuring instrumentals, and the opening side featuring songs that don’t have much singing either.

Speed of Life bursts into an infectious guitar riff backed by synths and a distinctive punchy drum sound achieved by Visconti using a Eventide H910 harmoniser. It’s a relatively simple electronic track that puts Bowie’s knack for catchy melodies perfectly into an electronic context. Carlos Alomar’s serpentine lead guitar opens up Breaking Glass, on which we have our first Bowie vocal, which sparsely calls to the listener in three short verses over the top of a buzzing bass line, more gated drums, and the aforementioned guitar part that very much makes the song. It’s only on Sound and Vision that we reach our first Bowie ‘hit’. One of my very favourite Bowie songs, it’s once again lifted by a brilliant lead guitar part, this time by Ricky Gardiner, in what has to be one of the simplest and catchiest riffs ever written. Bowie’s vocals speak of an isolation in his blue house, or as Bowie puts it, “I was going through dreadful times. It was wanting to be put in a little cold room with omnipotent blue on the walls and blinds on the windows.” Bowie duets with himself, one version singing in his characteristic melodic tone, the other mumbling with a vocal that has been saturated so much it sounds like your own conscience. It’s a masterpiece of infectious mystery, and perhaps the closest song to what we had on Station to Station.

Always Crashing in the Same Car is a humble song about always making the same mistakes and never learning from them. The vocal performance is a resigned mumble, the guitars a fatalistic hum, and the synths try to break through the wall of sound like a sparkle of that good habit you should probably start cultivating. Be My Wife, the album’s second single is thought to be a final plea to his wife at the time to save their crumbling marriage, they divorced in 1980. It’s a classic, catchy Bowie number that’s followed expertly by first side’s closing track, A Career in a New Town. A song that contains some of the most heartbreaking harmonica ever cut to tape, like a cry for help from someone curled up on the floor.

As mentioned earlier, the album’s second side features purely instrumentals which open with the haunting, chilling Warszawa, a song that brings to mind a post-apocalytpic hell-scape of a city with empty houses, broken windows, crumbling walls, and faded dreams. Art Decade and Weeping Wall create similarly cold atmospheres. The latter hinting at some warmth with a percussive xylophone part that has a lovely intimacy to it. The synth melodies, however, are crushing. We finish with the masterpiece Subterraneans, its layers of synths like ages of man lost to the wind, which closes out a side of music that is as transcendental as anything I’ve heard in this challenge so far. We’ve already learnt that Brian Eno and David Bowie both made some of the best music of the 70s, but here they combine to create something untouchable, a desolate landscape of destroyed beauty, from which a flowering phoenix rises. Astounding.

Song Picks: Sound & Vision, Speed of Life, Subterraneans, A New Career in a New Town,

9.5/10

Rumours

3. Rumours

Fleetwood Mac

The band’s 11th studio album was famously recorded during a tough time for the band members’ personal lives. To summarise the atmosphere in which it was recorded, Christine (keyboard player and vocalist) and John McVie (bass guitarist) had divorced having been together for eight years and were strictly not talking to each other except for matters of music. Vocalists Stevie Nicks and Lindsey Buckingham were in a rather intense on/off relationship that led to lots of heated arguments and drummer Mick Fleetwood had just discovered that his wife and mother of his two children - who was not in the band - had had an affair with his best friend. Essentially, Rumours is the work of a band not really getting on, but making it work for the sake of getting some music out.

Anyway, onto the music, which is glorious. Second Hand News opens the album and very much sets the tone, you’d be forgiven for thinking the song is a happy one based on the sing-along melody and marching bass and drums. However, listen in to the lyrics and it’s clear that this is about a breakup between Nicks and Cunningham, who seems to be singing their thoughts at each other, and it’s that tension which makes this song, and the whole album, so great. Dreams was written by Nicks in a room built for Sly Stone while some more technical things were being done to the album - mixing I presume. Apparently she entered the studio and said “I’ve just written the most amazing song”. That song was Dreams, a perfect breakup song to Buckingham. The acoustic Never Coming Back Again is Buckingham’s response, where his vocals soar beautifully over the picked guitar that is so clear it sounds like it’s being plucked by diamonds. Don’t Stop moves onto the McVie’s divorce, written by Christine McVie and sung by her and Buckingham. It’s a song about moving on, plodding on intently with a straightforward bouncing bass and drum part which the other instruments embelish perfectly. It’s another fabulous pop song before we arrive at the most perfect of pop songs, Go Your Own Way, which, though infinitely overplayed, retains its initial magic when listened in the context of the album. The first side is closed by Songbird, a song that is a completely timeless, beautifully performed, and delicate meditation on love. Has there ever been a more perfect chorus than:

And the songbirds keep singing
Like they know the score
And I love you, I love you, I love you
Like never before

I think not.

I’m finding it rather difficult to not continually use the word perfect in this review, but I’m going to have to use it again here. The Chain perfectly opens the second side with an opening acoustic guitar part as recognisable as anything ever recorded. The song is once again a melodic masterpiece, and the famous finale has to be one of my very favourites featuring a guitar solo that threatens to escape the realm of sound and turn into some swirling snake, I just wish it wasn’t faded out so quickly. I’ll stop gushing now, but the final four tracks of the album, though perhaps less iconic, are still generally pop gems, though I’ve never enjoyed Oh Daddy as much as the rest.

Rumours is an album that I’ve always liked, but never loved, perhaps because all my experiences of it were of other people playing it to me and telling me I had to love it. It often takes listening to an album by myself for me to fully feel it, and that was the case here. I can confirm I’ve been completely wrong to not to absolutely adore it up to now, Rumours is probably the most perfect pop record ever recorded, certainly up to this point in the challenge. Out of endless tension within the band flowered the most brilliant, affecting, and just downright enjoyable record.

Song Picks: Songbird, Second Hand News, The Chain, Never Going Back Again

9.5/10

Exodus

2. Exodus

Bob Marley & The Wailers

Exodus is Bob Marley’s ninth album, and was recorded in London after he was exiled from Jamaica following an assassination attempt on him there. Often seen as Bob’s masterpiece, it’s the album that features most heavily on Legend, the Bob Marley greatest hits collection released in 1984. Bunny Wailer and Pete Tosh had left by this point, so this has more of a solo Bob Marley feel to it, though he continued to use the Wailers name on his records. Time magazine named Exodus the best album of the 20th century.

It opens with Natural Mystic where we hear Marley’s reggae stabs and Carlton Barrett’s bass walk fade in gently. It’s a groove that cuts right to your soul, very much like the ‘natural mystic' Marley sings about. There’s a touching tiredness to Marley’s vocal, and his ability to weave a catchy melody and sing it beautifully is as good as ever. So Much Things to Say gets characteristically political, and while referring to specific events it’s essentially about his tiredness of those in power with ‘so much to say,’ while they remain ignorant to what matters. Guiltiness talks of those same people, this time focusing on how many they’ve stood on to get to the top, and how they will one day get their comeuppance, “Woe to the downpressors / They will eat the bread of sorrow”. Marley’s backing singers add a wonderful depth to the melodies on the track, which are once again gorgeous and impossible to resist.

Exodus, one of Marley’s most famous compositions, closes out the political first side of the album, and is one of the most remarkable pieces of music ever recorded. Over seven and a half minutes of music are built over only one chord, with a perfect sense of the march of millions symbolised by the walking bass lines, swirling guitar parts and the odd stab of brass. It’s the march from slavery to freedom of an entire people in musical format, and it’s glorious.

Side two gets much less political and opens with Jammin’, a song which is essentially about having a good time, and the gorgeous Waitin’ In Vain, a personal Bob favourite, which is about waiting for love while not knowing if it’ll work out. The Wailers create a sumptuous bed of music, with Junior Marvin’s warm guitar playing feeling like a hug as Marley spins a web of melodies. I’ve gone on and on about Marley’s vocal ability in a previous review, but it’s particularly evident on this song, where he often provides his own backing vocals, and everything just sounds perfect. Turn Your Lights Down Low is Bob’s Sexual Healing and the album’s two closing tracks Three Little Birds and One Love/People Get Ready are perhaps his most famous of all. The former preaches positivity in the face of adversity and is bursting with so much sunshine it’s a wonder it doesn’t burn to ashes every device that plays it. The latter is another masterpiece preaching togetherness, ‘Let’s get together and feel alright’. As that chorus fills your head, you’re left wondering why something so simple is so difficult.

Exodus is Bob’s mainstream masterpiece, the pinnacle of both his political songwriting as well as his songs of love and acceptance. It shines and preaches in equal measure, and it fills your very soul with an unparalleled humanity.

Song Picks: Waitin’ In Vain, Three Little Birds, One Love/People Get Ready

10/10

Animals

1. Animals

Pink Floyd

Pink Floyd’s tenth album focuses on the socio-political conditions in the UK in the 1970s and continues their liking for long songs, with only 5 of them over its 41 minute duration. The band released no singles from the album, but it was commercially and critically well received. Very much a concept album, the concept is best described by the album’s Wikipedia page:

Loosely based on George Orwell's political fable Animal Farm, the album's lyrics describe various classes in society as different kinds of animals: the predatory dogs, the despotic ruthless pigs, and the "mindless and unquestioning herd" of sheep. Whereas the novella focuses on Stalinism, the album is a critique of capitalism and differs again in that the sheep eventually rise up to overpower the dogs. The album was developed from a collection of unrelated songs into a concept which, in the words of author Glenn Povey, "described the apparent social and moral decay of society, likening the human condition to that of mere animals".

The album is bookended by two short pieces, Pigs on the Wing part 1 and 2, love songs written by Roger Waters for his wife at the time. They’re simple acoustic compositions, with the same melodies and pretty lyrics. They provide a certain contrast to the 3 longer, denser songs that make up the meat of the album.

The first of those longer songs is Dogs, a 17 minute masterpiece about the trying to find your place in world that is essentially ‘dog eat dog’, where those dogs are businessmen, perhaps most darkly summed up by David Gilmour in the second verse:

You gotta keep one eye looking over your shoulder
You know, it's going to get harder, and harder, and harder
As you get older
Yeah, and in the end you'll pack up and fly down south
Hide your head in the sand
Just another sad old man
All alone and dying of cancer

Featuring numerous instrumental breaks that get darker as the song goes on, the piece is also yet another testament to David Gilmour’s majestic guitar playing. His first solo on the song is quite unforgettable. Roger Waters’ final verse couldn’t be more perfect, performed with a detached anger:

Who was born in a house full of pain
Who was trained not to spit in the fan
Who was told what to do by the man
Who was broken by trained personnel
Who was fitted with collar and chain
Who was given a pat on the back
Who was breaking away from the pack
Who was only a stranger at home
Who was ground down in the end
Who was found dead on the phone
Who was dragged down by the stone
Who was dragged down by the stone

Having critiqued capitalism, Pink Floyd moves onto politics in Pigs (Three Different Ones), which tells the story of people caring more about holding onto power than helping those they are there to serve. The catchy repeated line of ‘haha, charade you are’ is endlessly powerful, laughing in their faces as a picture of greed, gluttony and corruption is built up over a soundtrack that includes a whole host of pig noises clearly meant to represent the waffle these frauds are coming out with. It’s a powerful, angry and atmospheric piece of music that crushes the political façade like a giant tank dressed in a clown costume.

Finally, introduced by some gorgeous electric piano and a rumbling, approaching bass line, we enter the last of the epics, Sheep, a song about those that blindly follow commands without question:

What do you get for pretending the danger’s not real.
Meek and obedient you follow the leader
Down well trodden corridors into the valley of steel.

Sheep packs a punch, finishing this pessimistic look at society with a perfect crescendo of guitars and drums that echo off into the distance, replacing the dark synths that dominated the song earlier, before we enter the aforementioned dreamy Pigs on the Wing (Part II)

Animals is a pretty spectacular look at the dark parts of the society and systems we have built. which is just as relevant today as it was in 1977. It broods, preaches and dazzles in equal measure, and it might just be my favourite Pink Floyd album.

Song Picks: All of them

10/10

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1976

1976 - Clive's Top Albums of Every Year Challenge

November 13, 2020 by Clive in Clive's Album Challenge, Music

Over what will likely be the next few years I’m going to be ranking and reviewing the top 5 albums - plus a fair few extras - according to users on rateyourmusic.com (think IMDB for music) from every year from 1960 to the present. If you want to know more, I wrote an introduction to the ‘challenge’ here. You can also read all the other entries I’ve written so far by heading to the lovely index page here.

Well, hello there 1976. As usual, let’s look at some of the year’s main events. Pol Pot became President (well, dictator) of Cambodia, the 19 month civil war ended in Lebanon, Jimmy Carter was elected US President and Viking I landed on Mars.

In terms of music, here’s what rateyourmusic.com’s users rate as the year’s top 5 albums:

I note here that rateyourmusic.com seems to have undergone an update which significantly changes the algorithm used to rank albums on the site , so this order has changed quite a lot if you go to the site now. I’ll be sticking to the ranking that was there when I started on this post however, but will of course be following the new rankings from now on (as the old ones are no longer available). For what it’s worth, the new algorithm seems to pay less attention to number of reviews, which means less well known stuff is generally getting higher up the charts.

#1 David Bowie - Station to Station
#2 Stevie Wonder - Songs in the Key of Life
#3 Ramones - Ramones
#4 Bob Dylan - Desire
#5 Rainbow - Rising

We’ve got returns for Stevie Wonder, Bowie and Jorge Ben, as well as a couple of new entrants: Judas Priest and Rainbow. As usual, I’ll be grabbing a few from further down the list.

#6 The Modern Lovers - The Modern Lovers
#7 Rush - 2112
#8 Judas Priest - Sad Wings of Destiny
#10 Joni Mitchell - Hejira
#13 Jorge Ben - África Brasil
#23 Patti Smith Group - Radio Ethiopia

And there we have it. 11 albums to review. Here’s my ranking and thoughts on the above.

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11. Sad Wings of Destiny

Judas Priest

The second album by the British heavy metal band received a positive reception when released in 1976, but had poor sales. It’s now seen as a cornerpiece of heavy metal history, and the point where Judas Priest found their sound and image. Interestingly, the band were struggling with their finances before its release, apparently restricting themselves to one meal a day and working part-time jobs during its recording.

The first thing you notice, is that this is the first appearance of the ‘heavy metal album cover’ made famous over the years by bands such as Iron Maiden. I’ve never been a fan of the look personally, but you can’t claim it wasn’t influential!

The album opens with its longest song, the almost 8 minute Victim of Changes, which serves as a pretty great introduction to what the band can do. There’s the bombardment of Black Sabbath-esque riffs, high-pitched howling vocals from Rob Halford and solid but occasionally flourishing drums from Alan Moore, but there’s also some more prog-rock elements in the song’s gentler end section. Halford demonstrates his considerable vocal range, singing in a calmer, lower tone that makes you wonder if he’s been swapped out for another vocalist before he goes into full 70s high-pitched death howl mode for the song’s conclusion. This is quickly followed by a phased solo that wouldn’t be out of place on a Hendrix album. Impressive stuff.

The Ripper is sung from the perspective of Jack the Ripper, and it’s here that the twin guitar sound of Glenn Tipton and K.K. Downing is particularly evident, one riffing away as the other adds interest by sprinkling notes in various sections.

Generally speaking, I enjoy their heavier sections more than the more proggy calmer ones, where they have that overly dramatic and self-important sound that I’ve never been that much of a fan of. Dreamer Deceiver serves as a pretty good example of what I’m talking about, though the guitar solo at the end is majestic and the way it flows into the chugging Deceiver is also rather fabulous.

Sad Wings of Destiny is undoubtedly an important heavy metal record, and it contains some brilliant riffs, production, guitar solos and notably impressive vocals from Halford. I can hear a whole heap of influences in their playing, as well as a load of people they clearly influence further down the line, which is impressive. It’s just not something I’ll be reaching to listen to again.

Song Picks: Victim of Changes, The Ripper

7.5/10

Rising

10. Rising

Rainbow

Rainbow are a British rock band led by Ritchie Blackmore, previously of Deep Purple. Their second album is often cited as one of the most influential metal albums, and was ranked as the 48th best metal album of all time by Rolling Stone in 2017.

A 33 minute feast of 70s hard rock, the Deep Purple influence is obvious and marching riffs like those on Starstruck would have been completely at home on Deep Purple’s In Rock. Ronnie James Dio’s vocals are fairly generic 70s hard rock, although he’s refreshingly more restrained when it comes to falsetto howls.

What strikes me most about Rising is how tight everything sounds. Cozy Powell’s drums are seemingly tied to the guitar, and the whole thing sounds remarkably perfect considering this is before the age of convenient digital editing. The stops and starts on Do You Close Your Eyes are perfectly timed, and it really helps them to hit home. Once we’re into the 8 minute epic Stargazer the band have completely hit their stride, Blackmore unleashing a riff that should be far more famous than it is, in a song that sounds prophetic in its grandiosity. It tells the story of a wizard who believes he can fly, so he gets loads of people to build a tower for him to jump off (many of them die in the process) before jumping off and falling to his death. Dark. Ronnie James Dio’s vocals are sublime, and it sounds like the song he was born to sing. It’s one of my favourite songs in a genre that I don’t feel has aged all that well. The album closes brilliantly with another of the speedy-riffs that Blackmore does so well, in the pacey A Light in the Black.

Rising is a powerful recording of a hard-rock band on top form. Meaty riffs, tunefully thundering vocals, and drums that sound thick with force, its influence on the more obsessively polished metal sounds to come is obvious.

Song Picks: Stargazer, A Light in the Black

8/10

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9. Ramones

Ramones

The punk juggernauts’ self-titled debut was recorded for a paltry $6,400 over seven days on the eighth floor of Radio City Music Hall in New York. In lead singer Joey Ramone’s own words (all members adopted pseudonyms with the surname Ramone, they weren’t related): "Doing an album in a week and bringing it in for $6,400 was unheard of, especially since it was an album that really changed the world. It kicked off punk rock and started the whole thing—as well as us." Although punk had certainly appeared before with bands such as Iggy and the Stooges this is the first time where there’s an album featuring entirely the ‘three chords and the truth’ simplicity of punk rock as we know it today.

The album comes storming out the gates with the famous opener and punk rock anthem Blitzkrieg Bop, Johnny Ramone’s crashing guitar riff erupting through the speakers like a call to arms. Joey Ramone’s vocals are less shouty than what add been associated with punk up to now, such as Iggy Pop’s growling and screaming, and you could almost say they juxtapose with the aggressive sound of the rest of the band, chanting catchy melodies over the top like an excited kid.

The album sounds rough, but by no means thin, with Dee Dee Ramone’s bass providing some very punchy bottom end. The drums are nearly lost in the crash of guitars, but it works, creating something that’s very restrained in its musicality - I doubt many songs have more than three chords here - but chaotic in its sound.

Once you’ve heard the opener, you know what you’re getting (except for the slightly unexpected love song I Wanna Be Your Boyfriend). These are simple, catchy and punchy songs that you can imagine crowds bouncing around aggressively to in sweat filled rooms, singing along and bouncing off each other. It’s brimming with energy, enjoyable and undoubtedly influential, if a little one-note.

Song Picks: Blitzkrieg Bop, Down to the Basement

8/10

2112

8. 2112

Rush

Having so far failed to create a particularly profitable record, the Canadian prog-rock band’s label, Anthem Records, gave them one more chance. 2112, Rush’s fourth album, is the result of that. It quickly outsold all their previous releases, and remains their second best selling album to this day.

The album opens with the 20 minute title track, which is suitably prog-rock, telling a science-fiction story of a city where creativity is banned and no one knows what music is. It’s massively pretentious - as you’d expect from Rush - and reading its lyrics is akin to reading a very long poem. The song introduces the band’s spacey sound which has aged much better than a lot of the prog-rock of the era, with drummer and lyricist Neil Peart, guitarist Alex Lifeson and vocalist/bassist Geddy Lee creating an expansive sound that defies their numbers. The song is at times pounding, at times calmer, but always massive, with Geddy Lee’s vocals displaying a remarkable range and ability to go from a high pitched growl to a calmer, more resonant style. Everything is absolutely bang in time, which is remarkable considering how complex the whole arrangement is, and to be honest, it shines as a great example of just how epic music can be. As Lee howls out his final verse it feels like nothing else matters right now except for this ridiculously over-dramatic song. I was left nodding my head along, my thoughts in the stratosphere.

The Twilight Zone is written about two episodes of the titular program, one which Rush were clearly big fans of as they dedicated parts to the show’s creator Rod Sterling in numerous of their album sleeves. It’s a calmer song than the one which opens the album, and a good example of the more standard song structures that are present through the rest of the album’s material. Songs like Lessons (which is a rare example of Lifeson providing lyrics) and the ballad Tears are essentially pop songs with a prog-rock flavour. The album closes out with Something for Nothing, a return to the proggier nature of the opening track, featuring some impressive guitar fiddlery from Lifeson and Lee’s characteristic vocal style as he regularly matches the cadence of the guitar and bass riffs.

2112 is an example of a band on top form instrumentally - and we’ve had plenty of those in this challenge - but also one unwilling to sacrifice its mission for the sake of more sales. Opening with a 20 minute epic paid off though, largely because that 20 minute epic was so damn good, and while you could absolutely say it carries the album, the rest of the songs are rather entertaining too, if not as groundbreaking.

Song Picks: 2112

8.5/10

RadioEthipia

7. Radio Ethiopia

Patti Smith

Patti Smiths’ second album was a move by her to become more commercially successful, which was what drove the decision to have Jack Douglas produce the album. The album, in something that seems overly harsh to me, was criticised as being Patti Smith selling out. I’m unsure how something so punk and abrasive (just listen to the title track) can be described as selling out, though I do accept the backing musicians are a little more restrained in general.

The album opens with Ask the Angels, a bouncy number which hops along thanks to an offbeat bass and guitar riff. There’s a celebratory feel to the song and Smith’s vocals, particularly as she and the band stutter through the chorus of “wild, wild, wild”. Ain’t it Strange features one of Smith’s most remarkable vocal performances on the album as she holds notes so long, she seems determined to bring them with her to the afterlife she sings of in the song. The drums are scattered with Ivan Král’s (he co-wrote much of the album’s material) bass holding it all together. Poppies is another example of the rambling vocal Smith does so well before we get to Poppies, a song that the author Nick Hornby has mentioned as one of the 31 songs that provided a soundtrack to his life. I can see why, it’s a song where the dark mood created by the screeching guitar solo, the walking bass and Smith’s vocal perfectly accompany the even darker lyrics, “My bowels are empty excreting your soul/What more can I give you baby I don't know”. It’s another demonstration of just how much Smith can push boundaries within the template of a rock song.

The rest of Radio Ethiopia continues in much a similar vain, with a free rocking and yet generally fairly restrained band backing Smith’s vocals, which are completely unrestrained and free just as they were on the excellent Horses. Much of what you think of the album will probably hang on your thoughts on the title track, which apparently divides critics who either think it’s display of boundary pushing brilliance, or an over-indulgent mess. I’m in the former camp, to me it’s a brazen 10 minute mass of noise that epitomises Smith’s artistic immoderation, her vocals finally backed by an instrumental melange that screams as much chaos as her vocals always have. She’s broken out the cage of song structure, and it’s rather glorious.

Song Picks: Ask the Angels, Ain’t it Strange, Radio Ethiopia.

8.5/10

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6. Desire

Bob Dylan

Bob Dylan’s 17th album is notable for being one of his most collaborative. Not only do many of the songs feature backing vocals from Emmylou Harris and Ronee Blakely, but much of the album was co-written by Jacques Levy. It also sees Dylan returning to a political narrative with its famous opening track, Hurricane, which covers Dylan’s belief that boxer Rubin Carter was framed - his conviction was in fact later overturned in 1985. It is one of Dylan’s bestselling albums, and was named number 176 in Rolling Stone’s list of the 500 greatest albums of all time.

Recording sessions for the album began with a whole heap of musicians and were unsurprisingly chaotic, but numbers were gradually cut until Bob Dylan ended up with much of the band that would accompany him on the Rolling Thunder Revue tour and who are responsible for the album’s unique sound. The album has a sound which is notably darker than most of Dylan’s previous output, largely due to Scarlet Rivera’s haunting violin, something which is prominent on the aforementioned Hurricane, a track which marches along with Dylan telling a story with an anger reminiscent of his mid-60s acoustic albums. His vocal performance is as engaging as ever, and the out of time backing vocals give the ramshackle feel of a spontaneous live performance.

An album of stories, the next one is about a man’s search for meaning, as Dylan weaves a tale over twelve verses in one of the album’s most famous songs, Isis. The narrative is surprisingly followable (perhaps Levy’s influence) and is expertly accompanied once again by Rivera’s violin and Dylan’s charmingly shambly harmonica. This is followed by the slightly odd Mozambique, which was apparently inspired by Dylan and Levy’s quest to see how many words they could find to rhyme with ‘-ique’. It’s a simpler song, and has a particularly bouncy groove when compared to the rest of the album, providing some restbite to the generally darker content. It’s One More Cup of Coffee that’s my personal favourite though. Rivera’s violin singing sadly, the snare drum echoing like the drummer has got lost somewhere in a cave, and the bass adding beautiful flourishes when the other instruments and vocals leave a gap. The lyrics are beautifully mystical (this is notably one of the few songs not co-written by Levy) and Emmylou’s accompaniment on the chorus is irresistible, giving the song the gypsy feel that Dylan was apparently going for. “The valley below” mentioned in the song, “could mean anything,” Dylan asserts.

Side one is closed out by Oh Sister, a lovely duet where Dylan and Emmylou Harris’ vocals work together brilliantly, but the album’s second side, which begins with the overly long Joey, is not as strong as the first. Joey’s chorus melody is quite affecting - largely thanks to Emmylou’s accompaniment again, but Dylan’s story of the deceased gangster Joey Gallo - who he was accused of glorifying in the song - just isn’t interesting enough to keep my attention for its 12 minute duration. Romance in Durango thankfully provides some light relief with its Latin feel, and even features Dylan singing in Spanish.

I’ve always been a fan of penultimate track Black Diamond Bay’s jaunty melody and instrumentation, and Dylan’s vocal performance is one of the strongest on the album. The album closes with Sara, a song about his then wife, and probably the most honest and candid of all Dylan’s songs. He doesn’t hide behind metaphors or pseudonyms, and thus it’s quite a harrowing listen, the chorus seemingly letting you into his very soul, which isn’t a comfortable place to be.

I really love Desire, and have grown even more fond of it having seen Martin Scorcese’s excellent Rolling Thunder Review documentary. It has a mystical, dark quality to it that differentiates it from other Dylan albums, and Rivera’s violin is a masterful addition. Though the lyrics are still great and visually evocative, I don’t think they’re up there with his best output, and it’s also brought down by the fact that Joey isn’t really good enough to account for its 12 minute running length. Nevertheless, Desire is another great album from Bob, and certainly one of his best albums of the 70s.

Song Picks: One More Cup of Coffee, Black Diamond Bay, Hurricane

8.5/10

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5. The Modern Lovers

The Modern Lovers

An album with a story far too complicated to get into here in much detail, but I’ll give you a short summary. Essentially, all 9 of the album’s songs were actually recorded in 1971 when the band couldn’t decide which record label to sign with and eventually broke up due to artistic disagreements. Lead singer, songwriter and lyricist Jonathan Richman eventually signed as a solo artist with Matthew Kaufman’s new Home of the Hits label in 1976, where Kaufman put together this release from their original 1971 recordings, six of which were produced by John Cale. So it’s the debut release of a band that had already broken up.

The Velvet Underground influence is evident from the off on Roadrunner, with messy guitars, almost talked vocals, and lyrics that have a very spontaneous spur of the moment feel to them. It’s a song about Richman’s love for Massachusetts - bandmate John Felice recalls he used to get ‘almost teary eyed’ looking out over it - driving around in his car with the radio on. It’s a simple idea, executed simply with just two chords, and it works.

The album’s light-heartedness is refreshing, and this is something that crops up again with Pablo Picasso, a song about how Pablo Picasso can get a way with acting like an ‘asshole’ because he’s famous, but you can’t. It bounces in a way not dissimilar to the opening track, with scattered, messy guitar and piano reminiscent once again of the Velvet Underground’s more experimental phase, while always remaining accessible due to the simple vocals, and bass part carrying the song structure. In She Cracked, the infectious bounce continues as Richman tells of the end of a relationship of a girlfriend who presumably succumbed to drugs. He sums it up with his trademark simplicity:

She cracked, I'm sad, but I won't
She cracked, I'm hurt, you're right
Alright

On Hospital, we see Richman showing some sadness, as he sings of an ex-lover being released from the psychiatric ward (perhaps the one he described in the previous track). The verses are slow and sombre, but the chorus has an energy similar to the rest of the album, Richman’s vocals mirroring the staccato rhythm of the guitar part.

The Modern Lovers is remarkable for its love of life, and also its ‘straight-edge’ lyrics - Richman regularly talks against drug use and smoking (see She’s Cracked and Modern World) - which goes against a lot of the music from this era. “Well the modern world is not so bad / Not like the students say” Richman sings on the album’s last track, and after listening to this upbeat gem of an album, it’s quite hard to disagree with him.

Song Picks: Roadrunner, She Cracked, Modern World, Someone to Care About

9/10

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4. África Brasil

Jorge Ben

Jorge’s back with his 14th album, and his first on electric guitar. It incorporates both Afro-Brazilian and African-American pop styles and sees a significant steer towards funk. It’s considered one of his essential albums along with 1974’s A Tábua de Esmeralda (see my 1974 post for how much I loved that one).

Ponta de Lança Africano (Umbabarauma) opens with Jorge unaccompanied on his fancy new electric guitar, but it’s not long before the band enters and we’re into the familiar, happy and energetic space that so dominated the fabulous A Tábua de Esmeralda. It tells the story of a fictional African striker, and is often regarded as one of the finest songs about football ever written. To anyone, like me, who doesn’t understand Portuguese however, it’s just an infinitely positive sounding track notable for its more present groove than anything I’ve heard from Jorge before. The pattering percussion drives the track along as Jorge’s melodies are as catchy as ever. This infectious grooviness continues on Hermes Trismegisto Escreveu where Dadi Carvalho’s bass is the star of the show, bumbling along like that guy lost in his own world at a party, oblivious to the fact that everyone is staring at his carefree dance moves.

The musical palette is constantly interesting on Africa Brasil, with O Filósofo being a particularly fabulous example. I’m not sure what is making that ‘cuckoo’ noise in the song, but it’s brilliant, sprinkling a humorous joy all over the track, which is reinforced by the quacking wah sound that emphasises the end of each phrase. Jorge’s melody swirls gently again, as if he’s just coming up with catchy line after catchy line on the spot, and the whole thing has a Bob Marley produced by Scratch Perry feel to it, which is pretty much the highest compliment I can pay anything.

The backing vocals prevalent throughout the album are blissful, and help to frame Jorge’s choruses as on O Plebeu, or indeed emphasise them as on the splendid Taj Mahal, a song that’s so catchy I reckon you could throw a CD of it in the sea and empty the ocean - please don’t though Jorge, there’s too few fish as it is. Taj Mahal is quickly followed by perhaps the album’s catchiest track Xica da Silva, a song that again uses that cuckoo sound - though less prominently - and features a chorus that you just have to sing along to, even if you have no idea what he and his backing vocalists are singing about.

I could go on, but essentially what you have here is another album from Jorge Ben that’s full of life, energy, inventiveness, humour and above all, melody. With enough new instrumental palettes to make it remarkably different to A Tábua de Esmeralda, while still possessing the same soul, it’s an album so bursting with happiness that it’s hard not to smile for its duration.

Song picks: Taj Mahal, Xica da Silva, Ponta de Lança Africano (Umbabarauma)

9/10

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3. Station to Station

David Bowie

For his tenth album, Bowie took on the persona of the ‘Thin White Duke’ and recorded in Los Angeles under such a haze of cocaine addiction that he claims to recall almost nothing of the recording and production. It came 52nd on Rolling Stone’s list of the 500 greatest albums of all time in 2020, and is widely seen as one of Bowie’s most important works.

The 10 minute opening title track is a perfect introduction. It starts with what sounds like a helicopter approaching, before a guitar screeches and some flimsy chords build ominously. The funk influence is immediately obvious, as is the German techno influence from bands such as Kraftwerk. The bass pounds and the melodica, guitar and ambient noise create an industrial soundscape fit for a character as seemingly detached as the Thin White Duke as he sings of his uncertainty of whether what he feels is love or just the cocaine - most likely the latter. By the time the song launches into a bouncy disco groove with the second chorus, as David Bowie sings “it’s too late to be grateful / it’s too late to be great again,” you’re left bopping and singing along, absorbed into Bowie’s cocaine fog, a fog taken to new levels by Earl Slick’s unruly lead guitar and George Murray’s irresistible bass. It’s a masterpiece.

This is followed by Golden Years, another display of bountiful bass from George Murray (one of the unsung heroes of this album). A funky disco number where Bowie’s ability to mix a whole host of vocal styles and catchy melodies combines perfectly with backing musicians creating a sound that hovers somewhere in-between electronic and the sound of a band, in a way that once again feeds the detached feeling of the album. The track was the first completed for the album, and was originally going to be the title track.

Word on a Wing is a slower, almost ballad-like song, which sees Bowie at his most intimate on the album until we reach the final track. Written about the ‘spiritual despair’ he went through on the set for the film The Man Who Fell to Earth. Bowie’s vocal performance is perfect once again, and particularly affecting, especially when he sings the beautifully melodic line “Sweet name, you're born once again for me”. It’s another highlight on an album of highlights.

TVC15 was reportedly written about an acid trip that Iggy Pop had at Bowie’s home where he thought the TV was swallowing his girlfriend. It’s another infectious, funky romp, this time with a slightly ramshackle and drunken feel thanks to Bowie’s vocal, despite the industrially precise musicianship on display. George Murray dials up the funky bass to 11 on the rambunctiously brilliant Stay before we reach the final track, a gorgeous cover of Wild is the Wind, a song Bowie was inspired to write after he met Nina Simone, who also covered the song on her album of the same name. Like Word on a Wing, the song features a particularly delicate Bowie vocal, which is particularly up front in the recording due to the more acoustic and stripped back sound of the rest of the band. It still has that detached industrial sound to it, likely because of the metallic reverb on Bowie’s voice, and it reeks of a man desperate to feel something.

Station to Station is one of Bowie’s masterpieces, and although I know it’s not a funk album as such, it’s still probably my favourite funky album, with the band working together brilliantly to create a whole host of infectious grooves. The fact these are led by Bowie’s unique vocals, lyrics, and just general feel, makes for a record unlike any other, one that is both intimate and yet completely cold, and one that is both authentic and fake. It’s the kind of album that could only have been written by Bowie while off his nut on cocaine, and it’s glorious.

Song Picks: Station to Station, Golden Years, Word on a Wing, Wild is the Wind

9.5/10

Hejira

2. Hejira

Joni Mitchell

Joni Mitchell’s eighth album sees her continuing her journey away from pop and towards more jazz inspired arrangements, this time featuring Jaco Pastorious on the fretless electric bass. Regarded by many as one of the greatest bassist of all time, he died in in 1987 following a fight outside a bar. The album was largely written on a long trip from Maine back to LA in the car, something that’s clear in its sound as well as its lyrics. Though the album didn’t sell as well as its predecessors, it is regularly regarded as one of her strongest works.

The opening track, Coyote, was written while on tour with Bob Dylan and the Rolling Thunder Review. It’s the perfect opening song to the album, coasting along with Mitchell’s trademark guitar flourishes put through an electric guitar and phaser, gentle percussion dotting the soundscape like houses appearing on the horizon, and Mitchell’s vocals as free and melodic as birdsong. I’ve talked about Mitchell’s lyrical talents before, but this is another great example of it. A mystical tale of roadside events full of brilliant imagery, each majestic verse ends with the lines, “You just picked up a hitcher / A prisoner of the white lines on the freeway,” which is probably my favourite line of the year.

Joni’s electric guitar decorates each song perfectly, on Amelia it flies along like blurred lamp posts out the car window in the dark as Victor Feldman’s vibraphone adds the loveliest of cries to the soundscape. It’s all so damn pretty that you’d be forgiven for letting Mitchell’s lyrics wash over you, lost in her delicate melodies. But if you catch them, there’s a whole new world to explore.

While Joni’s gorgeous electric guitar playing is the centrepiece to most of the songs here, the variety of instruments that provide added sparkle is great and gives each song a unique feeling. Whether it be the previously mentioned vibraphone, or Neil Young’s gently unfettered harmonica playing on Furry Sings the Blues, or indeed Jaco Pastorious’ trademark singing bass on four of the album’s tracks, what’s created is an enchanting atmosphere, that perfectly backs Joni Mitchell’s tales of the mystical road.

Hejira is yet another superb album from Joni, and while I confidently said The Hissing of Summer Lawns was my favourite Joni Mitchell album when I reviewed it in 1975’s list, confident at the time that nothing could top it, I think Hejira is very much its equal. It’s an album that I’ll continue to discover new things with, where the lyrics have a wonderful depth, and yet even when you don’t pay attention to them the whole thing just sounds so beautiful. I’ve always loved solitary travel. The feeling of peace that exists when there really is nothing else you could be doing other than sitting there and staring out the window, watching the world go by. I’m not sure an album has ever got me closer to that feeling than this album and perhaps Ben Howard’s Noonday Dream. Joni sums it up best on the title track, where Pastorious’ bass glistens like happy thoughts sprinkling through your brain:

There's comfort in melancholy

When there's no need to explain

It's just as natural as the weather

In this moody sky today

Song Picks: Coyote, Amelia, Hejira

9.5/10

SongsintheKeyofLife

1. Songs in the Key of Life

Stevie Wonder

Stevie Wonder’s 18th album came at a time when Wonder had seriously considered quitting music, but changed his mind to sign another seven album deal with the record label Motown. The first album of this deal was Songs in the Key of Life, a huge album of 21 songs (if you include the bonus EP included with the original release), and spanning over 104 minutes. It became Stevie Wonder’s best-selling and most critically acclaimed album of his career.

It’d be foolish to try and cover all of an album of such striking breadth and length in a review, so I’ll forgo my usual song by song orientated approach here, and try to talk about the album as whole, wile pointing to examples of what I’m talking about now and again.

I’ve talked a lot about albums being ‘tight’ this year, but Songs in the Key of Life is the tightest of them all. Every song is performed with a perfection that makes it hard to believe this wasn’t digitally edited at all. Wonder’s vocals are quite literally perfect at all times, tenderly singing more delicate songs like Knocks Me Off My Feet in a way that is absolutely food for the soul, while belting out more energetic numbers like I Wish with an infectious power that flows through your bloodstream like a drug.

Songs in the Key of Life is so influential it’s quite frankly ridiculous. Not only is it clearly a massive influence on R&B with it’s grooving soulful bass lines and impeccably recorded instruments that have a clarity absolutely not heard up to this point, but its melodies have been used and recycled all over the place. On a listen through you’re constantly recognising things, whether it be the fact that I Wish is essentially identical to (but better than) Will Smith’s later Wild Wild West, or the fact that Pastime Paradise was pretty much used in its entirety for Gangsta’s Paradise, one of the most famous rap songs out there. These are the most obvious, and credited examples, but I swear every melody on this thing has been used elsewhere, whether knowingly or not. When I first listened to it it was as if someone had just handed me a CD and said “here Clive, this is what influenced all the pop music you hear today, go listen to it”. It’s absolutely remarkable.

Songs in the Key of Life is exactly as its title suggests, full of life. Its an album full of all those things that make music so great: heart, joy, soul and passion. Over its 104 minute duration, I’m always overcome with an overflowing sense of joy where I just want to go and hug a a load of humans and maybe dance around the streets like Gene Kelly in Singing in the Rain. Wonder’s otherworldly and yet humble vocals; the perfect, sparkling piano lines; the bass - primarily by Nathan Watts - is easily my favourite bass work on any album so far, perfectly embellishing these intricate compositions in a way that isn’t just an accompaniment, but that takes centre stage with its warm flourishes at numerous points in pretty much all the album’s songs. The backing vocals are majestic, and brass is used sparingly, to really punch and bring home a sense of jubilation when it is there.

This album is absolutely now one of my very favourites, and one that I’ll return to time and time again in the future, whenever I need reminding of just why I love music so much. I can’t pick a single fault with it, and I’ve quite often said that giving an album a 10 doesn’t necessarily mean it’s perfect, but in this case, I think it means exactly that.

Though of course nothing will replace listening to the whole of this majestic thing, I think if there’s one song on the album that embodies its boundless optimism, positivity, and melodic brilliance, it’s Isn’t She Lovely. A song that is so ‘lovely’ I feel like crying with joy every time I hear it.

Songs in the Key of Life is a perfect album. There, I’ve said it.

Song Picks: Isn’t She Lovely, I Wish, Sir Duke, Pastime Paradise

10/10

November 13, 2020 /Clive
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1972 - Clive's Top 5 Albums of Every Year Challenge

August 25, 2020 by Clive in Clive's Album Challenge, Music

Over what will likely be the next few years I’m going to be ranking and reviewing the top 5 albums - plus a whole heap of others - according to users on rateyourmusic.com (think IMDB for music) from every year from 1960 to the present. If you want to know more, I wrote an introduction to the ‘challenge’ here. You can also read all the other entries I’ve written so far by heading to the lovely index page here.

And so we march on into the 70s. As is customary now, let’s have a look at some of the year’s main events: Britain took over direct rule of Northern Ireland in a bid for peace, Nixon ordered the ‘Christmas Bombing’ of North Vietnam, the US Supreme Court ruled that the death penalty was unconstitutional, and the Watergate scandal began. Oh, and the CD was developed by RCA.

Here’s what our trusty rateyourmusic.com users rated as the year’s top 5 albums:

#1 David Bowie - The Rise and Fall of Ziggy Stardust and the Spiders From Mars
#2 Nick Drake - Pink Moon
#3 Yes - Close to the Edge
#4 Can - Ege Bamyasi
#5 Neil Young - Harvest

Only one new artist entering this year, in the form of prog-rockers Yes. As usual, five isn’t enough so we’ll throw some more into the mix from further down the list:

#6 The Rolling Stones - Exile on Main St.
#8 Curtis Mayfield - Super Fly
#9 Milton Nascimento & Lô Borges - Clube de Esquina
#12 Lou Reed - Transformer
#16 Miles Davis - On the Corner
#18 Charles Mingus - Let My Children Hear Music
#61 Catherine Ribeiro + Alpes - Paix
#67 Aretha Franklin - Young Gifted and Black

That takes us to 13 albums battling it out for the number one spot. Here’s my thoughts on, and rankings of them all. Spoiler, it’s one of the strongest selections yet…

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13. Harvest

Neil Young

Harvest, the best selling album of 1972 in the US, is Neil Young’s fourth and features a fair few famous guests, as well as the London Symphony Orchestra on a couple of its tracks. When reflecting of the mainstream fame the album got him, Young wrote: "it put me in the middle of the road. Traveling there soon became a bore so I headed for the ditch. A rougher ride but I saw more interesting people there." It was recorded on his farm while he recovered from surgery, and Young attributes the album’s mellow sound to the fact he recorded it all in a brace, and was unable to play the electric guitar.

The album’s opening track Out on the Weekend, immediately lets us know Young’s lyrics and melodies are as strong as ever. A simple, beautiful song that features a similarly simple and beautiful harmonica solo. It’s breezy and sets things up nicely for the album’s aforementioned mellower sound. The London Symphony Orchestra makes its first appearance on A Man Needs a Maid, adding a whole heap of drama to a song about Neil’s insecurity with requiring companionship and yet being scared of said companionship ending. I think the orchestra works in general, especially when the song is listened to on its own, but the huge sound of that orchestra that chugs away as Young laments about needing a maid doesn’t really fit with the generally lower key nature of the recordings on the album. I think a more intimate version, like the version he performs live simply on his piano, would have fit better. The version here just takes me out of the gently breezy atmosphere the album generally creates, which is a shame.

Heart of Gold is the album’s most famous track, and undoubtedly one of Neil Young’s most iconic songs. A simple, acoustic guitar led song about struggling to find his love, again featuring a gorgeous harmonica solo which sings like a migrating songbird that knows they’ll get to their destination eventually. James Taylor and Linda Ronstadt provide the backing, which adds plenty of punch to the parts of the song Young wants emphasised, without making the whole thing sound overly massive like on Man Needs a Maid. Later on we’re blessed by the the irresistible Old Man, a song that’s chorus bounces like an inflatable castle thanks to James Taylor’s jaunty banjo and the catchy vocal melody. It’s an affectionate ode to the foreman on Young’s farm. 

There’s a World suffers from the same overly grandiose production as Man Needs a Maid, again hurting the albums cohesiveness for me, while the closing three songs Alabama, The Needle and the Damage Done and Words end things on a high note. The first being particularly notable for featuring the album’s only distorted guitar, and the second being a particular highlight, a song about the perils of heroin addiction, said to be about Crazy Horse member Danny Whitten. 

Harvest is another album demonstrating Neil Young’s skills as a songwriter, both melodically and lyrically. Unfortunately it ends up being more of a songs album for me than a cohesive piece, something that wouldn’t be the case if the London Symphony Orchestra - great though they are - hadn’t been included on those two tracks mentioned, somewhat taking away from an otherwise intimate record.

Song Picks: Heart of Gold, Old Man, Out on the Weekend

7.5/10

LettheChildrenHearMusic

12. Let My Children Hear Music

Charles Mingus

I promised I’d talk about this album back when we seemingly had a new Charles Mingus release every year back in the early 60s. Mingus himself called it ‘the best album I have ever made,’ and when our man Mingus says something like that, we listen. It consists of songs that in many cases had been bouncing around Mingus’ head for a while, just waiting for the opportunity to be recorded with a full orchestra. When Mingus finally got this opportunity, he took it with both hands. 

Let My Children Hear Music is a mix of jazz and symphony. There’s the unmistakable bass walk and swinging drums of jazz - only the solo instrumentalists are mentioned in the sleeve so I’m not sure who plays them - combined with a feeling of musical narrative that you’d expect in a symphony, though Mingus already has experience of this from The Saint and the Sinner Lady.

On the opening track The Shoes of the Fisherman’s Wife things open with the melody and drama of a brass orchestra. A timpani approaches and announces a more relaxed section as we hear our first flutes arriving like small flock of birds. And then the jazz arrives. Delicately skittered drums, a walking bass line, and a variety of brass solos are surrounded by the larger sounds of the orchestra, creating the image of a four-piece jazz band surrounded by a whole host of other brass musicians. Around the three minute mark we have a piano solo that gets stuck on certain notes, bouncing off them only once the next idea has arrived. It’s an intimate moment before the orchestra kicks back in. The song continually switches between more orchestral parts and jazz parts with an effortless ease, the larger brass orchestra producing the sweeping narrative of the piece, while the soloists and rhythm section provide the colour.

Let My Children Hear Music sounds like the soundtrack to a film, the start of Adagio Ma Non Troppo wouldn’t be out of place on an Ennio Morricone soundtrack for example, the distant brass like wolves finding their way across the desert. The music creates a spectacular scene as all the instruments wake up sporadically as the wolves seemingly find something, before the lonesome cries of a variety of brass instruments suggest they’ve failed again. Like the whole album, the piece has a strong narrative, one which your mind will fill creatively as you drift along in its musical stream. 

The album continues in a similar vein, with added ambience - such as on Don’t Be Afraid, the Clown’s Afraid Too - and even spoken word on The Chill of Death performed by Charles Mingus himself. Mingus tragically died of a heart attack in 1979, and this beautiful, engagingly mysterious album is a worthy final entry to these lists for a man that’s become one of my favourite artists since the start of this challenge. I prefer his less orchestral albums, but Let My Children Hear Music is yet another experiment from Mingus that succeeds.

Song Picks: The Shoes of the Fisherman’s Wife, Adagio Ma Non Troppo

8/10

Super Fly

11. Super Fly

Curtis Mayfield

Curtis Mayfield’s third album was the soundtrack to the film of the same name.  It stands as one of the few soundtracks to have made more money than the film it was for and is widely considered a classic of 70s soul and funk. Super Fly was also one of the first examples of, along with Marvin Gaye’s What’s Going On, a soul concept album.

Lyrically, the album is about innercity neighbourhoods, and particularly drug dealing. Pusherman - which Curtis Mayfield appears in the film performing - is the most obvious example of this, telling the story of a neighbourhood drug dealer who’s clearly making plenty of money, but asks how long it’ll last, and seems resigned to a fate he doesn’t really want: ‘Been told I can't be nuthin' else/Just a hustler in spite of myself/I know I can break it/This life just don't make it.’ The track is funky, and Mayfield’s almost whispered vocals give the impression of someone not too proud of their status as a ‘Pusherman.’ Freddie’s Dead was the most successful single off the album, reaching #4 on the Billboard Charts. An anti-drug song, it tells the story of Freddie, a character in the film who die after being hit by a car. It finishes with the warning ‘if you wanna be a junkie, well remember Freddie’s dead’  and contains the rather poignant verse about America’s eagerness to fly to the moon and yet reluctance to sort out the issues in their own country:

We're all built up with progress
But sometimes, I must confess
We can deal with rockets and dreams
But, reality -- what does it mean?

Like a lot of the album, the song is gently funky, and accompanied brilliantly by Curtis Mayfield’s vocal, which is quieter and gentler than you’d perhaps expect for the genre - there’s no James Brown style ‘waaaaauuuuu’ here - and has soul for days.

Super Fly continues in this fashion, continually critiquing the drug-dealer life, particularly on Eddie You Should Know Better, which is as judgemental as its title suggests, closing finally - via the brilliantly infectious No Thing on Me - with the perhaps the album’s best track Superfly, a song that reached #8 on the Billboard charts. The song plays over the film’s closing credits and its off-beat bassline has been sampled by numerous artists including the Beastie Boys and the Notorious B.I.G. 

Super Fly creates a relaxed, funky atmosphere perfect for Mayfield’s political discourse. It’s an album that feels very cohesive, a commentary on drug-culture in inner city neighbourhoods, which is likely as pertinent today as it was in 1972.

Song picks: Superfly, Freddie’s Dead, No Thing on Me

8/10

Transformer

10. Transformer

Lou Reed

Transformer is Lou Reed’s second album and was produced by David Bowie, who was a big fan of Reed’s band The Velvet Underground, and Mick Ronson. 

Transformer works as a nice double act with Bowie’s Ziggy Stardust, it feels like a calmer version of the sound on that album. Reed’s vocals are gruffer, there’s less instrumentation in general, and everything is slower, but they both share a certain energy. 

Transformer contains many of Reed’s most famous songs, including Walk on the Wild Side, a song named after a novel by Nelson Algren, which Reed was supposed to be doing the soundtrack for the movie adaptation of - though this never happened. The song starts with, and is largely defined by, Herbie Flower’s cigarette fuelled double-bass line which is accompanied by an acoustic guitar that is seemingly caressed as softly as possible as well as Lou Reed’s almost talked vocal. Reed slowly rambles his way through oral sex, drug abuse, prostitution and the rest, interspersing it all with probably the most iconic ‘du, de, du’ part ever. The backing vocals and especially Ronnie Ross’ tenor saxophone help to add some great flavour to what is a truly great and unique song.

Satellite of Love  and Perfect Day features probably the only Bowie-esque choruses. The delay on Reed’s voice in both making him sound metallic, slightly ethereal even. The finger clicks and other interesting percussion that start the build to the former’s crescendo ending are a great touch. On the latter, the chorus is perhaps one of the most impactful in a love song ever. It’s ominous melody defying the more positive lyrics. It is of course not a traditional love song, but one about heroin. “You’re going to reap just what you sow,” Reed repeats at the end, knowing full well this ‘perfect day’ won’t last.

Even the songs that could have worked well as punchy punk songs have a laid back feel to them. Look at the opening track Vicious, where the drummer’s earth plate is somehow louder than the distorted guitars. The bouncy riff sitting surprisingly in the background as Reed barely pushes his vocal past a loud chatter. The electric shock guitar parts that buzz over the top of the track help to add a smidgen of chaos, reminiscent of the Velvet Underground.

Transformer is a great late night listen. It feels like the comedown after Reed’s more boisterous affairs with the Velvet Underground. The reckless abandon has been stripped away, though specks of it surface now and again, but Reed’s talent is still clear, crafting some of the decade’s most iconic songs.

Song Picks: Satellite of Love, Perfect Day, Walk on the Wild Side

8/10

EgeBamyasi

9. Ege Bamyasi

Can

The krautrockers are back after 1971’s Tago Mago. Having made some dosh with the success of their single Spoon - which was the theme tune to a popular German TV show at the time and is included on this album - the band was able to rent out a disused cinema to live and record in, seemingly incapable of recording in normal conditions. Hilariously, things almost didn’t work out because progress was "frustrated by keyboardist Irmin Schmidt and vocalist Damo Suzuki's playing chess obsessively day in, day out" according to guitarist Michael Karoli. The aforementioned Spoon was added to make up for the lack of material because of this.

At 40 minutes, the first thing that’s evident is that this is a much tighter affair than Tago Mago, there’s no 18 minute epics here - though they’re still not afraid to go over ten. It seems that this is more based on necessity - thanks to Suzuki and Schmidt’s chess obsession - than an artistic decision as such, but I feel it helps the album regardless.

The albums opens with Pinch, a drum-driven song featuring Suzuki’s nonsensical, scratchy, barely understandable screaming and mumbling over the top. It’s a fine example of Can messing with your expectations, an elaborate, spontaneous, primal sounding melange of sound ending in a screech of guitars and the energetic rolling of drums. Sing Swan Song will be familiar to any Kanye West fans as it was sampled on Drunk and Hot Girls, with many of the lyrics and the main chorus melody being pinched too. Though this song never refers to 'drunk and hot girls,’ only ‘a drunken hot ghost.’ Suzuki’s rambles - though still by no means easily understandable - are a little less difficult to decipher here and the song is a little more accessible due to it’s more prominent and consistent guitar parts and at least slightly familiar structure. It’s a haunting piece, something made even more evident when the comparably light sounding One More Night starts with its jazzy synth, slightly off beat and yet metronomic drums, and Suzuki’s calm mumbles. It soon becomes more sinister when he starts whispering though. The more you listen to Can, the more you realise how Suzuki uses his voice as an instrument, the lyrics aren’t important, it’s the feeling and expression that comes with them that can change the entire feel of a song from one minute to the next. 

Vitamin C is the album’s highlight for me. A surprisingly catchy song punctuated by Suzuki’s fabulous screams of ‘You’re losing/You’re losing/You’re losing, your Vitamin C!!’ above instrumentation that’s more restrained than you’d usually associate with accompanying such passionate vocals. The bass and drums plod along until the end of each of these screams, when they momentarily wake up into a relaxed flurry to accentuate the fact that you’re losing your vitamin C and that you really should go and eat an orange. It’s weird, wonderful, completely hypnotic, and a great - relatively short - example of just how singular Can are. 

Soup very much lives up to its name, you feel like you’ve been thrown into some strange soup, gained gills and are swimming to the bottom of a bowl of weird and wonderful ingredients you can’t quite make out. When the drums kick in the vocals distort and tangle around your ears, and the song becomes a strange collection of opposites. It’s calm and yet angry, it’s completely new and yet also strangely familiar, it makes no sense, and yet it does. By the time you get to the end of the song - which contains the only part even close to being as challenging as Tago Mago’s darker sections - you really do feel like you’ve been dunked into the greenest, weirdest musical soup, and yet you kind of want to jump straight back in.

The album closes with I’m So Green and Spoon, two short and snappy songs which are again - like Vitamin C - surprisingly catchy. I’m So Green in particular sounds like the result of putting a catchy 70s pop song through a blender. 

Ege Bamyasi is singular, a strange trip, perfectly depicted by that cover of a soup can. It’s a tighter experience than Tago Mago - and perhaps even more inventive - although it lacks the infectious groove of the opening tracks from that album. 

Song Picks: Vitamin C, Soup, I’m So Green, Spoon

8.5/10

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8. On the Corner

Miles Davis

Miles had already re-invented himself and his sound who knows how many times by now, but he wasn’t done, taking a sharp turn into jazz-fusion and particularly funk, which had played a part on Bitches Brew, but is much more evident here. Jazz critics hated it on release, Stan Getz - of Getz & Gilberto - famously said of it: "That music is worthless. It means nothing; there is no form, no content, and it barely swings," while Bill Coleman rather harshly described it as "an insult to the intellect of the people." Nowadays though, it enjoys plenty of acclaim, being rated as the 30th best album of the 70s by Pitchfork and often being talked about as a big inspiration for a whole load of genres including the obvious jazz-funk, and rather less obvious electronica and hip-hop. On the Corner was Davis’ last formal studio album of the 70s, though there were numerous compilations and live albums to come. 

The first thing evident is the arrival of that quacking guitar that was to take over funk, and become a big part of Herbie Hancock’s Headhunters album in 1973. It’s particularly evident on the album’s third track where it waddles along like a pompous duck as the drums play disjointed beats accented by percussive congas and some sort of noisy tambourine. It feels much less fluid percussively than anything from Bitches Brew, but there’s an undeniable groove to it.

Other highlights include the closing track Helen Butte / Mr. Freedom X, a track that consistently has me bopping my head along to its mad, messy soundscape of funky bass, skittery and yet solid drums, that strange instrument making a noise like a dying bird, and Davis’ trumpet magically tying it all together, allowing it all to make sense like some sort of trumpeting translator. The opening track’s grated guitar solos from John McGlaughlin are pretty splendid too, mixing with the percussion and scattered, scratching notes of the other instruments in a blend of almost industrially funky jazz.

On the Corner is an album of space, of pauses, of parts that repeat, but seem to jitter as they do so. Much like Bitches Brew, there’s repetition creating a trance like sound, but here it’s a bit less joined up and more sporadic. Where Bitches Brew feels like the inspired march of the most talented musicians who’ve taken just the right amount of stimulants, On the Corner sounds like the morning after they’ve all taken too many. There’s a ruggedness to proceedings here. The way your voice feels after a night of heavy drinking, when you can’t quite hit the notes right - but it somehow has more character than when you do. And there’s some soul in that you know? I don’t think On the Corner is anywhere near as cohesive and downright revolutionary as Bitches Brew, but it’s still pretty damn great, and a clear influence on a lot of jazz and funk to come. I also think it’s one of those that will rise even higher in my estimations the more I soak up its whisky drenched grit.

Song Picks: One and One, Helen Butte / Mr. Freedom

8.5/10

Paix

7. Paix

Catherine Ribeiro + Alpes

The fourth album by French artist Catherine Ribeiro + Alpes marked the change of her musical direction to a more progressive folk sound.

Paix opens with the largely instrumental Roc alpin, where the progressive elements such as synth are evident from the start, while the second half features prominent la laaas from Ribeiro in her characteristically free vocal style.

It’s only on the following Jusqu'a Ce Que La Force De T'Aimer Me Manque where the extent of Ribeiro’s vocal talent becomes clear however. Her vocals are expressive, and full of importance and atmosphere. The heavy reverb helps them blend seamlessly into the song’s gorgeous instrumental bedding, created by Patrice Moullet’s constantly churning acoustic guitar, the twinkling synths, and the long, held organ notes. It’s a song that, although my lack of French stops me from understanding it lyrically, has a similar size and power to something like The Times They Are A-Changin’ by Bob Dylan.

The album’s final two tracks are lengthy folk experiments. The title track comes in at over 15 minutes and features one-note percussion that sounds like it’s being performed on the deadened strings of a guitar, giving a slightly modern sound. As the guitar and organ build and build we end up in a frenzy of fuzz, patters, and organ scrambles,  the organ very much dating the piece as something from the 70s, though the rest of the instrumentation has a more timeless quality to it. That relentless percussive tap continues throughout the whole song, tying it together like some bassy ticker-tape. Once Ribeiro’s vocals enter, they’re characteristically unbound, expressive, and free of melody. Although I can’t understand a word of the poem that Ribeiro is acting out, it’s hard not to be moved by the piece. Ribeiro’s melodic cries which end the song cementing it as one of this list’s most transcendental pieces of music.

The closing track Un Jour... La Mort is over 24 minutes long and again creates a memorable soundscape. A tremolo sound ebbs and flows, with guitarring not unlike that of a more stuttered David Gilmour from Pink Floyd. Once again it’s Ribeiro’s wordless vocal that really stands out though, sounding like the howl of a wolf drifting over a huge but shrinking forest. The organ melodies are accompanied well by the plucked guitar part and once Ribeiro starts singing in French I’m reminded of Lana Del Rey, a comparison that fades once she gets more passionate. The fact is it’s difficult to compare Ribeiro to anyone, her unique expressive ability transcends language and is hard to forget. As the song reaches a close, that slightly electronic sounding percussion and the soaring organ notes are accompanied by Ribeiro’s increasingly frantic vocal, the guitar chugging along, the forest turning to dust, the camera launching to the sky as the Earth howls and growls a final goodbye. You might think I’m being overly dramatic, but just listen to the thing and I think you’ll know what I mean.

Paix is a superb piece of progressive folk, an album of unbridled atmosphere, all tugged along by Ribeiro’s singular vocal performances.

Song Picks: Paix, Jusqu'a Ce Que La Force De T'Aimer Me Manque

8.5/10

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6. Young, Gifted and Black

Aretha Franklin

Aretha’s 18th studio album takes the name from the Nina Simone song, an interpretation of which is included on the album. It features a whole host of musicians spread across its 12 tracks and covers of songs by John Lennon & Paul McCartney, Otis Redding, Nina Simone, Elton John, and more, as well three compositions by Aretha herself.

On Young, Gifted and Black, Aretha seems to blend into the music more than on the previous two albums of hers on these lists. On the opening Oh Me Oh My (I’m a Fool for You Baby) Aretha’s vocals are sung with a pinpoint accuracy and a tone as warm as an electric blanket. However, though she’s very much belting them out, they never dominate over the drums, and even the backing vocals are at times louder. It’s the extra importance given to Aretha’s supporting cast that makes Young, Gifted and Black my favourite album by Franklin so far.

On the chilled-as-a-day-at-the-beach Day Dreaming we’ve got the addition of some lovely flute, and the guitar and drums are grooving together like a young couple completely in-tune on the dance floor. It’s a sumptuous track, everything combining to perfectly complement Aretha’s vocals.

On Rock Steady the band is so infectiously funky it’s hard no to get up and start gyrating around the room. Chuck Rainey’s bass and Bernard Purdie’s drums grooving together like they were meant to be. The organ and percussive touches complete a sound palette that is just fabulous, and that’s before we even mention the - of course - iconic vocals.

The album proceeds much in this vein, with thoughtful production creating a sumptuous soundscape for Aretha’s vocals to exist among, with songs like The First Snow in Kokomo being particularly irresistible. The title track is perhaps the album’s best however. It begins with Aretha leading her backing vocalists in rousing gospel style, accompanied only by her occasional chords on the piano. Then the band comes in, the bass and drums again grooving along beautifully to the gospel theatrics of Aretha and her backing vocalists. They’re well accompanied, and never overpowered. To be fair, I’m unsure a performance as powerful as the one of Aretha on this track could ever be overpowered, if you could turn it into electricity, we’d have enough power to last the whole world for eternity. Understandably, the song became an anthem for both the civil rights and Black power movements. 

It’s always been clear that Aretha Franklin is one of the greats, you only have to listen to her sing one phrase to know that, but I feel like this is the first time I’ve heard her backed in such a consistently effective manner on an album. Young, Gifted and Black is a resplendent record of warmly and powerfully performed songs. It’s an album with an effortlessly warm glow that few will be able to resist. 

Song Picks: Day Dreaming; Young, Gifted and Black; Rock Steady; First Snow in Kokomo; Border Song (Holy Moses)

9/10

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5. Pink Moon

Nick Drake

Pink Moon is Nick Drake’s third and final album before his death in 1974, aged 26. Unlike his previous two albums, it features no backing musicians except on the title track. Lyrically, the content is largely thought to be about the battle with depression that eventually took his life. As with all of Drake’s work, it didn’t sell well during his lifetime, but has since become an album that you’ll see on most all-time lists.

The album opens with the ominous title track, informing us that “I saw it written and I saw it say/Pink moon is on its way/And none of you stand so tall/Pink moon gonna get you all.” As with a lot of Drake’s lyrics, it’s unclear what the ‘pink moon’ is, but in his hushed, tuneful, nearly mumbled vocal, you can tell that he’s already surrendered to it. The simple, two minute song features the album’s only accompaniment, a gentle piano part during the bridge.

Characteristic of the whole album, Place to Be is short and features few words - 2 minutes and three short verses respectively to be precise. The song clearly shows Drake’s struggles with his mental health at the time, as beautifully outlined in the second verse:

And I was green, greener than the hill
Where flowers grew and the sun shone still
Now I'm darker than the deepest sea
Just hand me down, give me a place to be

It’s a song, and very much an album about isolation, the last line above being particularly heartbreaking. Coming after Road, which perfectly demonstrates Drake’s notable skill on the acoustic guitar, comes one of the album’s more affecting songs, Which Will. A song of delicate questions, hummed into existence by Nick’s desperately quiet vocals. It’s the creation of a man lost - with a million more questions than answers - left plucking delicately at his guitar and singing to the floor. Even in the album's instrumentals, Drake expertly conveys a feeling of sad acceptance. On Horn, a sparsely plucked melody is accompanied by the odd quietly droning bass part as the notes seem to fly through the window like elegant, melancholy swallows. 

The second side of the album opens with the record’s simplest song, Know. It features  only four lines: ‘You know that I love you/You know I don't care/You know that I see you/You know I'm not there,’ delivered over probably the simplest guitar part on any Nick Drake song. It’s the type of thing he probably wrote in a matter of minutes, and yet his vocals make it ghostly, bewitching and delicately confusing. On the following Parasite, Drake sinks deeper into depression, Free Ride sees him at his most cryptic - but also at his most singable - mirroring the soothing melody expertly with his plucked guitar part, and on the final From the Morning he’s at his least introspective, singing instead of the beauty of nature.

Pink Moon is a sad, sad record about feeling isolated and lost. This sense of isolation is emphasised by the album’s sparse production. It’s like Nick Drake has decided to record the whole thing in his bedroom, without telling any of the backing musicians who appeared on his last two albums, unable to deal with the thought of interacting with them. The short songs and less traditional structures convey that he’s done trying to please others. This was an album written for him. A place for him to spill his soul, one last time.

Song Picks: Pink Moon, Which Will, Free Ride

9/10

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4. Exile on Main St.

The Rolling Stones

The band’s 10th UK album was released as a double album and is the Stones album with perhaps the most interesting story behind it. It’s tempting to say Exile on Main St. is the result of the band’s tax exile in a French villa where they recorded the entire thing in the basement while doing too many drugs, having far too good a time, and generally living a hedonistic existence. Now, sure, the album very much sounds like that, but that’s not quite the true story.

In fact, many of the songs were recorded during the sessions for Sticky Fingers, at Olympic Studios or Jagger’s country house. It was only in 1971, when the band escaped the UK to avoid having their assets seized - they’d spent all the money they should have paid in taxes - that the villa recording phase began. It was Richards who rented the villa and, on struggling to find a suitable recording studio, the band decided to use the basement of said residence instead. They already had the Rolling Stones Mobile Recording Studio that I’ve mentioned in previous posts, so they just needed some space. There’s a documentary about the creation of this album - Stones in Exile - which I really need to watch, but the general thrust seems to be that the sessions were a mess. Jagger and Wyman were generally missing, Richards only appeared when his worsening heroin addiction allowed him to, and there was all sorts of musicians appearing and disappearing from one session to the next. Although the basics to a lot of the songs were recorded in these sessions, lead vocals, and endless other overdubs such as horns and such were added at Sunset Sound Recorders in Los Angeles, a distinctly less bohemian affair than that of Richards’ basement in Nellcôte.

By all accounts this is more a Keith Richards album than a Mick Jagger one, or as drummer Charlie Watts puts it, "A lot of Exile was done how Keith works, which is, play it 20 times, marinade, play it another 20 times. He knows what he likes, but he's very loose." However, that’s not to say Mick Jagger didn’t play a crucial role, and it’s the sessions that he led later at Recorded in Los Angeles that resulted in much of the album’s boisterous, almost party atmosphere. Jagger himself, who isn’t the biggest fan of the album, has said, “I had to finish the whole record myself, because otherwise there were just these drunks and junkies," something which, based on what I’ve read, seems rather true. One - probably oversimplified - way to look at it is that Richards provided the soul and foundation to the record while Jagger later added his characteristic energy and sparkle.

The album’s 18 songs aren’t as devoid of hits as is sometimes claimed, the album does contain Tumbling Dice, Sweet Virginia and Happy, all of which were hits and featured in the band’s set-lists for years to come. I’m not going to go into details on each song, but I do feel a need to talk through the album’s opening track, Rocks Off, which I feel perfectly encapsulates the raucous chaos of the record. 

The track opens with the whisky drenched guitar of Richards and a gargled ‘oh yeah!’ from Jagger, who sounds like he’s battered and lying on the sofa. Before long the drums come in and we’ve got some delightfully bouncy piano accompanying Jagger’s vocal. It’s muddy, the vocals aren’t as loud as usual, and the whole thing just sounds like a debaucherous, drunken party. The horns blare for the first time just a minute into the song, and continue to accompany the song’s choruses like a messy rabble of drunks. Halfway through the song it sounds as though everyone’s been dunked underwater - or more likely beer - before everyone comes back out ready to party and bounce some more. The song, like the whole album, is an energetic, raw delight.

Exile on Main St. is the Rolling Stones’ best album, and that’s not because it contains the band’s best songs - it doesn’t - but because of the atmosphere the whole thing creates. The whole band have never sounded as free and loose, as energetic, as fun. The album is perhaps the only one by the Stones where Richard’s bohemian messiness dominates and - although the whole thing would be nowhere without Jagger’s additions - that’s a prime reason it works so well. There’s flaws and the performances aren’t perfect, but they’re there, ever present and immediate, and they’ve got endless soul. It captures an energy and feeling that hasn’t been repeated since, and that’s what makes it such a rock ‘n’ roll masterpiece.

Song Picks: Rocks Off, Tumbling Dice, Happy

9.5/10

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3. Ziggy Stardust and the Spiders from Mars

David Bowie

Bowie’s fifth album is his only as Ziggy Stardust, and is backed by his backing band the Spiders from Mars. A lot of its material was written at the same time as his previous album Hunky Dory. Although often described as a concept album about Bowie’s titular character Ziggy Stardust’s arrival on planet Earth to save the planet from an impending disaster, most of the album’s concept was drawn up once the songs had already been recorded. After Hunky Dory’s heavily piano led sound, Ziggy Stardust returns to a more guitar dominated one. The cover, although it looks like a painting, is in fact a re-coloured photograph.

Ziggy Stardust starts with Five Years, a song that sets the stage for Ziggy’s entrance, detailing the end of the world in a frantic cramming of detail that crescendos and crescendos as Bowie performs some his most ‘shouty’ vocals, building and building to the outro as if he’s got so much to say he’s going to explode. By the time the outro comes, the payoff is huge, “We've got five years/what a surprise/We've got five years, stuck on my eyes/We've got five years, my brain hurts a lot” he sings in a variety of tones, his mind audibly at breaking point. It’s one of the finest album openers out there, a perfect scene setter, building to a splendid crescendo of agitation.

Soul Love is a song about love, a bit of an outlier when it comes to the narrative of the album, but fitting in perfectly in terms of its sound. The song starts with percussion and then guitar with the cleanest of clean production on it. So clean I want to bathe in it. Soul Love is a great introduction to Bowie’s uncanny ability to write strange, catchy choruses on this album, and the choice of added instruments like Trevor Bolder’s trumpet is just perfect, the distorted electric guitar giving the track plenty of oomph, while never drowning out any of the other instruments. Moonage Daydream introduces Ziggy Stardust, describing himself in the song’s iconic opening verse.

I'm an alligator
I'm a mama-papa coming for you
I'm a space invader
I'll be a rock 'n' rollin' bitch for you
Keep your mouth shut
You're squawking like a pink monkey bird
And I'm busting up my brains for the words

The song ends in a howl of laser like guitars and high pitched alien sounds announcing the arrival of our titular saviour before Starman, one of Bowie’s most iconic songs, gently drifts into our ears, filling them once again with catchy melodies, creative lyrics, and seemingly endless charm. An interpretation of Ron Davies’ It Ain’t Easy is followed by an ode to androgynous glam-rockers everywhere, but in particular Marc Bolan, Lady Stardust. Neither of these fit the album’s narrative as such, but again, sonically they’re right at home. On Rock & Roll star our saviour Ziggy realises the best way to change the world might be as a rock ‘n’ roll star.

Hang on to Yourself is one of my favourites, and a clear influence on the punk rock to come in the 70s and beyond, with its fast and infectious guitar riff - rather than the vocal - containing the hook. It tells of the attraction Ziggy is now getting from a fan, something that gets out of hand on the epic Ziggy Stardust, when he gets too big for his boots, causing friction with the band. The song features one of the world’s most iconic guitar intros and perhaps Bowie’s best vocal performance on the album. The infinitely danceable and infectious Suffragette City is followed by the final track, Rock ‘n’ Roll Suicide, beautifully charting Ziggy’s demise, Bowie’s vocal rising from a gentle mumble to a chaotic scream as Ziggy Stardust falls into the abyss, never to return. 

Ziggy Stardust is one of those albums where every song is great, even when taken out of context of the album. However, it’s when they’re all put together and performed by Bowie’s creation Ziggy Stardust that they become something truly magical, something greater even than the sum of their notable parts. Together they create an album that sounds like it’s dropped down from space, written by an alien who’s spent their life in a moonage daydream listening to our music.

Song Picks: Five Years, Starman, Suffragette City, Hang on to Yourself

9.5/10

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2. Close to the Edge

Yes

The fifth album by English prog-rockers Yes is largely seen as one of the key recordings in the genre. It’s also probably the most electronic sounding album we’ve had on the challenge so far, with plenty of synth action going on.

The album opens with the 18 minute masterpiece and title track, Close to the Edge, which opens with the twittering of birds and the gentle sound of water, as a synth builds and builds in the distance. Before long the whole band arrives in a blaze of glory, Bill Brufford’s busy drums perfectly accompanying the buzzing bass - which sounds a hell of a lot like Muse’s bass and was clearly a big influence - and chirping guitar. Jon Anderson’s aaaaaahhhs stop the band who are able to dip in and out perfectly. The following breakdown is a perfect demonstration of Yes’ instrumental skill, and we’re over 4 minutes into the song by the time Anderson sings any words. Lyrically, the song is so full of metaphor it’s hard to decipher, or alternatively, it’s easy to put your own meaning onto it. It’s apparently based on the book Siddartha. Anderson’s vocals are distinctly thin, and sung at a pitch that makes them sound strikingly fragile and yet also incredibly powerful, like a knife so sharp it’ll break if you don’t use it quite right. The song is made by its dips, which are so varied and atmospheric that the piece feels like a story, a symphony even. 

Those dips are interspersed with the same powerful chorus, which only plays a few times over the song’s 18 minute duration and ends with Anderson belting out “I get up/I get down” at the top of his lungs, a moment of such musical force it stops you in your tracks. The song has a magnificent sense of importance, and yet lacks the pomposity of a lot of prog-rock thanks to its less pretentious lyrics. The moment when Anderson once again ends a chorus with a wail of “I get up/I get down,” followed by an organ that sounds as if it’s announcing the end of the world has to be one of my favourite musical moments on any album, ever. The organ cuts back out, comes back in, playing tag team with Anderson’s heavily reverbed and melodic vocal before a synth comes in and marks the song’s final stage. A stage that takes us full circle, back to the frantic, controlled chaos of the band’s entrance, only with the dial turned up to 11. The band jumps from idea to idea like a hyperactive cat, by the time that chorus crescendos one last time in a triumphant, glorious explosion, you’re left picking your jaw up of the floor, aware you’ve just heard one of the finest and most powerful pieces of music ever written. I literally have to hold back the tears of joy every time I finish the song.

Now, asking the two remaining tracks of the album to match that would be completely foolish, and yet, they follow it brilliantly. Track two, And You and I again features pretty cryptic lyrics, but they’re sung with such conviction by Anderson that it barely matters. Like the opening track, it’s a song of complex structure, chopping and changing constantly, a particular highlight being the entrance of a flowing synth and organ part around the four-minute mark, which evolves into an even lusher soundscape once the weird guitar effects enter the fray. Then, just as you think the song couldn’t get any better, Anderson - predictably - belts out another chorus that is so massive it seems utterly ridiculous that the extra-terrestrials we no doubt share the universe with haven’t heard it yet. 

Siberian Khatru doesn’t have an Earth-shattering chorus like the first two tracks, but it does feature some of the band’s best instrumental sections culminating in a bass buzzing groove-fest splattered with organ and chattered guitar before the band are faded out, seemingly carrying on with their jam into eternity.

Closer to the Edge, perhaps more than any other album I’ve ever heard, understands that crescendos are relative. It’s the mood you put the listener in a song’s more reflective parts that makes that crescendo all the more effective. The verses and instrumentals on this record are varied, gorgeous, and thoroughly unpredictable. The choruses, though they may only appear infrequently, are among the most emotionally powerful I’ve ever heard, and yet if you took them out of the context of this whole album they wouldn’t be. That’s the beauty of it. You need to listen to the whole thing to get the most out of its cloud busting peaks.

Song Picks: Closer to the Edge, And You and I

9.5/10

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1. Clube de Esquina

Milton Nascimento & Lô Borges

Clube de Esquina was a Brazilian music artist’s collective from the Southeastern state of Minas Gerais, of which Milton Nascimento & Lo Borges were two members. Although they contribute most of the vocals and songwriting to this album and are the members credited with this release, many others were involved in its recording. Now considered an important record in the history of Brazilian music, it features string arrangements by Eumir Deodato and Wagner Tiso, conducted by Paulo Moura. 

Listening to Clube de Esquina for the first time is like being teleported to Southeast Brazil, you can practically smell the exotic fruit, the ocean, the dry, dusty cities, and the colour. On the opening Tudo Que Você Podia Ser the Spanish guitar combines with the soft vocal in a way that immediately pulls you in, and then the instruments explode into tens of bright tones led by that rapid, high guitar part. The album continues to soar like a grain of sand in the wind for its 74 minute duration, not letting go until the echoed final notes of Ao Que Vai Nascer, a song that sounds like it’s coming to us from the bottom of some ancient well. The whole thing is full of moments of breathtaking beauty: when the vocal in Cais fades and turns into a staccato piano part; when the guitar on O Trem Azul perfectly foreshadows the gorgeous vocal melody that is to appear in the song’s chorus, one of the most uplifting on the album; that long falsetto note held on Nuvem Cigana; and the moment in Um Girassol Da Cor De Seu Cabelo when the ominous strings come in and the song seems to multiply itself by 1000, turning into something unrecognisable from its gently tuneful start. I’m only up to track 8 of 21, I could go on.

Elis Regina once said that ‘if god sang, he would do it with Milton’s voice,’ and well, I’d have to agree. Nascimento’s voice can be melancholy, it can be wistful, but there’s always more than a flicker of hope there, and the overwhelming feeling is one of an optimistic fatalism. Milton can do falsettos, he can transport melodies for miles, he can hold notes, he can do it all. And yet his voice is one of the most humble you’ll hear, he is not interested in proving his vocal talents, he is only interested in serving the songs and the melody.

I don’t know Portuguese, so I can’t get to the bottom of any of the lyrics, but that takes nothing away from the album for me, and adds to it a nice layer of mystery, a humbling knowledge that I’ll never fully grasp it. It’s hard to find much information on Clube de Esquina, and certainly how it was recorded, but the whole thing feels like a very communal effort to me. It feels like the studio equivalent of a bunch of amazingly talented musicians getting round a fire and performing to themselves. The fact it’s named after and performed by many members of a musical collective would suggest that maybe, just maybe, this is true.

Clube de Esquina is probably one of Brazilian pop’s - often called MPB - most famous albums, but I certainly hadn’t heard of it until I started this challenge, and that’s a crime. There’s a mystical uplifting quality to it unlike anything else I’ve heard. The Latin American rhythms, melodies and guitar playing immediately make it stick out among the plethora of western releases we have on this challenge, and that certainly works in the album’s favour and helps to make it stand out. But there’s more to it than that, Clube de Esquina is full of gorgeous melodies, both uplifting and sad. It sounds like the moods of someone’s life, without being able to distinguish the individual events. There’s ups and there’s downs, all sung in a language I can’t understand. But cheesy as it sounds, moods and emotions are universal, they go beyond language. This album is a fabulous reminder that we’re all experiencing the same feelings, and that those are presented in a whole host of different flavours, ones that are influenced by whatever corner of this wonderful planet we were born on. I have no reservations in saying this is one of the most beautiful albums I’ve ever heard, and one that sees new parts flower every time I listen to it.

Song Picks: Tudo Que Você Podia Ser, Cais, Ao Que Vai Nascer, Um Girassol Da Cor De Seu Cabelo, San Vicente

9.5/10

August 25, 2020 /Clive
aretha franklin, young, gifted and black, milton nasciemento, clube de esquina, yes, close to the edge, the rolling stones, exile on main st., caroline ribeiro + alpes, paix, david bowie, ziggy stardust
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