In a case for any buddy Sherlocks out there, this particular album was unexpectedly absent from my CD collection back when I was deeply immersed in Cave reviews.
On the urging of a regular reader (Unrelenting Tedium, are you still out there?), I sought a replacement copy and have been relishing each listen ever since.
I am seriously torn in my ranking of Cave opuses. Three of his albums currently occupy my Top 20, with Let Love In out in front.
My strongest basis for favouring said album was its astoundingly strong opening trio of tracks. But, then, this CD has an even more impressive triptych.
The epic Papa Won’t Leave You Henry is captivating with swirling, rousing choruses. The organ and virtual call-and-response of I Had a Dream Joemaintains the momentum, while the lusciousness of the softer Straight to You presages his later work on Boatman’s Call.
What lifts this album above its esteemed peers is that the quality never drops. There isn’t a track on this release which would be out of place on a Bad Seeds best of. The album isn’t quite as wild or aggressive as his live work of the time or Tender Prey, but it is wonderfully balanced and engaging.
File under: A dream weaver
This album title emanates from yet another crowd vox pop quote. Not surprisingly some in the Consolidated audiences got pretty pissed off at the pumping industrial dance tracks being interrupted by lengthy diatribes.
The wierd bit is that this album has much more accomplished and listenable musical tracks than the preceding two releases from the ‘collective’.
I suspect this was the first album I heard and bought from this band, as this is where they most sound like Michael Franti’s Disposable Heroes. The ranting is more rhythmic, and the narrative threads weaved through the songs are more captivating and engaging.
And, despite the scolding, know-it-all tone of many tracks, there are moments of definite humour, and also the most memorable contribution of the band, namely the inclusion of a track by guest rappers, the Yeastie Girlz.
Here it is in all its glory (warning, this is not particularly work-friendly, discussing as it does the merits of cunnilingus):
More tunes like that and I’d be much happier with the album.
File under: No, play more good music
Finally the turntable gets another spin. And this album has definitely given the machine a workout.
The Cosmic Psychos are icons of a peculiar part of the Aussie music scene. A trio of roughnut blokes playing straight ahead, Stooges-style garage punk, these guys were reknown for drinking VB in copious amounts, swearing up a storm, roo-shooting and agricultural imagery.
There’s nothing pretty or arty about this men. They compose incredibly direct tunes (with such couplets as “I wanna be like David Lee Roth and have girls suck me off”), with pounding beats and wah-wah laiden riffs.
It all works well and captures the spirit of the late-80s, early-90s garage punk bands that for better or worse would inspire the grunge movement.
I’m feeling guilty listening to this without a beer in my hand (a can of course), that I’m not wearing a wife-beater singlet and am unadorned with prison-style tats. But these blokes would forgive all (well, maybe not the beer bit), as it was never about how you looked and all about how much you liked the unbridled rock experience. And I do…
The stand out tunes: the aforementioned David Lee Roth, the riff-heavy Rain on You and Going Down.
File under: The Oz-Rock that should be played once an hour on “classic hits” stations
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After my fortnight of Cave listening a month or two back, I promised to pick up a couple of the albums I was missing from his back catalogue.
I didn’t exactly stretch myself, stepping back one spot to acquire this the fifth album in the Bad Seeds catalogue.
This was very much the breakout release for the band, opening with the quintessential Cave composition (and performance) the astoundingly good Mercy Seat. The song is so good that my version of the CD has two versions of it!
The album doesn’t rest on those laurels, but rather follows up with the rousing Deanna and a few other tunes I’d been unfamiliar with until, most notably Up Jumped the Devil. This rollicking number is like some bastard lovechild of The Pogues and Tom Waits, and is Cave and buddies at their fun-loving best.
The album stays consistent throughout. Nick is in his typically verbose and literary mood, with the band exploring their more raucous and dangerous side.
As such, this is a wonderful addition to my rather shelf-greedy Cave collection. Perhaps I might even delve even further in to his past.
File under: Love me tender
Just a quick post to update avid readers of this blog as to my progress. I have finally completed the second row of CDs on the rack (see below).
Those 80 reviews (there were a few more singles and EPs in the way than on the first row which included 96 reviewed albums) took me approximately 150 days.
I am going to have to pick up my pace lest this process drags out into the 22nd century.