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How the
guide works... The Vinyl Devourer makes certain assumptions about its readership. It assumes that the typical reader of this kind of publication:
a) Is open to most genres of recorded music
b) Enjoys reading strong and subjective opinions about music he or she may have differing strong and subjective opinions.
c) Comes to the guide with a certain body of knowledge in place, or at least a willingness to investigate bands, references
or recordings when the guide assumes too much.
The next time some pompous "purist" gives you shit for listening to Rush, you might make him aware
of this late period disco album by Can. A tepid concoction of duff, white-boy funk moves and souless reggae, Flow Motion nevertheless
gave the group its greatest commercial success, via the 1976 hit single, "I Want More." The only good song on the LP, "I Want
More" - which is a really great song - became a massive Eurodisco hit, selling so many copies that the band was able to retire
wealthy men on the sales of that single alone. Yeah, I'm whinin', but I've obviously never known the bitter frustration of
trying to "Latin Hustle" to Tago Mago. This 1979
collection of atmospheric ballads and disco torch songs is certainly Chic’s finest moment. It serves, simultaneously,
as a farewell to the disco era and as a signpost to the musical trends and revolutions of the 1980’s. Even if one ignores
most of this record and considers only the hit, “Good Times,” Risque’s importance and lasting influence
on rap, neo-soul and pop is obvious. By ’79, Chic were disco only because no one knew what else to call them. Their slick, frictionless grooves had far
less in common with the sweatier dance floor funk of groups like the Traamps than with the smooth, industrial precision of
seventies Krautrock, ala Neu!, Harmonia and Kraftwerk. Journalist Paul Lester once called Chic’s sound that of “glass
mountains on fire,” an image I’ve always found fitting, as it acknowledges both the smoldering, emotional quality
of the band’s music, along with its cool, studio perfection. It’s a shame so few at the time could appreciate
what Chic was really up – at least not enough to keep them around after fad disco went down at the dawn of the 80’s.
That Chic was tossed in the same dustbin as Lipps Inc. is unjust and infuriating Coltrane, Alice: JOURNEY IN SATCHIDANANDA
LP (v) I realize going into this that Alice Coltrane is still the Yoko Ono of Jazz to a lot of John
Coltrane fans - the wicked Jezebel who lured a heroic husband from the One True Path into the Dark Woods of the Avant Garde,
then added insult to injury by dragging the Holy Name down with a singular artistic vision that none of the Defenders of Faith
could get behind. I'll have none of that. Alice Coltrane was a musical visionary who informed her husband's art when they
played together, then carried on his legacy admirably after his death. While all of her albums are worth hearing, 1970's JOURNEY
IN SATCHIDANANDA remains my personal favorite. While Coltrane's earlier work remained firmly rooted in the small-combo jazz
tradition. Here, she sets out for the raga-jazz frontier, creating rich, exotic textures via the lush interplay of harp, piano,
saxes and Indian instrumentation. The Damned - THE BLACK ALBUM dbl LP (v) Dismal double-LP from 1980. A few classics here and there ("Wait For the Blackout," is one of
the band's best songs) but overall, this album is way too long and a plethora of lackluster tunes crowd out the gems. Side
three is devoted to a pointless concept piece that drones on and on for over 17 uninteresting minutes. Side four is a live
set that is alright, but could be a lot better. The Decemberists- CASTAWAYS AND CUTOUTS CD (v) Although I've loved
all the Decemberists' albums, this one remains a sentimental favorite. A little rougher around the edges than their later
work - Colin Malloy has had A LOT of vocal coaching since this was recorded - but possessed of a stately melancholy that really
hits on a sincere, emotional level, especially on "Grace Cathedral Hill," "Cocoon," and the classic "California One." Use
of a steel guitar on some songs gives the album a poignant country edge that would be missed from future releases, but would
re-appear, in a strange way, on 2008's THE HAZARDS OF LOVE. Fleetwood Mac - MYSTERY TO ME LP (v)
Henry Flynt and the Insurrections - I DON'T
WANNA LP (i) Henry Flynt is a classically trained musician whose disdain for the Eurocentric bigotry of musical
academe led him to develop his own gutteral style of lost-in-the-holler hillbilly punk protest music. Taught to play guitar
by none other than the Velvet Underground's Lou Reed - who would later punch Flynt in the mouth on stage for playing too many
country licks while sitting in with the VU - Flynt's style is simultaneously raw and complex. The first time you hear this
1966 album, you'll swear Roscoe Holcomb has gone punk rock, or that some other untrained, mountain musician has been listening
to some Troggs records on his wind-up Victrola, then gone and got himself joined up with one of them electrical bands. Further
listens however, reveal subtle textures and a trained hand for the transcendant drone of Eastern music. A lot of bands have
played dumb while courting the avant garde, but there are very few, if any, albums so legitimately entrenched in the vernacular
of the American South (Flynt operated in New York high art circles, but was actually from North Carolina) while simultaneously
reaching for a disciplined, theoretical and modern approach to The Other. In reaching back into the redneck past to thumb
his nose at the modern, Flynt created music that was simultaneously lower class real and highbrow adventurous - and stirred
up a mighty rock 'n' roll blast in the process. No one has channeled Dock Boggs, Bo Diddley and La Monte Young to such stunning
effect. The point in the 1980's where I can remember Genesis becoming GENESIS!!! All the hipsters still
hate this record, but it's damn near a perfect album and ten times more rhythmically inventive than almost anything else being
recorded at the time. Had this album been recorded by some "right-on" combo like the Pop Group, the intelligentsia would have
been all over it. German Oak - GERMAN OAK LP (v) This 1972 LP, now reissued on CD with extra tracks, has long been the redheaded stepchild of Krautrock
albums, mostly because of its bizarre, apparantly neo-nazi packaging. With a nazi infantryman on the cover and song titles
like "Down in the Bunker," "The Third Reich" and "Swastika Rising," the album seems to arise from some marginalized band of
Holocaust Revisionists - an impression compounded by the fact that the only vocals present on the album are sampled recordings
of speeches by Adolf Hitler. Despite all this, THIS IS NOT A NAZI
ALBUM. It is, rather, a concept album about the German experience during World War 2, from the rise of the sinister
Third Reich to the eventual bombing and descimation of Germany at the end of the war. Haley, Bill and the Comets - ROCK THE JOINT! THE ORIGINAL ESSEX RECORDINGS 1951-1954 CD (v) Bill Haley’s transformation from western swing cowboy into kiss-curled rock and roller
was almost strictly mercenary, but he and his Comets (nee the Saddlemen) rocked as hard as any band of the day. While Haley
would later sack the steel guitar in favor of a more contemporary R&B saxophone, these recordings show how dynamite and
futuristic Billy Williamson’s manic steel playing was. In wild, distorted runs that preface all the wild rock guitar
you’ve ever heard, Williamson’s steel zigzags over the rolling rhythm section like Hendrix on locoweed. An essential
and little heard body of work.
This 1998 album, the
last stand for this problematic grunge band, seems more of a lost Smashing Pumpkins album than a proper Hole LP. Although
Billy Corgan has only been officially credited with "helping things along" and co-writing five of the album's 12 songs, his
influence over every aspect of this recording is unmistakable. The songs all sound like Smashing Pumpkins songs, the band
plays like Smashing Pumpkins and Courtney Love sings like a female (albeit less whiney,) Billy Corrigan. If you have ever
wished the Pumpkins had stuck to a hard rock sound, or hadn't become so arty after ADORE, this one has "you" written all over
it. This 1987 album from mystery man, Jandek, is a lot of people's favorite - not so much for the
music itself, as for the way it figures into the fantasy/soap opera many fans have constructed around the Jandek canon. Supposedly,
this is Jandek's break up album. Nancy, who had appeared on Jandek albums on-and-off since 1983, has disappeared by this album
and, since so many of the lyrics deal with parting and loss, this is perceived to be Jandek's bitter assessment of the end
of their relationship. All of that aside, this is one of the J Man's more accessable recordings with actual blues songs taking
the place of Jandek's typical graveyard drones, and a more conventional singer/ guitarist standing in for Jandek on at least
three tracks. Not be a boor, but this has been my least favorite Jandek record so far. When Jandek simply does whatever it
is that Jandek does, at least no one else is doing anything remotely like it. Thus, there's really nothing to directly compare
it to. It retains its essential enigma. But when Jandek sings the blues, entering into territory already mapped out and claimed
by so many others, he's just some guy who can't play guitar or sing trying to play the blues. Why would I not rather listen
to Lightnin' Hopkins? Julian's Treatment: A TIME BEFORE THIS LP
(i) A 1970 concept album, with a story based liberally on Isaac Asimov's Foundation Trilogy. Organ-propelled
prog rock with jazzy leanings. Some passages are a little ponderous, but much of this - particularly those tracks with lengthy
cathedral organ workouts - is A+ work. Very spacey and atmospheric. Mazzy Star - AMONG MY SWAN CD (v) The group's last album,
from 1996. Languid hymns from the Church of the Nodding Hippie. Perhaps a little too languid over the long haul, but
simply gorgeous so long as the spell remains unbroken. Melvins - THE BOOTLICKER CD (v) One of the Melvins'
"wierd" albums. These songs largely eschews the band's usual heavy riffing for whispery, quiet arrangments that build tension
without the expected heavy metal catharsis. the Melvins album to play at your next midnight seance, or virgin sacrifice soirée. Metallica - METALLICA (THE BLACK ALBUM) dbl
LP (v) Clearly, a seminal metal album, and the the record that propelled Metallica from cult status to
megarock stardom. Side one starts out strong, with The Big Hit right out there, front and center, followed by one of the group's
heaviest songs, "Sad But True." In a perfect world, this would have led straight into the similarly heavy "The God That Failed."
Side two could have opened with the lesser, but atmospherically consistent, "Anywhere I Roam," then gone on to that dumb werewolf
song, then on to the underappreciated "My Friend of Misery." "Through the Never" could have picked up the pace, and provided
a good lead into the otherwise misplaced "Don't tread on Me." "The Unforgiven" and "Nothing Else Matters" could have been
moved onto a Bon Jovi record, where they belonged in the first place. Ninnixu - THE COLLECTION CDR Filthy black metal from the putrid pits of Boston, Mass., circa 2008. A complete sonic mess. So poorly
produced, the only instrument you can really hear is the bass, although what might be a leafblower and blender full of raw
meat seem to emerge from the muck the more times you listen. The vocalist, who resides in the mix a few levels below the leaf
blower, sounds like a crack-crazed monkey with his feet on fire locked in a dog carrier. Song titles suggest the lyrics to
be the usual profane blasphemies, but this guy could be reading a phonebook in Belgian for all you'll know. Simply beautiful. Nirvana - IN UTERO LP While most hit bands would have attempted to replicate
their big moment on their next record, Nirvana followed their multi-mega-platinum NEVERMIND with a collection of live-in-the-studio
sessions recorded with a broken guitar amp. While that's not quite what was eventually released - the final mix is far more
genteel than originally concieved - there is enough of that rawness still present on IN UTERO that it qualifies as a cave
man classic. An altogether darker affair than NEVERMIND had been, IN UTERO alternates the expected grunge-pop with astoundingly
pissed-off "songs" that throb and pound with unabashed, knuckle-dragging fury. Kurt Cobain spends at least half the album
screaming like a baby in a Skinner Box, and the band as a whole works hard to deliver the "unlistenable punk rock nightmare"
Cobain promised in pre-album interviews. This LP marks the point when, in 1977, the Amboy Dukes were totally absorbed into Terrible Ted's
Awesome Ego. No matter - this is a better album than the Dukes ever recorded, and one of the best heavy rock albums of its
era. Some of the faster, boogie numbers have not aged so well, but the slower, heavier tracks convey as muchatmosphere as
any metal tunes this side of the first Sabbath album. Ted can protest that he was drug-free during the day, but make no mistake
- this is drug music, in all its echoey, smoke-clouded, wah-wahed glory. Don't think for a second that Kawabata Makoto has
not smoked a zillion bowls to this album over the years. Psychedelia for the glue and qualuudes generation. Om is a duo that consists of the former rhythm
section of the famous stoner metal band, Sleep. Given this pedigree, it's not surprising that critics who don't understand
Om's music generally lump them in with the doom metal crowd - especially now that the pair have left Holy Mountain for Southern
Lord Records. The guitarless Om uses simple bass and drums to create a psuedo-devotional music that is as subtle
and lovely in it's long, gentle passages as it is dense and pummeling in it's heavier moments. They've been been criticized
for releasing a number of records that all sound basically the same, which is fair - there are more expansive musical visions
than Om's, still. Still the group has successfully carved out a distinctive niche and, with their newest album,PILGRIMAGE, has built upon their previous work to create a powerful
album that both sums up and transcends everything they've recorded so far. Pilgrimage begins with nearly eleven minutes of
whispery arabesque - the darkness is deep within the Great Mosque - which gives way to approximately 16 minutes of heavy as
hell, Ammon Duul 2- like psychedelic riffing, then settles back down to 4 minutes or so of quiet meditation. Much like Sleep's
most ambitious LP, DOPESMOKER, PILGRIMAGE was recorded to be listened to in one setting, with
the aim of simulating a religious journey, complete with chant-like vocals and psuedo-profound lyrics. That PILGRIMAGE is
ultimately more interesting than the more monochromatic Dopesmoker, is a testament to Om's greater sense of subtlety Ono, Yoko - PLASTIC ONO BAND LP Few people can say they have belonged
to a seminal band that actually changed rock and roll. John Lennon and Ringo Starr have both belonged to two such groups:
The Beatles and the Plastic Ono Band. Initially a loose aggregate of whoever John Lennon happened to be playing with at a
given time, the Plastic Ono band had solidified, by late 1970, into a core group of Lennon, Starr, and bassist Klaus Voorman.
This group recorded only two albums, both called PLASTIC ONO BAND, one credited to John, the other to Yoko. While John's LP
is a collection of traditional rock songs recorded in the standard fashion of the day, Yoko's album featured all improvised
material culled from a single, marathon jam session which was later edited and produced by Phil Spector. Pink Floyd: MUSIC FROM THE FILM "MORE" LP
(v) Pink Floyd's first soundtrack, from 1968. The best of the Floyd's soundtracks, and an album that
has really grown on me over the years. Psychedelic in the mode of the group's first two albums, and a distinct improvement
upon the less focused SAUCERFUL OF SECRETS, MORE is an essential part of the group's discography that is too often ignored. Plant, Robert and Allison Krauss - RAISING SAND CD (v)
Possessed - BEYOND THE GATES LP (v) Prince - THE BLACK ALBUM LP (v) Not bragging, but I got this back in the late 80's or early 90's, when it was still a bootleg.
This album either originated as a pirated copy of music Prince had written and recorded for Sheila E.'s birthday party, or
was originally an album called "The Funk Bible," which was recorded as a hard-edged response to critics who complained that
Prince's work had become too pop oriented. In either case, this album is a lot heavier and funkier than any of Prince's official
releases had been in awhile. Prince's last minute decision to scrap this album in favor of the lukewarm pop of the LOVESEXY
LP is at first puzzling, but makes sense when you think about it. LOVESEXY, as lackluster as it was, allowed Prince to further
court the pop audience he had been catering to with albums like PARADE, while bootlegs of THE BLACK ALBUM, which were way
too slick and easily acquired to be anything other than a sanctioned boot, earned him further credibility with a more funk
oriented audience. Rice, Boyd: THE BLACK ALBUM LP (i) Rice's first recordings from 1975, released in super-limited quantities in 1977. By the time Boyd
Rice began performing as Non, his sound had become the most densely constructed wall of noise yet heard. Here however, we
find Boyd Rice the record geek playing around with his collection of old, vinyl albums. Since all the loops and collages here
are constructed from classical albums, the proceedings take on a surprisingly understated, if relentless, tone. Not at all
what his later work would have us expect it to be, and utterly unlike anything that emerged from the Industrial underground
of its day. "I think I created something that blanks out your brain," Rice has said of this album, " leaving a vacuum and
allowing new thoughts to form. There is no area of modern life where you have room for undirected thought. Unless you're sitting
on a toilet, there is always some intrusive information. I wanted to crate something that would run all the thought out of
people's heads." Rush: ALL THE WORLD'S A STAGE dbl-LP (v) From 1976, this live album finds Rush on the very cusp of their transformation from lunkheaded
purveyors of pothead hobbit metal into a "thinking man's rock band." Granted, their best work was still ahead of them, but
there's not a damn thing wrong with two discs of lunkedheaded, pothead hobbit metal. Throbbing Gristle: NOTHING SHORT OF A TOTAL
WAR cassette (i) The first Throbbing Gristle recordings from 1977, unreleased until 1984.
Throbbing Gristle were, of course, the first industrial group, back when "industrial" still meant machine noise and not cliche'
eurodance electronica. Needless to say, these recordings sound like absolutely nothing being recorded back in the late seventies,
to the point that you can't help but feel a certain reality disconnect when you try to put this music within the context of
its era. While already as disconcerting and scary as they would ever be (witness "Slug Bait's" giddy depictions of castration,
auto-cannibalism and pocket knife abortion,) Throbbing Gristle was not entirely as sonically oppressive as they would soon
become. Much of this music is surprisingly spare, and a lot of the tracks here sound like odd field recordings from some apocalyptic
future where the tribal inhabitants of a future London re-invent rudimentary rock music in their spare time between clan wars
and human sacrifices . The opening track, "Epping Forest," is actually very dreamy and lovely. All of this provides brilliant
contrast for the more balls-out moments of electronic noise mayhem that punctuate the proceedings. Released in a limited edition
of 25, this cassette is readlly available for download for those who know where and how to look, and much if not all these
tracks have been made otherwise available on similarly out-of-print cassettes. V/A - THE SUN STORY Dbl-LP (and assorted re-issues) The essential core of Sun singles your collection is utterly meaningless without, as compiled by Rhino
Records in 1986. Elvis, Carl Perkins, Billy Lee Riley, Sonny Burgess, Rufus Thomas, Charley Rich, etc., etc. Sun was the essential
rockabilly label, and one could make a worthwhile collection of fifties rock and roll based solely on Sun recordings, many
of which have been reissued on album several times. Hardcore Sun freaks are steered towards Bear Family’s series of
Sun box sets. Those who wish to collect specific artists are directed towards the indispensable, if shoddily packaged, vinyl
re-issues of the 1970’s, which include at least two volumes of Jerry Lee Lewis’s ORIGINAL GOLDEN HITS, three collections
of Charlie Rich’s Sun recordings, JOHNNY CASH’S ORIGINAL GOLDEN HITS VOLUMES 1 & 2, THE BEST OF CARL PERKINS
(2 LPs issued by Trip records in the early 1970s,) and RCA’s 1976 re-issue of the Elvis’s Sun session, which the
label bought from Sun owner Sam Phillips in the 1950’s. Voivod - KILLING TECHNOLOGY LP (v) The 1988 album on
which this much revered French Canadian band outgrew its thrash metal roots and began to develop its own voice. Outside of
a few obvious riffs, this is scarcely metal at all. Spiney, twisted and violent, this music owes much to the then-current
european Anarcho-punk sound, albiet run through the conceptual blender of Voivod's own unique sonic vision of techno-social
collapse. The bass sound is huge, the drums almost tribal (as per a tribe of cannibal pigmies living inside your trash compactor.)
The lead guitar rattles like a rusty chain. Voivod would eventually smooth down some of their rough edges, but here they were
still as raw as a chewed up scab. Weakling: DEAD AS DREAMS dbl LP (i) The best, most epic black metal album I've ever heard, and a real life-changer for anyone I've
encountered who can get past the dumb band name and (genre-standard) shitty vocals. On a certain level, I guess Weakling wasn't
"really" black metal, since they were from San Francisco, the drummer was nicknamed "Little Sunshine," and one of the guitarists
was on loan from the Fucking Champs. Still, "Dead As Dreams" blows 9/10 of the "real stuff" out of the water in terms of musical
accomplishment, epic sweep and emotional depth. Yes - TALES FROM TOPOGRAPHIC OCEANS dbl-LP (v)
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