The Melvins – Everybody Loves Sausages

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Cover albums are usually a terrible idea.  Bands might have a blast jamming their favorite songs but they should do the listener a favor and keep it strictly in the rehearsal room.  That is, of course, unless you’re the Melvins and actually do something unique with other artists’ creations.  It should come as no surprise even to the casual listener that the Melvins wouldn’t go the standard route and just do faithful renditions of songs everybody has already heard a whole bunch of times.

Furthermore the cast of characters involved with Everybody Loves Sausages should make people froth at the mouth and rush out to get the record – or at least listen to a free download.  Also the idea of a covers/collaborations album isn’t exactly new to the Melvins.  In 2000 the group did a similar project called The Crybaby.  And furthermore, even though Everybody Loves Sausages is considered an official Melvins release, it’s a pretty mix and match affair.  Aside from the aforementioned guest appearances, various songs feature different permutations of the group; both the duel drum version with Jared Warren and Cody Willis and the Melvins Lite version with Trevor Dunn on standup bass appear on the record at various points.  The only member who plays on all thirteen songs is Buzz Osbourne.  His “cover” of “Heathen Earth” by Throbbing Gristle is actually a solo piece he made up himself in which he plays all of the bleep-bloop noise machines and which actually isn’t a cover of “Heathen Earth” at all since the song “Heathen Earth”, as thought to be a Throbbing Gristle song, doesn’t exist and is actually Heathn Earth, an album.

Going into the record I was already familiar with nine of these thirteen songs.  Of the one’s I hadn’t heard, “Set It on Fire” is by Australian garage/punk band the Scientists.  Mark Arm’s lead vocals makes the song sound like Mudhoney, which is fine by me!  “Art School” by the Jam is done Oi! style with Tom Hazelmeyer of Halo Of Flies and AmRep fame joining Osbourne on a hilarious shouting match of “Oi, Oi!” while the two sing in thick British accents.  It sounds like standard punk fair but no worse for it.  It’s the other two that bug the shit out of me!  When I checked discogs for “Timothy Leary Lives” by Pop-O-Pies and “Romance” by Tales Of Terror, both are from long out of print albums, which fetch incredibly high prices and that sucks because both songs are good!  When Osbourne calls the Tales Of Terror record one of the best he’s ever heard by anybody ever, he might as well wave his dick in my face and say, “ha ha, you can’t touch this!”

As far as the rest of it goes, it’s going to be difficult to describe the record without describing each song individually.  I know this is a terrible way to write a review so please bare with me!  The album’s “WTF?!” tone is immediately established at the beginning of the album.  After Scott Kelly of Neurosis makes you want to drink Coor’s and smash beer cans against your head all day to the tune of “Warhead” by Venom, the Melvins do a faithful, sincere rendition of “My Best Friend” by Queen!  According to the liner notes, it’s supposed to make you go, “huh?” but I can just as easily assume it was Buzz’s and Dale’s honest admission of love for each other.  Who knows?  Then the album gets kinda shitty because they do “Black Betty”, a song I’ve always loathed with all my being!  I just can’t stand that “black betty bam balam” refrain!  Thankfully the Melvins make it halfway listenable by playing the coda Motorhead style.

Elsewhere we get “Attitude” by the Kinks which RULES!  It’s probably my favorite performance on here.  They don’t change it too much but you know how in the original the chorus slows down and only gets fast in the last refrain?  Well, in this version, it’s fast and punky the whole time!  So, it never stops kicking your ass!  It’s awesome!  “Female Trouble” is a neat little treat with Dunn’s standup bass and Osbourne singing “they say I’m a skank but I don’t care/go ahead and put me in your electric chair”!  “Carpe Diem” by the Fugs isn’t altered too much other than briefly heavying up the song during the “you can’t out think the angel of death” refrain.  Otherwise the band maintain the gorgeous melody of the original, making it my second favorite performance on the album.

And that leaves us with the two longest songs on the album.  Don’t get me wrong; I like “Station to Station” by Bowie and “In Every Dream Home a Heartache” by Roxy Music.  And the band do fine versions of them; the former is turned into a heavy, sludge thing before the funky part kicks in.  I wish J.G. “Clint Ruin Feotus” Thirlwell sang in his old sleazy style, not his new, high pitch, melodic style but oh well.  And, in the latter, Jello Biafra, with his unmistakable vibrato, helps maintain the original’s creepy vibe when telling the tale of a man’s love affair with a blowup doll.  The only problem is that, since most of the songs are relatively short, placing an 11 minute song and a 9 minute song at track five and track ten respectively tend to slow up the album’s otherwise brisk pace.

Someone might want me to mention that Blondie drummer Clem Burke, former Melvins and Cows bassist Kevin Rutmanis, Tweak Bird guitarist/singer Caleb Benjamin and longtime Melvins producer Toshi Kasai also appear on the album.  They do.

Mudhoney – Vanishing Point

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I know I’m late to the party on this one since the latest Mudhoney album Vanishing Point has already been out for two months.  But I guess I just wanted to rant about how good the new album is.  I listened to it on repeat on my two hour car ride back from Grand Rapids and I must say it’s their best album in fifteen years (not counting their absolutely fantastic best of/rarities double disc set March to Fuzz).  Now that is actually saying something.  I gotta confess that I’m a fan.  In Our Band Could Be Your Life writer Michael Azerrad claims that Mudhoney topped out early in their career with “Touch Me, I’m Sick” and henceforth just did the same thing over and over just not as good as the first time.

Well, he’s got that almost correct.  Add Mudhoney to the Motorhead/Ramones/AC/DC camp; bands who know one or two tricks but do them so well, they should never, ever think outside the box.  It’s a good box after all.  My friend told me that Vanishing Point sounds like it could  have been released 20 years ago.  Great!  I’m one of the few who thinks they never sucked during the 90s.  However after their breakup/reunion with Guy Maddison in place of original bassist Matt Lukin, I don’t know… I just didn’t like those albums as much.  Maybe I just felt that Since We’ve Become Translucent, Under a Billion Suns and The Lucky Ones were just generic garage rock albums.

But they’re back in fine form!  Little Marky Arm and Steve Turner blast out one great Stooges/Blue Cheer/MC5 riff after another across the album’s ten songs and 34 minute running time.  There is some great guitar interplay and Arm’s lyrics are as spot on and clever as ever.  Arm compares GG Allin to Long John Silver and drops references to Foreigner and Devo songs.  And when the lyrics aren’t clever, they are deliberately stupid and thus very funny.  Probably the best example I can give for this is “What to Do with the Neutral” which contains the lines “embrace the positive/reject the negative/what about the neutral which is neither here nor there/what to do with the neutral is not an easy problem/problem to solve/I will say no to nothing/and yes to something/but I have no idea what that something should be.”  What does that even mean?

But, like usual, Mudhoney tamper their signature style with slightly different approaches and fun little inside jokes for rock fans.  Oh!  And “Chardonnay” is a raging, uptempo punk song!  It sounds like the New Bomb Turks!  Aforementioned “What to Do with the Neutral” seems to be a vocal homage to Iggy – and I mean the solo, singing Iggy not the “I’m a streetwalkin’ cheetah” Iggy.  And I can’t say for sure but on the intro to “I Don’t Remember You”, it seems as though the group “borrowed” the “Under My Wheels” intro.

But it’s those inside references that make me want to shout it out loud and proclaim to the bros in the car next to mine when I tool around this boring Detroit suburb, “fuck you, assholes!  I listen to ROCK, baby!”  And that’s what this and all of Mudhoney’s albums are!  They’re rock!  Not  punk, grunge or “alternative” (a term which seems to all but died save for those who are completely out of touch)!  I don’t know how to say it without getting redundant!  No new ground is broken, just ten wonderful, catchy as all hell fuzzed out rock tunes!  They’re loud and Mark Arm belts out the lyrics with the same glee and whimsy as when he first shouted “I’m a jerk/I’m a creep!” 25 years ago.  Only now it’s “I’ve got big enough balls/ to admit I like it small”!

Oh okay, I will also mention “Sing This Song of Joy”, a mellower, more somber tune which evokes a similar mood as earlier songs like “Endless Yesterday” from aforementioned Under a Billion Suns, “Thirteenth Floor Opening” from Piece of Cake and “Broken Hands” from Every Good Boy Deserves Fudge.  So there you go; different tones.  However the majority of the album is a rollicking, gnarly good time!  And really isn’t that what we all live for?

Black Sabbath – 13

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If any of my loyal readers were wondering why I dropped off the blogosphere, I spent the weekend in Grand Rapids, acting drunk and stupid while attending the performances of Kylesa, Torche and Baroness, who just happened to all be in town on three successive nights.  Now I’m back and have the next week off work so expect to see lots of new posts; band profiles and reviews, reviews, reviews!!!  Old, shitty movies, new lousy records – although I’m being facetious on both fronts let me tell you about the mediocre new Black Sabbath album.

But before I get to that let me tell you about Blood Ceremony, who opened for Kylesa.  They sounded like Sabbath but with a flute playing front-woman who dressed in typical, Satanic cult garb.  It seemed like the only things she sang about were Satanism and witchcraft.  Which, leads me to my next point.  Where does Sabbath stand in 2013 among all of these stoner, doom and sludge metal bands?

Look, it doesn’t take a rockologist to know that these reunions are a pile of bullshit.  The first Black Sabbath album was released in 1970.  The world was a different place; nobody had heard anything quite like that first album.  In fact I was chatting with the gentleman at the Corner Record Shop and he told me that it really stood apart from Iron Butterfly, Blue Cheer and Led Zeppelin.  People really believed that Ozzy Osbourne, Toni Iommi, Geezer Butler and Bill Ward were card carrying occultists who drank goat blood and worshiped at the altar.  Or maybe that’s how they were perceived in conservative old Grand Rapids.

But back to this reunion thing.  Bands have a right to make money off their legacy however they should limit it to a tour and then kill it.  Why try to recreate the past?  And, for that matter, it’s not even a full reunion!  I was disappointed when I read that Ward wouldn’t be participating.  He plays in an atypical jazzy style where he struggles to stay in standard 4/4 time.  Brad Wilk, on the other hand, is just a rock drummer.  They could have gotten anybody and it wouldn’t have mattered.

But the bottom line is that Black Sabbath attempt to recreate the sound and vibe of their first four albums to a fault.  It seems as though the group surveyed their early catalog and found specific songs to replicate.  While most don’t go exactly by the numbers, opening track “The End of the Beginning” and third song “Loner” are musical sequels to “Black Sabbath” and “Planet Caravan.”  The former follows the structure of “Black Sabbath” to a t.  It starts with slow, doomy, heavy chords.  Then said melody is played on the root notes.  Then the song builds up and the headbanging part comes in with the only departure being that the song doesn’t end but detours into another part.  But it also starts the album with a question.  The opening line in “Black Sabbath” is “what is this that stands before me?”  The opening line in “The End of the Beginning” is “is this the end or the beginning?”  Yeah.

“Loner”, on the other hand, is “Planet Caravan” style acoustic, hippie, bongo drum music and attempts to combine the lyrical themes of both “Planet Caravan” and another Sabbath softy called “Solitude.”  Ozzy even sings through that weird, quivering bong water effect from the original “Caravan.”  Yikes.

But elsewhere you’ve just got a lot of slow, heavy, down-tuned songs, the very type you’ve heard countless times on Sabbath albums and by countless other bands.  Yes, Ozzy has a unique voice, Iommi plays occasionally solid riffs and Butler moves his fingers all over the neck of his bass to created that whirling sound.  So I’ll give them that.  There are parts of 13 which are solid and heavy.  But so what?  A few of these songs are just way too long!  Why does “God Is Dead?” have to go on for nine minutes when all they do is repeat the same parts over and over?  Also, two songs – forgot which – have stupid “funky” parts, sorta like you’d find on a Rage Against The Machine record, in other words, not good!  Furthermore Ozzy really hams it up and, sadly, sounds a little stupid when he’s deliberately singing every song very slowly decades after performing on the much more uptempo material of his solo career.

But one thing that hasn’t changed is that the lyrics are really dumb, combining a melodramatic delivery, stupid cliches and bad rhyme schemes often at the same time!  The most egregious example I can think of at the top of my head is this line from “God Is Dead?”, which goes “Out of the gloom I rise up from my tomb into impending doom.”  That’s pretty terrible, isn’t it?  They’re mostly like that!  And this is 2013!  We forgave Sabbath for the clunky lyrics and overly earnest approach on songs like “War Pigs”, “Iron Man”, “Electric Funeral” and “Sweet Leaf” because they were young guys thinking that they were making serious statements!  But now that younger bands like Electric Wizard and Uncle Acid And The Deadbeats are singing cult, Satanic and witchcraft themed songs in a fun way, Sabbath’s philosophical musings on God, Satan, death and the apocalypse make them seem like old, out of touch, buffoons.

Black Shampoo (1976)

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We must live in a more repressed time than the one in which Black Shampoo was made.  It must have been common practice to bang some trashy middle aged woman – reverse cowgirl style – while her children watch from within their swimming pool.  Also the two daughters are naked after having stripped for and mounted the movie’s main character before their mother shooed them off so she could have him for herself.

Black Shampoo – from director Greydon Clark, who would later be responsible for such classics as Satan’s Cheerleaders and Skinheads: The Second Coming of Hate – is not your typical blaxploitation film.  I mean, it has the genre’s main elements; gratuitous sex and violence, a bad-ass leading character who casually bangs a lot of different women, mustachioed thugs who cause needless violence to get what they want and a love interest that develops over the course of a montage.  However, it’s those lapses in good taste – not that this genre really has much – and surreal situations that made me *almost* give Black Shampoo my first four out of four (don’t ask why my album reviews are out of five and movies out of four, just don’t).

First of all, the movie’s “bad ass” main character Mr. Jonathan (John Daniels) operates a hair salon where he meets the “special needs” of the female clientele.  In fact the opening credit sequence has him shampooing some woman’s hair before she blows him and says something like, “wow, it’s so big!” or something like that.  Mr. Jonathan’s male assistants are two flamboyant gay guys; the white one is slightly wimpier than the black one.  No, it’s not politically correct!  Fuck that!  Yes, the portrayal of the two gay characters is purely based on stereotype.  I don’t know if the actors are actually gay but they don’t seem to be faking those feminine poses.

The loose plot is revealed when three thugs visit the salon and threaten Brenda (Tanya Boyd), the receptionist.  Mr. Jonathan goes into action.  That’s pretty much it.  The sex scenes don’t even come close to erotic.  Don’t get me wrong; the women have good figures, especially Tanya Boyd.  But the act is either scored by hilariously bad 70s soft jams, overacted (OHHH, OHHHH, OH MY GOD) or just plain gross – I did not need to see that open-mouth tongue kissing.  Mind you, these things made the movie amusing so I’m counting them as positive.  One sex scene borders on rape and that’s done by the movie’s hero!  But, I’m gonna save the kicker for the next paragraph.

The barbecue chicken cookout scene.  If I was trying to impress you with my incredibly cultured film taste, I’d compare it to a scene in a Fellini film.  But, let’s just say the cookout took place on a ranch, had a naked woman casually walking around, a ballerina who dances for nobody, a partially naked woman who has holes cut out of her shirt so she can show off her huge breasts, over the top, flamboyant queers and Mr. Jonathan wearing a cowboy hat.  The scene is completely unnecessary and exploitative but I suppose that’s the point.  Also ::spoiler:: there is a scene where a thug shoves a hair curler up the ass of one of the gay hairdressers.

The score is also something else.  Aside from the customary “wicka-wicka” funk music, there is a strange moog playing at times and a salon trashing sequence set to looney tunes music.

And while all of this would seem worthwhile, let’s face it.  The lead actor is completely wooden; sure he’s supposed to be “cool” but he almost exudes no emotion at all except when he rapes a woman as a way of coping with being let down by his true love.  Also the only action we see in the first 70 minutes is Mr. Jonathan punching someone in the face and kicking someone in the balls.  In the trailer it looks exciting but it’s surrounded by no other action.  And the climactic chase scene – involving a motorized weapon, which I won’t reveal – seems to go on for too long, as if they were padding for time.

However, I’m still gonna recommend it because of the film’s ridiculously violent payoff at the end!

Chrome – Half Machine from the Sun: The Lost Tracks from ’79 – ’80

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When Helios Creed announced on his Facebook page that he was compiling tracks for a new Chrome release, containing “lost” material from the Half Machine Lip Moves and Red Exposure eras, I was pretty stoked.  So don’t expect the most objective review of the new Chrome release.  I’m a pretty big fan of Chrome and Helios Creed so, as long as he keeps doing what he does, chances are pretty good I’ll be satisfied with it.

What is it that he does you ask?  Acid/space guitar wiz Helios Creed joined Damon Edge in Chrome after the release of the first Chrome album, The Visitation, in 1977.  He played on the group’s next five albums – all considered classics by fans – before starting a solo career under which he released a whole lot more albums.  Damon Edge also released a bunch of albums under the Chrome name, but unlike Helios Creed’s, they apparently weren’t very good (DON’T SAY IT!  I HAVEN’T HEARD ANY POST CREED CHROME ALBUMS!!!)  Then, in 1995, Damon Edge passed away and Helios Creed decided to keep Chrome alive and began releasing albums as Chrome AND Helios Creed.  Personally I think Helios Creed and latter day Chrome albums are pretty much interchangeable.  But I have a feeling Helios Creed would disagree with that.

Half Machine from the Sun is a 73 minute long collection of  18 unreleased songs/pieces/compositions from 1979 and 1980.  I’m listening to a download so I can’t give any further insight – at least until the double LP comes in the mail – so all I’m gonna do is tell you what I think of these tunes.  As expected from an outtakes collection, you’re likely to have a few great songs, a few okay tunes and some incomplete sketches.

First let’s discuss the good stuff.  Actually there are quite a few so I’m going to try to keep from describing each one individually.  “Anything”, “Salt”, “Tomorrow Yesterday”, “Sound and Light”, “Fuckishima (Nagasiki)” and “Something Rhythmic (I Can’t Wait)” are typical of what to expect from Chrome.  Each song has a basic three chord riff which is played through tons of effects pedals combined with random noises – some which provide a hook! – and processed vocals. Most of the tunes rock along to a driving mid to slightly above mid tempo.  “Fukishima (Nagasaki)” is an example of the latter, a punk rock song with rewind noise and incomprehensible distorted voices for vocals, and “Something Rhythmic (I Can’t Wait)” has a pop hook.  Although it’s catchy it seems to go on too long since it only has a verse and a chorus.  Actually most Chrome/Helios Creed songs are pretty simple composition with one or two parts that seem to just keep repeating over and over.  The stronger the riff/hook, the more you want to hear it driven into the ground.  This applies to “The Inevitable”, a slow and sludgy song which is very catchy yet sounds more like a Helios Creed song than a Chrome song and “Ghost” which is also sludgy and sounds like a Helios Creed song but not as good.

Other songs I’m going to describe: “Charlies Little Problem”, has no guitar, just piano, tribal percussion and a trash can lid being hit over and over.  “Autobahn Brazil” has a sexy Latin beat, samples and spacey noises; it kind of sounds like a Hawkwind slow jam.  “Moog Piece”, as the title implies, is just a jam on moog synths; they create some neat sounds but it’s still far from being a complete song.  “Sunset” has a pretty bass melody, some noises and above all an atypical, non 4/4 beat.  Maybe it’s 5/4, I dunno!  “Looking for your Door” has a dance beat!  It sounds like Public Image Ltd. in outer space!  I can’t say for sure but it seems that Edge and Creed just might have been listening to Metal Box prior to making this song.  I mean, just the beat sounds like it comes from a PiL song!  “The Rain” sounds like new wavey/goth pop, perhaps something like Wire would have done.  It’s a bit too long at 6 minutes but it’s fun and neat hearing Helios Creed sing actual lyrics that I can understand!

Half Machine form the Sun has 11 or 12 good to great songs and a few neat experiments on it but the entire thing is an entertaining listen straight through.  If a song isn’t spot on, at least there are weird noises to listen to.  Ultimately, even if you’ve never heard Chrome before, you might still want to give this album a listen; it’s a win for the fans but not a bad introduction either.

The Explosive Generation (1960)

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Do not be duped by the film’s sensationalistic title or advert.  I was really sitting on the fence about The Explosive Generation.  It has everything to hate about message movies; it’s heavy handed, obvious and sentimental.  But, what annoys me most about the film is that the first conclusion – there are two and I’ll spoil both – completely undermines the entire purpose with a HUGE plot hole.

It is only worth watching to see a dapper, charismatic William Shatner in an early role.  He does a great job portraying the understanding, liberal teacher who is up against an antiquated school system which is focused on the “children should be seen and not heard” mentality.

Let me start with the plot.  After an alcohol fueled celebration, a group of kids wakes up with the events of the night before made not quite clear.  During the course of the film, it’s implied that all four main teens had sex – in their respective couples, not an orgy unfortunately.  The film is from 1960 so, when the film insinuates sex, it’s so subtle that I thought the whole “we spent the whole night together” thing meant, “we had sex” and I’ll get to that.

So, the next day, in class, during a “bull session”, the teacher, Mr. Gifford (Shatner) asks what the kids are *really* interested in.  The main girl Janet says, “sex” and expands that she wants to discuss why girls have to put out so guys will like them and why guys have to “get some” in order to be cool.  At first I thought, “hey!  That’s topical AND relevant!  Maybe this movie is going places!”  But OOOH NO!  Then, it all goes to hell…

I forgot how, but word gets out that the teens might have had sex and that, through the discussion Gifford might have encouraged this and then the parents and kids go into a “they might have had sex” tizzy with copious amounts of melodrama.  The question of “what are we going to do now that THIS happened?” is asked a whole bunch of times.  The answer of course is have more sex but I didn’t write this piece of crap.

Then, all of a sudden, the entire plot changes from “oh my god, did they have sex???” to “Mr. Gifford is going to be fired and we need to save his job!”  And for the next 40 or so minutes, the kids use their wit and resources to protest on the behalf of their teacher.  They save his job and send the message that the youth are the future and you need to fight for what you believe in.

But, the thing that annoyed me the most is that it’s also revealed that the kids NEVER EVEN had sex!  So, then why all the secrecy and controversy in the first place?  Why go through all of that if nothing actually happened?  The little “revelation” Janet makes to her mom – complete with “we’re waiting to get married” – leaves a gaping crater in the plot that made the previous 80 minutes a complete waste of time.

The one bright spot is the single father who is a likeable insurance salesman and lets his kid do anything he wants.  He only “gets tough” when other parents get involved and gives his son the car keys back in order to placate his being upset over the teacher.  Furthermore, upon leaving class to talk to the dad, the teens catch him at home “in the act” with some random lady.  Oh youth.

The Choppers (1961)

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Here is the film debut from Arch Hall, Jr., the helium voiced, pug nosed midget, who would not have had a career if his father didn’t produce his films.  At least in The Choppers, Arch Hall Sr. doesn’t hide behind a pseudonym when crediting himself as writer/producer.  But I guess Arch Hall Jr. has become aware of his cult appeal since he blatantly says it on his official website.

The Choppers is a juvenile delinquent film, in which a group of car strippers called – you guessed it – the Choppers drives around in a truck loaded with chicken cages, finds an unoccupied car on the side of the road, and strips it for all its valuable items.  The gang consists of underage criminal masterminds, each with his own technique and goofy nick name.  One guy is the muscles, one is the wise ass, one is the tech guy, one is something else, and one is Arch Hall Jr., who is the lookout of the group, driving around in his little dune buggy, making sure the coast is clear.  They pull one caper after another until their chicken truck leaves behind a feather of evidence (hahhahha!), and the movie ends in a ridiculous shoot-out, sending the message that “kids, crime doesn’t pay.”

Unlike in Wild Guitar, Hall is a brunette, and his hair is gelled to the extreme.  The Choppers is completely silly and unbelievable, yet totally fun. First of all, I can only imagine that car people will get a kick out of it just from looking at the crew dismantle classic vehicles like pros.  Secondly, it’s only 56 minutes long, which, in today’s cinematic world, would disqualify it as a feature length film, so you have no time to get bored.

Of course, there are some problems, like the useless side characters; the old hillbilly intended to add comic relief is just lame. There’s also a side story involving Arch Hall Jr.’s girlfriend or something. It seems her only function is to be eye candy. Then again, you can say that about the other two female characters as well.

Arch Hall Jr. wouldn’t be bad in the juvenile delinquent role considering his, shall we say, unconventional look, but his voice is so damn high! On the other hand, Arch Hall Sr. does a decent enough job as the no-nonsense reporter and film narrator.  The other kids in the gang, though, man… most of them act like teens, but the brawny tough guy in a leather jacket looks like he’s 40, and one of the kids clenches his teeth the entire time as he talks like a 1930s gangster for no particular reason.

I do plan on reading the lengthy bio on the website so if any other interesting tidbits from this or any of his other films – all of which I plan on watching – surface, I’ll most definitely let ya know!

Lemmy: the early years

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Look, I’m obsessed with the man.  I went to the Rainbow in L.A. in hopes of meeting him.  I became a huge Motorhead fan a long time ago and, when I did, my college friends thought it was some sort of elaborate joke.  They thought I was trying to be funny by buying one of their releases after another.  “I don’t get it, dude.  All their albums sound the same!  And, like they wear leather jackets and bullet belts and like, they sing about rockin’ and rollin’ and like….” you get the idea.  I mean, I get it.  Lemmy isn’t the most eloquent lyric writer and Motorhead albums do all sound the same.  But, thankfully hard rock and hairy motorcycle culture has sort of come full circle as actually kind of cool again – at least in Detroit ;).

But, through it all, I learned that Lemmy is just a really cool guy!  He came of age with rock ‘n’ roll, having learned to play the guitar in 1960, at age 14, when he saw rock ‘n’ roll performers with women pining for them on TV.  He saw John Lennon kick the crap out of hecklers at the Cavern club in 1962!  How cool is that?

He was in the Rainmakers, the Motown Sect, the Rockin’ Vickers, Sam Gopal, Opal Butterfly and finally Hawkwind before he embarked on Motorhead.  He also dealt acid to Jimmy Hendrix.  So how can anyone knock the man?

Yeah, so I try to get all his stuff.  I didn’t review The Headcat because it kinda doesn’t fit the theme of the blog but, so, here we go, Lemmy’s early discography.

The Rockin’ Vickers – The Complete: It’s Alright! – RPM – 1999

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The Rockin’ Vickers were together from 1963 to 1967.  The original lineup consisted of Harry Feeney on vocals, Ian Holbrook on guitar, Steven “Mogsy” Morris on bass and Cyril “Ciggy” Shaw on drums.  On the wiki page it lists Nicholas Gibbons as a second guitarist around the time Ian Holbrook was in the band but that’s not in the liner notes so I don’t know what that’s all about.  Ian “Lemmy Kilmister” Willis replaced Ian Holbrook (and apparently Gibbons) on guitar in 1965.  The band only released four singles, most of which, consisted of covers and Lemmy doesn’t even play on the first one.  So, it’s safe to say that, if Lemmy wasn’t on the compilation, The Complete: It’s Alright, I probably wouldn’t have much interest in it.

No, that’s a lie.  It’s old and the group was under Shel Talmy so I guess I would still probably check it out.  But yeah, it is cool seeing Lemmy wearing his old, mod clothes or that silly vicar outfit.  Now, a vicar is a clergyman.  And one could reason the group decided to just pronounce this phonetically.  But, according to the urban dictionary, “vickers” is also slang for “cock” as in, “I showed your mum my vickers”, ohhh boy…

The Complete: It’s Alright contains fourteen tunes, the first eight of which are from the group’s four singles.  The rest are outtakes.  And well, let’s see, these aren’t hard edge mod rock songs like the Who, Creation or Kinks on “You Really Got Me.”  The songs bounce around from energetic 12-bar beat songs – you know “I Saw Her Standing there” – cutesy croony ballads and mid 60s pop/rock.  I lied though, they do “It’s Alright”, a complete rip off of “Anyway, Anyhow, Anywhere” or, an interpolation or something.  And yeah, after the first two songs – Neil Sedaka’s “I Go Ape” and the bouncy “Someone Like You” – the guitar tone gets a bit tougher and more garagey.

I’m kinda confused by this reissue.  It lists “Stay By Me” and “I Don’t Need Your Kind” as credited to “Orbit music.”  Who is “Orbit Music”?  That’s the writer of the song?  As far as the credits say, the only originals on here are the ballad “Stella” and “I Just Stand There”, the former by Nicholas Gibbons and the latter by Cyril Shaw.  Otherwise the songs include  the mod/pop of “Zing! Went the Strings of My Heart””, the Kinks’ “Dandy”, rock ‘n’ roll standards “Say Mama”and “Shake Rattle and Roll”, really lightweight pop song “What’s the Matter with Jane” and an “in house” Ray Davies number called “Little Rosy.”

Is that Lemmy singing on “Little Rosy” behind that little, cute keyboard thing?  That’s funny!  I mean, I think it’s Lemmy!  It sure doesn’t sound like the other guy who just kinda sings in a normallish, non-distinct style.

In conclusion, I don’t have much to add about this CD.  It’s 32 minutes and has fun catchy tunes but, ultimately I prefer the original “Dandy” anyway.  “Someone Like You” is really fun though.  But otherwise it’s more of novelty and a curiosity than anything else.  Speaking of which…

Sam Gopal – Escalator – Stable – 1969

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Acid.  And so Ian “Lemmy” Willis joined Sam Gopal, a Malaysian tabla percussionist who moved to London in 1962, aware that British pop groups were usurping Indian sounds.  If you must know, the other two guys in the band were Roger D’Elia on guitar and Phil Duke on bass.  The band formed in 1967 after Gopal had formed and disbanded a bunch of other groups who performed on the same stage as all the other psychedelic bands in all the other psychedelic clubs in London.

For those who are unaware, tabla percussion are those hand drums you hear on “Love You To.”  Got it?  Even though the group is named Sam Gopal, guitarist/singer Ian “Lemmy” Willis, as he was credited on the LP, is the actual star based on the fact that he wrote all the original tunes – apparently in a single night.  I don’t know how true that is and, when I look at the CD reissue, the credits actually list all the members on a number of tunes.  I don’t know or care really.  They also cover “Season of the Witch” and “Back Door Man”, which wasn’t on the original but released as a single.  Also “Angry Faces” is credited to Alan Davidson, whoever that is.

The music: Psychedelic!  That’ it!  I mean, the entire thing is one big whirl of acid-trippy nonsense!  It’s a fun record for sure and either Lemmy, Roger D’Elia or both just constantly play wah-wah solos through-out as Lemmy moans the lyrics in his patented hoarse, thick British voice.  I mean, he wrote every song in one evening, so I don’t think the lyrics have any deep meaning at all.  It really is all psychedelic gibberish.  But it’s DARK psychedelic gibberish!  Some titles of interest include “Cold Embrace”, “The Dark Lord”, “The Sky Is Burning”, “You’re Alone Now” and “Angry Faces.”  Songs which don’t have dark titles but are still weird include “Horse”, “Grass”, “Escalator”,”Yesterlove” and “Midsummer Night’s Dream.”  And I guess the title “It’s Only Love” could have come from any band.

Some songs have prettier melodies, some have blues licks, some are more distorted than others and some are a bit louder and wilder but overall, the whole album has a druggy vibe.  And the drums on all but one song are done with tabla so most of the album makes you feel like sitting and just tripping out.  “It’s Only Love”, as mellow as it is, is one of the standouts.  “Midsummer Night’s Dream” is the only song that rocks; albeit in a druggy way but still has an actual drum kit propelling the tune.  The acoustic melody in “Yesterlove” sounds exactly like the start of “Stairway to Heaven”; I’m not gonna draw any conclusions from this!  “You’re Alone Now” sounds like the beginnings of both Lemmy’s Hawkwind tune “The Watcher” and Motorhead classic “Stone Dead Forever” both lyrically and musically.  The “Back Door Man” cover is pretty faithful.

But I know what you really want to know!  And the answer is; you gotta hear it!  Sam Gopal strip away all of the prettiness and sublimity from the original “Season of the Witch” and rumble through it with a heavy bass part, unsubtle, basic chords and some broad shrieking the “must be the season of the witch!”  I don’t think I need to describe the difference between the voices of Donovan and Lemmy.

And to conclude this piece, here are some lyrics chosen at random from the Escalator LP:

“Black wings across the sky bring the night fall/ winds wind around the stars, black riders call”

“The sky is burning, red and gold, the clouds are sweeping clean/ my thoughts returning to time when there was only youth”

“Can you see me in the glass/ Can you touch me as a I pass/You’re the one who wanted to be on your own/ and all the faces around you have turned to stone”

“Time goes by and I can see all the things I want to be/when I open wide my eyes, they tell me no lies/and I can feel it, the spring unwinding in my head/and if you think you like me livin’ baby, you’re gonna love me when I’m dead!”

Thank you, goodnight!

Wild Guitar (1962)

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When I put on Wild Guitar, the first thing I looked for was the credits to say, “Produced by Arch Hall Sr.”  As it turns out, writer/producer Nicholas Merriweather IS the senior Arch Hall!!!  I first saw Arch Hall Jr. performing musical numbers in Eegah!, where, with only a single acoustic guitar, he managed to produce the sound of a full band with backup singers as he sang about some girl named Vicki.

Of course, we all thought, who is this “Vicki”?  Is this some sort of joke?  The girl in Eegah! isn’t named “Vicki”!  Well, friends, the mystery is solved with Wild Guitar!

Armed with a troll-like face and a pompadour from hell, Buddy Eagle (Hall Jr.) heads to Los Angeles from South Dakota on his hog, which is strangely never seen again, and becomes a big time star.  And thanks to his talent and charisma, he does so in less than 15 minutes, before which he meets his sweetheart Vicki (!!!) (Nancy Czar).  And let me tell you; they are a perfect match as she is no beauty herself!

After Eagle makes his TV debut, Michael McCaulley (Arch Hall Sr.) becomes the sleazy, dictatorial manager, forcing poor Buddy Eagle to choose between his gal and playing his old, beat up acoustic guitar.  But Eagle starts to suspect something’s not totally kosher with their deal when McCaulley begins raking in the dough, and Eagle doesn’t.

Wild Guitar is a pretty standard film about a young star rising to fame and all the troubles and tribulations that come with it. But, come on, now.  The fun of watching the movie comes from watching Arch Hall Jr. hem and haw through every line, play hilarious musical numbers, and attempt to be a teen heart throb.

Now, I didn’t live back then, so I can’t say what the ladies’ tastes were, but it’s obvious that Arch Hall Jr. is no Elvis or Frankie Avalon. He’s just a clumsy looking, awkward no talent, who had his dad cast in the film.  I don’t care about such things; I’m all for nepotism in Hollywood in films, especially when it leads to casting your poor son, who, for all I know, might not have even wanted to step 1,000 feet in front of a camera, but hey!

On the other hand, for what it’s worth, Arch Hall Sr. portrays the typical, sleazy, cigar chomping manager from the era with great ease.  There are a few extra characters; a brother of some sort,  three goofy, non-threatening thugs, and my favorite of the bunch, a REALLY creepy looking “strong arm” thug, who is actually really skinny and not strong, named Steak (Cash Flagg)…

Hold it!  That guy, Cash Flagg, is actually Ray Dennis Steckler, who is the film’s director and master auteur behind The Incredibly Strange Creatures Who Stopped Living and Became Mixed-Up Zombies!

Oh and the musical numbers are surprisingly catchy.  They recycle “Vicki” from Eegah!, but the other one, the one he plays on the TV, is actually pretty good!  Didja know Arch Hall Jr. has an entire CD called Wild Guitar, that contains all of his recorded work?  The thrills just never stop!

The Hot Angel (1958)

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I don’t have too much to say about The Hot Angel.  It’s certainly not a biker film and only barely touches the juvenile delinquent category.  At 72 minutes it’s short enough and passable but to be sure it’s very wholesome and not mean spirited.  Some of the lines include “nobody chooses to be a hero” and “if you have your head in the right place and look to the man upstairs” and crap like that.

The plot concerns a Korean war flyer named Chuck (Ed Kemmer) and plans to take a job flying over fields and scoping out uranium – I didn’t quite pay attention to that part.  His buddy that he served with died and that guy’s younger brother Joe (Mason Alan Dinehart) got involved with some local nogoodniks who’s crimes include stealing hubcaps and playing chicken on their hogs.  Chuck convinces Joe that flying is more honorable than riding around committing crimes and this doesn’t fly with the old gang.  But there are also some double dealings as one of the gang members and his dad are double dealing in the uranium biz or something.

Then a bunch of improbable stuff happens involving locking people in a shed and some creepy guy who tries to rape Joe’s main squeeze, blonde bombshell Mandy (Jackie Loughery) and some knives are pulled and some punches are thrown but the main thing in the movie involves flying airplanes into deep canyons and crap.  This review sucks.  It’s my third today.  Sorry.

Oh, you know what!  Let’s talk about iron crosses!  You see, a lot of people are intimidated by them.  They are essentially a neutral symbol.  Bikers use them to look tough.  Flyers use them as medals of honor.  And, yeah, the Germans used them during WWII.  But they’re okay and pretty neat looking.