'Tea And Crumpets' Rock
Among people who don't want to have an 'obvious' choice like The
Beatles or The Rolling Stones, but who also don't want to come across
as pretentious jerks in their selection, The Kinks have become a very
common and a rather understandable alternative answer to the question,
"Who is your favorite band of all time?" To say these guys were
neglected by mainstream culture for years is to say nothing; their best
albums sold horribly on initial release, and for a very long time they
essentially went down in history (to the average person) as a two-hit
wonder (You Really Got Me in 1963, Lola in 1971). Eventually, though,
history ended up being pretty kind to the group, recognizing that they
helped create both hard rock and Brit-pop (within a short time of one
another), as well as that the number of bands that can claim The Kinks
amongst their influences is through the roof. The band wasn't
immaculately consistent at its peak, and the band could've split around
1972 with no major negative impact on the music world at large, but the
band's best songs have to be considered among the peaks of rock and pop
music as a whole.
One of the most important factors contributing both to the band's lack
of commercial success in the 60's and to its deserved accolades decades
later is the defiant timelessness of the band's classic style. Few
bands ignored mainstream psychedelia (aside from one or two lapses in judgement) quite like these guys did in the
late 60's, and nobody did a better job of ignoring and defying 20th
century "progress" than these guys did. Ray Davies would have been
perfectly happy living 100 years earlier than he did, and made sure
that the listener knew it very well; he loved to incorporate
traditional music hall styles into his songs, and his lyrical topics
screamed out OLD SCHOOL BRITISH as loud as could possibly be. This was
not music for the young and rebellious and the people rock music was
supposed to be targeting; one of the band's best albums was a concept
piece about nostalgia, for heaven's sake. Nah, this is music for people
who are, at least on some level, aged beyond their years, and for whom
getting old is not necessarily a bad thing. Yet as intriguing and close
to unique as this style may have been, it would have been largely
wasted if it weren't for so many AWESOME melodies and riffs as Ray was
able to come with in his prime. They tend to be simple and direct, just
as the lyrics tend to be, but they very often tend to be simple in a
way that suggests a musical genius at work (though fairly often the
simplicity isn't close to as impressive as it is when Ray is at his
peak).
So that's the upside of the band. Unfortunately, the band had a pretty
large set of downsides, which I prefer not to dwell on excessively but
nonetheless are kinda hard to ignore. Unlike The Beatles and Rolling
Stones, the band didn't have multiple great songwriters at its
disposal; Ray Davies was undoubtedly a songwriting genius, but he was
only one, and the few contributions of his brother Dave, however nice
they might have been at times (Death of a Clown was probably the peak)
hardly qualify him for the "great songwriter" title. Unlike The Who,
they didn't have multiple powerful creative forces at work against each
other; the band was always, in essence, the Davies and extras (however
useful they might have been at times), and that helped exacerbate the
problem of having only one great songwriter.
Partially as a consequence of those two factors, the band's output was
spotty at best for the last, oh, twenty years of its career, with two
or three (or so) good songs per album and a bunch of generic mediocre
bleh otherwise. People like to say that the same problem exists with
the Stones post-Exile, but ehn, Tattoo You is one of my favorite albums
ever, and albums like Black and Blue and Some Girls sound
unabashedly great to me. Nah, Davies just mostly lost it after '72 or
so, and never really got it back, except for a very mild resurgence in
the late 70's and early 80's.
Still, the band's post-peak failings shouldn't and can't obscure the
band's one-time greatness. The band never made what my ears would
consider a "perfect" album, largely because of the issues mentioned
above, and the band had a habit of not putting all its best songs on
its albums (there are a lot of great bonus tracks on the reissues of
their albums) that I consider a little annoying, but it's as deserving
of a **** rating as just about any other band on my site. About half of
the band's discography can be discarded with little pain (especially
the Preservation etc. albums in the mid 70's, not to mention the bland
80's stuff), but the band's best work is absolutely essential.
What do you think of The Kinks?
Yankees92352@aol.com (04/10/07)
Excluding the super groups, Beatles, Stones, Zep, and the Who, the
Kinks are the greatest rock band from that, or any other era. Along
with Wishbone Ash and dada, The Kinks remain one of my all time
favorites. Ray was the songwriting equal of Pete Townsend, and the
band had so many underrated classics like Sleepwalker, Soap Opera,
and Schoolboys in Disgrace. I saw them in Memphis 1980 and it was a
highlight of my concert career. And I've seen everybody from 1968-83.
Let's put this great band where they belong....right at the rock top.
Best song: You Really Got Me
With the one obvious exception, the originals (and there are a
surprising number of them) aren't interesting either. The brief
instrumental Revenge is so primitive that I actually find it kinda cute
and endearing, and Stop Your Sobbing is a decent stab at sounding like
the Fab Four, but the other three lesser tracks just ooze awkwardness.
Fortunately for all, though, there is the classic, the song that would
have ensured (at the least) the band a place in rock history among the
greatest one-hit wonders of all time (alongside The Seeds, The
Kingsmen and other Nuggets greats). You Really Got Me may or may not
have invented the concept of heavy rock with its devastating five-note
riff (and accidentally awesome guitar tone), but there's no denying
that it's one of the greatest songs of the early 60's, one of the
greatest songs of the band's career and a classic that sounds rough and
powerful many decades after initial release. And don't forget that
solo, a glorious burst of sloppy (in a good way) enthusiasm that
probably inspired a legion of punk rockers more than a decade later.
(As an aside, I must confess that, for the longest time, I thought the line,
"You've got me so I can't sleep at night," was actually "You've got me
so I can't see that knife," which led me to think that the song was
about a woman having a guy under her control so much that she was in a
position to kill him. Silly me.)
Unfortunately, that song's all that can be seriously recommended from
the original release of the album. I actually have the expanded
version, with multiple bonus tracks; some of these will be covered in
my review of Kinksize/Kinkdom, and of the rest, the major standout is
the Got Me clone, All Day and All of the Night, which rules at least
90% as much as its predecessor. Funny how the band sounded so awesome
when doing one specific type of song and so ... not awesome otherwise.
Anyway, of the other non-Kinkdom bonus tracks, the alternate cover of
Too Much Monkey Business is moderately recommendable, but otherwise,
meh. Just get the best songs on a compilation somewhere, and ignore the
rest, bonus tracks or no.
Best song: Tired Of Waiting For You
Not surprisingly, the songs that sound best are the ones where Ray
sounds the most self-assured as a songwriter, meaning that he's not
blatantly using other artists (and popular styles) of the day as a
blatant crutch. Well, ok, the 'softer' guitar lines of Tired of Waiting
for You sound a little Byrds-ish (while Dave pounds out his rougher
chords with glee), but the melody is totally unlike anything else I've
heard from that period, and Ray's singing and lyrics run the gamut of
emotions of a cheated lover so effectively that it becomes much easier
to understand how he'd be able to make the big jump within just a
couple of years' time. Something Better Beginning is also quite nice,
with some nice shaky (in a good way) vocals and a deep echoing
production (with guitars that sound like they'd be perfectly at home
with the harpsichords that would have filled this song had it been
written two years later) that complements a melody that's full of
twists and resolutions that most songwriters (including Davies himself
on the rest of this album) would have killed for.
Unfortunately, while none of the other originals suck, none of them are
even close to the two highlights. The opening Look for me Baby is an
awkward R&B number that sounds a bit too much like an average track on
Kinks, and the multiple Rays singing in the background aren't very
impressive, but at the same time, it feels much more developed than the
average track from that album. Dave does a surprisingly acceptable job
of singing a few up-tempo numbers, especially in Got My Feet on the
Ground, a fun piece of boogie rock. The rest of the tracks basically
fall into the "average pop ballad" category, meaning they're nice when
on and completely out-of-mind when the album's done.
This album, especially in the context of its predecessor, presents The
Kinks as a giant enigma. Obviously Ray could write very, VERY good
songs ... so why weren't there more of them by this point? Were The
Kinks a mediocre band capable of pulling out a totally solid number
only about one time in five, or were they a great band in embryo that
just needed some time and patience to fully develop? Obviously you can
guess my answer, but based on just these first two albums alone, it's
still a bit of a puzzle. Of course, the bonus tracks on this CD give a
strong hint, as mentioned in the next review...
Best song: See My Friends or I'm Not Like Everybody Else
This collection doesn't start off very well, truth be told. The opening
Who'll be the Next in Line is a better attempt at generic up-tempo 60's
pop rock than similar attempts on Kinda Kinks, but that's not saying a
whole lot; the band's cover of Louie Louie is shockingly bland and
uninteresting (in theory, no band should have been able to do a better
version of this song than You Really Got Me-era Kinks, but this version
is as stiff and uninspiring as can be); I've Got That Feeling is
pleasant and decently written but unnecessary; and Everybody's Gonna be
Happy is only particularly interesting in the unusual way Ray sings,
"Iiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiii know, Iiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiii know." Starting
in track five, though, the band stops sounding like a weak mix of
other, better bands of the day, and starts sounding like a band that
can actually mark out its own identity (and do it decently well). Two
tracks (I Gotta Go Now, Things are Getting Better) that were found
amongst the Kinks bonus tracks are as primitive as I'd expect
(especially lyrically), but they also have a delightful bit of whimsy
and fun in the vocal harmonies, so that's at least something.
The next eight tracks, then, are so much better than the bulk of Kinda
Kinks that it's hilarious. The most infamous highlight of these is See
My Friends, where Ray goes all out in trying to replicate an Indian
sound in both his singing and in the guitar playing (no sitar here, but
it sure sounds like one), which would probably make him the first
person in British pop music to have done so unless somebody can come up
with some obscure example to prove me wrong. I like all of the rest of
these tracks as well, but the standouts for me would have to be Well
Respected Man (the first of Ray's many, many character sketches, and
one that fittingly describes somebody whose life isn't quite as great
as it looks on the surface), I Need You (another rewrite of You Really
Got Me, but which sounds absolutely pummeling) and Set Me Free (which
merges power chords with emotive balladry in a delightful way that
probably would have sucked had it been written twenty years later but
which sounds like blissful in this 60's context). And, well, the others
from this group are nice too.
The two Kontroversy tracks are a lot fun, and (surprise) are better
than the album they accompany (both could have gone very well on Face
to Face). Dedicated Follower of Fashion is a fun sketch of a guy who
dresses way too well to be fully straight, and Sitting On My Sofa does
stoned proto-pyschedelia as well as any band could have in 1965. And
finally, the album ends on a very high point with the lone Face to Face
representative, a track that captures the alienation, self-hatred and
nihilism of classic punk as well as any track I've heard from the mid-60's. I'm
Not Like Everybody Else has arguably the best angry delivery (from
Dave, no less; at last, he got some control of his voice) in the whole
Kinks catalogue, and the way it builds into a melodic, yet convincing
screaming fit in the chorus (before quickly shifting back into quiet at
the end of each iteration) is something amazing to behold.
I guess what I like most about this collection is that it gives me a
chance to hear the band evolve over the course of roughly half an hour
from tolerably average to a band on the cusp of greatness. The fact
that these tracks are only available as bonuses to (on the whole)
mediocre albums is a bit obnoxious, but if you like 60's Kinks, you
simply must collect these tracks in any way you can.
Michael Easton (michaeleaston10@gmail.com) (04/10/07)
Hi. First comment here.
I don't have the album, so I can't comment on that. However, I have
been to a few Ray Davies concerts in my life and he has always opened
with 'I'm Not Like Everybody Else.' As much as I like Dave's version,
it sounds so much better when it is in the hands of Ray. Either way,
it's a great song!
Best song: Where Have All The Good Times Gone?
1. The band is way, way better on here than on the first two proper
Kinks albums. There isn't a single obvious stinker as far as my ears can hear,
as Davies has finally figured out how to consistently write
decent early 60's guitar-pop. Heck, even the sole cover, the opening
Dave-sung Milk Cow Blues, is given a rendition that's miles above the
covers that had littered the last two albums (I don't know if the
Stones ever covered this, but I'm betting that The Kinks' version would
at least match, if not exceed a version by them). Add in that Ray is no
longer using You Really Got Me as a major crutch, and you have a pretty
impressive achievement.
2. If the band had continued along this vein, they were simply not
going to get any better. Their stuff might have been starter-quality at
the AAA level by this point, but as major-leaguers they were going to
be middle relievers at best. The whole album exudes competence, but
distressingly little of it goes beyond that point. The sole classic
(later covered by Van Halen to great effect) is Where Have All the Good
Times Gone, a great ode to getting stressed out by life and longing for
a more relaxing time, even while acknowledging that, "things are so
much easier today." It does a great job of contrasting a sing-songey
chorus with an aggressive Dylanish vocal in the verses, and shows some
real creative oomph that's mostly lacking on the rest of the album.
Indeed, aside from Till the End of the Day, the closest thing to a Got
Me clone on the album (though it's much different in vibe, replacing
the "I want you babe" feel of Got Me with "Think happy thoughts think
happy thoughts" as if he was in that one Twilight Zone episode with the
kid who could read minds), and the mildly pretty ballad Ring the Bells,
the whole album falls into the "decent but disposable" category. These
songs just reek of anachronism, and not just today; it's amazing to
realize these were released at a time when Dylan had put out Bringing
it All Back Home and Highway 61 Revisited, and when the Beatles were
just about to release Rubber Soul. Something like When I See That Girl
of Mine, nice as it may be, wouldn't have come close to deserving
inclusion on any Beatles album after Please Please Me, and given that
Ray was somebody who would be writing Rainy Day in June and Sunny
Afternoon as soon as the next album, this is impossible to ignore. The
songs almost all have moderate hooks, and are basically enjoyable when
on, but they fail to make any permanent dent in my consciousness once
they're done (in contrast, turn back to Dedicated Follower of Fashion
and Sitting on My Sofa, which are bonus tracks here).
In the end, a 7(10) is really the only possible grade for this album.
It is good, no question about it ... but it only aspires to greatness a
couple of times, and that can't be ignored. Thankfully, though,
greatness was just around the corner...
theidiot7769@aim.com (12/27/07)
Kontroversy is an album I get a lot more enjoyment out of than the
grade I'm giving it would indicate, and it's about a half step away
from being an overlooked minor gem. While their is a noticeable leap
between this and the "Face to Face" period, there's maybe an even
bigger leap between "Kinda Kinks" and this album. While the
songwriting on the first two albums was mostly in the "bad" range,
here it's mostly "pretty darn good", which is a pretty big jump, all
things considered.
Not to mention, this album really rocks in a very competent, visceral
way that The Kinks hadn't managed up to this point and only rarely
would try for again. The opening "Milk Cow Blues" is a great abrasive
rocker, easily the best cover they would ever do (even if that's not
necessarily saying much at all). Most of this album doesn't really
aspire to greatness, like you said, but it's still very good, and I
wouldn't agree with your lukewarm response to most of it. True,
compared to the things The Beatles or Dylan were doing around this
time, it can't be considered anything really special, but it's mostly
very good nonetheless, without any real bad tracks to speak of, and I
personally wouldn't put as much of a ceiling on being "very good" as
you do. The few minor classics, like the aforementioned "Milk Cow
Blues", the pretty ballad "Ring the Bell", or You Really Got Me
re-write number #115, "Till the End of the Day", help drive it up
into the strong 11 range, and the major classic "Where Have All The
Good Times Gone" makes it a 12.
The wonderful thing about this number, besides the nice aggressive
vocals, the catchy chorus, and the chunky guitar work, is the lyrics,
which show Ray really maturing, and which many miss the point of a
bit. The song starts with a bunch of old-time nostalgia, then moves
onto to sly sarcasm (the famous "Daddy didn't have no toys, and mommy
didn't need no boys"), but by the last verse becomes a full on attack
on this kind of romanticized nostalgia. Considering Ray would soon be
partaking in quite a bit of nostalgia (even if he always did so with
a hint of irony and awareness), it makes it even more interesting.
Unfortunately, the last three songs are all rather average and
generic, and let the record down a little. So it's a 11/15 on the
overall scale.
Best song: Sunny Afternoon
Allegedly, Ray had a bit of a nervous breakdown early in the sessions of recording this album, fueled by a realization that he was getting older and becoming an industry pawn and being forced to write music that wasn't 100% what he had his heart in, and it seems that coming out of it armed him with a giant "Screw It All" attitude that allowed him to change his musical and especially lyrical approaches drastically. Looking past the opening sound effect of a telephone ringing and a Brit answering, the opening Party Line might be considered just another in the line of Dave-sung up-tempo openers, but the lyrics are already 100% classic Kinks. "Is she big? Is she small? Is she a she at all?" and "I'm not voting in the next election unless somebody does something about finding out the person who is on my party line" are bits of goofy cleverness that no other songwriter would ever (at that time) have had the ability to write. Rosy Won't You Please Come Home? is another example of a "normal" song that sounds way different from anything else of the time, both because of the heavy dose of harpsichord (a year earlier Ray would have just used standard instrumentation) and because he addresses the topic of a runaway child not from the typical angle of the rebellious child but instead from the angle of the parents who miss their kid and who will, if she comes home, "bake a cake if (she likes) it." And then we have Dandy, a two-minute portrait of a swinging bachelor that contains my favorite Kinks lyric of all time ("And when you're old and gray you will remember what's been said, that two girls are too many, three's a crowd and four you're dead"). It also shows Ray effectively doing an acoustic guitar-popper that's more Rubber Soul than Please Please Me, and MAN that's good to hear from him.
Too Much on My Mind strikes me as a slight step down, but not as much as I originally thought it was; the verse melody is a little weak, but the sweet chorus (with more effective harpsichord) mostly makes up for it. Session Man is a cute pop song with an excuse to have a solo harpsichord introduction (the chorus is a little dippy - "He's a session man, a chord prog-ress-i-on, a top mu-sic-i-an" - but that's part of its charm), and then we have the first major highlight of the album, Rainy Day in June. What's most interesting to me about this song is the way Ray almost manages to sound like a pretentious art-rocker or fantasy-metaller lyrically (this is a song that mentions misty shadows and eagles spreading their mighty wings, demons stretching crinkled hands and snatching a butterfly, and elves and gnomes hunched in fear), but he uses these images very carefully, making sure the listener mainly remembers it was a rainy day, and everybody felt the rain. As a dark, apocalyptic pop song, this is remarkable because of the fact that, unlike Morrison and Co. a year later (and I like The Doors, bear in mind), the potentially goofy "gothic" aspects are only used as window dressing, and not as anything like the main attraction (which definitely consists of the melody, the chorus and the *BOOM* of the thunder).
The album is a little spotty from here on out, but it's still fine overall. The best of the lot is Sunny Afternoon, a song that's so awesomely square it's a rectangle. It combines amazing lyrics about a rich guy who's lost everything except his mansion to taxes and other sundry sources, a melody that reworks traditional music hall values in a way that nobody else was even considering at the time, and a playful vocal delivery (with GREAT backing harmonies in the chorus) that argues the case of Ray Davies As Genius as well as anything else in the band's catalogue. Unfortunately, none of the rest of the album comes close to hitting this peak, nor does it quite live up to the initial stretch thru Rainy Day in June. Fancy is a particular low point, with nothing I can recommend musically; the melody is unmemorable and kinda ugly, and the way Ray's vocals mix with the acoustic guitars and the bass just strikes me as an awkward attempt at something vaguely pyschedelic. The rest ranges from fairly standard 'primitive' rockers (Holiday in Waikiki is the best, with energetic drumming and an amusing travelogue for lyrics, while House in the Country and the Dave-sung You're Looking Fine are at least moderately catchy and provide good balance to the album, even if I don't love them) to more attempts to smoosh Ray's new approach in with standard Brit-pop-rock (Most Exclusive Residence for Sale; the closing I'll Remember, which would have stood out a lot earlier in the album but gets kinda dwarved by Sunny Afternoon, which proceeds it), and finally to an acoustic character sketch that has nice lyrics and an ok set of vocal melodies and chord sequences (Little Miss Queen of Darkness). No, they're not amazing, and they certainly let the album down a bit overall (it's a very, very good thing that Sunny Afternoon shows up when it does to leave a good taste in my mouth at the end), but they're still good on the whole.
Overall, then, this is a fine debut of the "classic" Kinks sound, and while they'd certainly improve on it in the future, this album is a necessity for any Kinks collection and for any decent overall collection. This is especially true given the AMAZING quality of the bonus tracks on the reissue, which I will be mostly ignoring (and not counting in the overall rating) on the grounds that I will cover them in my Kink Kronikles review later. A couple of them aren't found on that collection, however, and one of them, the Dave-sung Mr. Reporter (with amazingly biting lines like, "Do you like what you're doing or is it that you can do nothing else?" and "I'll believe all that you put down. I'll believe the sun is going up, even though it's going down.") is a minor classic (the other, the Little Women, is a nice two-minute instrumental that makes use of a lot of mellotron flutes in the first half and standard mellotron sounds in the last twenty seconds). Anyway, seek out this album, and especially seek out the reissue.
theidiot7769@aim.com (12/27/07)
While I thought Kontroversy showed some songwriting growth, this
album is unquestionably their big leap forward in lyrics and
production. While it doesn't have the sort of classics that just leap
out at you like the next album does, it's probably more consistently
great than Something Else.
Party Line, while not really a CLASSIC by any means, is a nice
uptempo way to open things, with some clever lyrics adding to the
enjoyability. Rosy Won't You Please Come Home? is a gorgeous little
ballad with some nice unexpected harder sections, and while Dandy
doesn't have much of a coherent structure, Ray's passionate singing
and those great lyrics manage to actually make up for it, which is
hard to do no matter who you are. Session Man is probably a lowlight
for me (that chorus is a bit too childish), but the ultimate "rainy
day" song, Rainy Day in June more than makes up for it; the
atmosphere here is so completely engrossing despite the weird fantasy
lyrics. I also like the trilogy of rockers that come next and help
make this album so much more energetic than it would otherwise be,
and each of them is different in a way. House in the Country doesn't
have much of a hook, but rolls along nicely, Holiday in Waikiki
doesn't have much of a hook either, but manages to make it seems
greater than it is by covering it up with some nice surf-style guitar
work from Dave, and the third one in a row, Most Exclusive Residence
For Sale, actually has a very nice hook (hooray!). Fancy is somewhat
of a low point, but at least it's pretty and short enough that it
doesn't detract much; Little Miss Queen of Darkness is an interesting
acoustic semi-rocker that's only flaw (and it's kind of a big one),
is that the chorus almost seems half-finished. The first time it goes
by it can leave you with kind of a "what? that was it?" feeling. But
still an enjoyable song nonetheless, if not great.
...and I would insist that the album ends with TWO classics, "Sunny
Afternoon" AND "I'll Remember". The former needs no description, but
the latter is too frequently overlooked; it's a very high-quality,
incredibly catchy pop-rocker that I might just pick for my favorite
song on the album.
A pretty strong 12/15 for this one.
Best song: Waterloo Sunset
While I find Ray's lyrics intriguing, though, he doesn't reach deep down into my soul in such a way that that's enough for immortality. I don't quite reach the Starostin level of giving this a shockingly low 7/10, but I can sure empathize with his perspective. For way too many listens, this seemed to me like three monstrous tracks and a whole bunch of relative filler, and while that notion's mostly dissipated, I'm still not sold on this whole album. It also doesn't help that, while the album is actually pretty diverse, it manages to slam nearly all of the genres it takes on into the same twee Brit-pop mold, which is nice but a little hard for me to endure. The album cover shown above may be a nice powder blue, but my version of the album is a solid grey, and the album has that same monotonous feel to my ears even when I academically know that Ray and co. are taking on several styles.
Still, monotony or no, this album is very nice. There are still some tracks I don't like; for instance, except for the cool "Kiss me with one ray of light from your lazy old sun" lyric, I find Lazy Old Sun close to an unlistenable mess (like with Fancy, I just can't buy this band trying to do any sort of pyschedelia). No Return doesn't sound painful to me, but it does sound like two minutes of rambling nothing, and Dave's tune of longing, Funny Face, has a lot of elements that sound ok on their own but that don't really come together in a way I'd like. Oh, and Situation Vacant is a fun tale of a man's life getting ruined by his nagging mother-in-law, but aside from the chorus it's not very impressive. On the plus side, Harry Rag and Tin Soldier Man are fun forays into the world of British folk music and playful war marches; Two Sisters and especially Afternoon Tea are wuss-pop of a high level; and End of the Season is an atmospheric bliss that conveys the transition from summer to autumn fantastically. Oh, and let's not forget my favorite of the 'lesser' tracks, the Dave-sung Love Me Till The Sun Shines, a high-quality pop-rocker (which, for some reason that totally escapes me, George Starostin referred to as a "weak ballad," which is odd given that it's neither weak nor a ballad) that adds a badly needed dose of up-tempo bliss to the middle of the album.
These all pale, of course, to the big three. The opening David Watts is twee Brit-pop par excellence; it may technically be a ripoff of Let's Spend the Night Together by the Stones, but ehn, the Stones were sorta ripping off The Kinks in the first place when they made that (excellent) album, so I'm not going to hold that against a song that's as cool a portrait of lower class yearning as this. The second song, the immortal Death of a Clown, is probably the best Dave-song in the band's catalogue, as it captures the timeless power and depth of the most profound moment in the history of television (I refer to, of course, the Chuckles the Clown episode of the Mary Tyler Moore Show) with a glorious melody and high-pitched harmonies that I could only imagine before hearing this. The best song of all, though, comes at the end in Waterloo Sunset, about a man who gains joy not from living his own life but from watching other people live theirs, and with another amazing melody to boot. I don't agree with the multitudes who would crown this as the band's best song (it wouldn't make my top 5), but it's amazing, right down to the twangy guitar tone that plays the melody in the beginning and the end.
When all is said and done, I definitely don't agree with those who elevate this album to a plateau of immortality, but it's a great album nonetheless and one of the band's best, and a necessity for any collection. Just try to fight the initial urge to get bored and you'll be fine.
theidiot7769@aim.com (12/27/07)
I really couldn't agree with you more about this album. While Ray
fully comes into his own lyrically and as far as the themes he deals
with, this album is far from being a masterpiece like the next two
would be. I think he showed some sporadic songwriting genius at this
point, but wouldn't really become consistently great at inserting
great hooks into his songs until Village Green.
This is also an album that grew on me over time; at first I would
have agreed more with George's rating, I think. The album does have a
few all time classics, and is nice enough to open and close with
maybe the best two songs The Kinks had done up to this point (their
best up-tempo number and their best ballad), it is really sort of
"David Watts", "Death of a Clown", "Waterloo Sunset", and then all
the rest. I do like Dave's "Love Me Till the Sun Shines" enough that
I consider it a minor classic, but there's certainly a big gap
between these numbers and the rest. Songs like "Harry Rag" are catchy
enough, but nothing terribly weighty, and while "Two Sisters" and "No
Return" are good lyrically, they don't even have anything resembling
real hooks. I don't want to make it seem like I hate these numbers or
anything at all; they're all enjoyable, and there are a few minor
gems like "Lazy Old Sun", but without the "big 3" (or maybe "big 4")
this album would only be looking at a 10 or weak 11, but with them a
solid 12 is no problem. This album also benefits from being a
surprisingly cohesive little mood piece. It has a nice "lazy" feel
that I like, personally, and of course, the lyrics are pretty great
and interesting on just about every song.
12/15; very good, essential, not a masterpiece.
Trfesok@aol.com (04/29/08)
Yes, with three classic singles on the album, I had high hopes for
the rest of it. It's mostly a letdown, though. I think I like it even
less than you do. There's some nice acoustic work on "No Return", a
very touching lyric on "Two Sisters" (not one that'll endear the band
to feminists, though), but the majority of it is very under whelming.
I do like "Fancy", but "Lazy Old Sun" is clearly Ray trying to reach
beyond his grasp. As is Dave, with "Funny Face". It sounds vaguely
like he's trying for what the Who did better with "Rael." "Afternoon
Tea" borders on lounge lizard music. "Tin Soldier Man" sort of is
a precursor to what would come down the line in a couple of albums,
but not as good.
Of course, everyone agrees about the singles. "Death of a Clown" is
charmingly naive, especially Rasa Davies' "la-la-las"; anybody who
was an ex-high school loser (yours truly included) can relate to
"David Watts"; and "Waterloo Sunset" is touching. Still, these songs
are on Kronilkles, so I would only recommend the rest of the album to
more hardcore fans.
Best song: The Village Green Preservation Society
You know what, though? I'm not 100% sold on this album. This album starts off absolutely amazingly, but even if there's not a single bad song on here, this album still seriously runs out of gas by the end. Not only does this album stack the GREAT songs in the first half, leaving slimmer pickings for the rest, it even loses steam conceptually. This is a loose concept album about nostalgia, both for one's personal memories and for an olden-time idealized England (a time of village greens and steam-powered trains and innocence and whatnot), but past a certain point, the only continuations of this concept are topical rehashes of (superior, unfortunately) songs that had already come. And, well, the general monotony of the sound wears me down after a while. Dang it, people, diversity does matter. No, diversity alone can't make a weak album into a great one, and it can't make a great album into just a good album, but lack of diversity can take a potential all-time classic and nudge it ever so slightly out of the realm of ironclad immortality. I mean, I love the songs on this album as a whole, but this is (in the end) a much harder album for me to listen to than I'd want from an album that a decent number of people list as one of the 25 greatest of all time.
It can't be ignored, though, that the high points are jaw-dropping. The title track, aside from functioning as the album's "mission statement" (preservation of all sorts of elements of the "good old days"), has one of the smoothest flowing pop melodies I've ever heard, making it one of the two or three greatest songs ever written by a guy who wrote more than a few great ones. The band's ties to mainstream coolness are completely severed in this song (if there were any ties left), what with the lyrics and the lack of guitar and the dominance of organ (oddly enough, though, the loudest instrumentation in the song comes from the drums), but those of us who aren't cavemen can love this for what it is (and don't forget those cute faux-Beach Boys backing harmonies!): a close-to-perfect pop song. The followup, Do You Remember Walter?, is a wonderful musing of what happens when old friends grow old and boring, even as your memories keep them the same age forever. That it also has a pair of fantastic, perfectly complementary melodies is enough to make the song into a rock-solid classic.
Picture Book, then, is another example of Ray's ability to take the dorkiest, hokiest ideas and do them so shamelessly and skillfully that they become totally enjoyable. Forget that the lyrics (about taking pictures to preserve the present for the future) are clever and the melody is impeccable; it also has parts like "naaaah nah nah nah" and Ray giving up singing "normal" lines at times and resorting to, "uh scooby dooby doo." Normally, with most songwriters, I'd be reaming the writer for so clearly running out of ideas and releasing a work-in-progress as a finished song; in this case, I can just tip my hat to the way he makes the song so enticing from start to finish. Next up is Johnny Thunder, a song whose lyrical point eludes me (mostly because I can't figure out what "Johnny Thunder lives on water, feeds on lightning" means), but whose melody and especially whose chorus (those are some weirdly powerful "baaaa ba ba ba ba ba baa" backing vocals) are enough to make it a minor lightweight classic.
The Last of the Steam Powered Trains is an interesting take on gritty, "rootsy" blues-rock, with Ray matching this ode to old-fashioned trains with a backing track that really does remind me of a train slowly rumbling down the tracks (until the part near the end where they speed things up and, for one glorious moment, the memory of the train going full speed is brought back to life). It's also the end of the album's stretch of impeccability; the tracks from here on out are all good, but almost all of them feel "supplemental," if you get me. My favorite of this group is Animal Farm, an incredible (both lyrically and musically) ode to farm life, and both Village Green and the closing People Take Pictures of Each Other (topical rehashing notwithstanding) are outstanding examples of the band's prime style. Looking at the rest of the tracks, though, my general reaction is "nice, but kinda quaint." Sitting by the Riverside has a nice French cafe feel to it, Big Sky is at least a better nod towards pyschedelia than Lazy Old Sun was, and Phenomenal Cat is quiet softness done well, but the other tracks don't exactly awe me. They're nice and all, but aside from the already-mentioned Wicked Annabella (about a forest witch, I guess), I don't really consider them worthy of namechecking.
So as you can see, a 14 or 15 is out of the question for this album as far as I'm concerned. I dig the style, but I don't dig it that much, and as great as a lot of the songs on here are, the great songs only make up about half of the album. Still, half great and half good is worth a very very high grade, and it deserves a place in any respectable rock and pop collection.
Best song: Shangri-La
Arthur, as can probably be deduced from the full title, is another concept album (the band wouldn't make another non-conceptual album for almost another decade), but it's much more developed and fleshed-out than the loose conceptuality of Village Green. Basically, it creates a parallel between the British Empire, which started out grand and all-powerful and finished as rather unremarkable, and a Brit named Arthur, who started off totally average (but with dreams of grandeur) and ... finished as rather unremarkable. The first side is Arthur as a young man (and the empire still in its prime), and the second side is Arthur as an older man who's lost the ability to advance particularly far in life (and the empire as a deflated spectre of its former self, one that would only continue to go down hill). If ever there was really such a thing as "The British Dream," this album is about how that dream dissolved around and for the poor schmos like Arthur who grew up eagerly awaiting their piece of it, only to see it completely unrealized. This may seem fairly unremarkable, but let's face it; most concept albums either involve totally fantastical, otherworldly stories that have no direct bearing on everyday life, or bizarre, interesting things happening to people and changing them in a spiritual way. Arthur is one of the few albums to fess up to the notion that most people, frankly, are boring losers that let life happen to them instead of going out and living it, and that far too often the act of letting life happen to them means that pretty much nothing happens to them. It's disarming and unsettling, but it's something badly needed in rock music.
The opening Victoria takes us back to the glory days of the British Empire, when "sex was bad and obscene, and the rich were so mean," and when the best thing one could do with one's life was to go out for a few years and fight for queen and country. It has some slower parts with stately horns, betraying that it's definitely late 60's Kinks that we're listening to, but it also starts off with and stays heavy on up-tempo guitar parts, complete with with Dave's charmingly out-of-practice attempt at a fast guitar solo, signifying from the start the band's recommitment to something resembling actual rock music. I still don't get the weird singing voice (though Ray's normal voice returns during the slow, "Land of hope and glory-a, land of my Victoria" part), but it's a classic. Then it's off to war with Yes Sir, No Sir, which smooshes a bunch of regal, militaristic themes into a rather goofy number about life as a mindless grunt (and immediately showing that the romantic thoughts of how wonderful it is to serve queen and country, alluded to in the opener, are a bunch of hooey).
Continuing in the theme of war, we come to one of the finest ballads Ray ever wrote, and an easy choice for one of my five favorites from the band. Some Mother's Son further bursts the bubble of the nobility of being a soldier by reminding the listener of the actual humanity of casualties of war (and of the humanity of the mothers of those soldiers), something that warmongers seem overeager to ignore. It's particularly poignant for pointing out that every soldier on the battlefield was, at some point, a carefree child playing games underneath the sun; that a soldier in this song gets killed as a direct result of momentarily tapping those innocent memories is just another good example of what a sordid state of affairs war is. Whatever may be, the song is utterly stunning.
Moving back to happier times in life, we come to Drivin', which is Ray's nod to the fun of enjoying life by wasting it in idle pursuits, even as rough things are happening all around in both your personal life and in the world at large. The melody's fun, and the harmonies are cute. Brainwashed, then, is Ray addressing both Arthur and the world at large, denouncing the way people way allow themselves to be subservient to 'the powers that be;' content with just a few things in life, just because they're too tired to fight back. More importantly, though, it's a song that would have sounded AWESOME had it been on the Clash debut album almost a decade later; that one moment where Dave taps into a brutally heavy guitar sound, bringing out all his (inevitable) frustration with having to restrict his pure rock instincts for so many years, is just breathtaking, and the way Ray's vocal melody plays around that sound (which is then mirrored by trumpets the next time it would have a chance to come back) in a way that merges perfectly with the rest of the song makes this a total classic.
After the amusing-but-overlong 'advertisement' of Australia, which mimics the way Britain tried to make Australia seem the way western America was in the 1800's (the song is neat, but the jamming is just awkward, even if the excess of it ends up making it oddly alluring in the end), we come to the second half, where the cold reality of Arthur's life is hitting home. Shangri-La is my favorite Kinks song, and while it's the music that really brings things home for me, the lyrics hit me right in the places where I'm sure Ray was aiming. After slogging through the uptight British school system, after suffering through military service, after getting an 'honest' 'working-class' job, after generally being a good boy and doing all that he was told to do, his reward is ... sitting by the fire in a house that looks like everybody else's. And a mortgage he can't really afford. And a couple of small niceties, like a TV and a radio, that he has to finance. And zombie-like neighbors who all have the exact same lives he does. Sheesh, when Ray puts it like this, I can see why he really didn't want to get a job like everybody else. But forget the lyrics for as second; the music is INCREDIBLE, starting from the dark acoustic main theme, moving into a sad-but-less-depressing harpsichord-driven melody (that gets reprised at the end), momentarily climaxing with each chant of "Shangri-laaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa," and then breaking into a bitchin' acoustic-theme that's propelled by Mick Avory's greatest stretch on drums. It's simply glorious, and its five-plus minutes feel like three.
The rest of the side can't hope to match this side, but it puts on a good show anyway. Mr. Churchill Says starts off kinda stupid for a couple of minutes (with Ray bringing out the voice from Victoria, which I guess is supposed to be a symbol of big government or jingoism or something similarly stupid in his eyes), but when the sirens start going off, an electric guitar theme pops up that rocks harder (in its distinctly 60's way) than anything the band had done (outside of Brainwashed, obviously) since Kinkssize/Kinkdom. She Bought a Hat Like Princess Marina is a fun music-hall romp about people coping with their pathetic lives by buying things they can't afford, and strangely contains my favorite stanza on the album ("He's bought a hat like Anthony Eden's because it makes him feel like a Lord. But he can't afford a Rolls or a Bentley; he has to buy a secondhand Ford."). After the aforementioned Young and Innocent Days, we come to later in Arthur's life (Nothing to Say), when his kids grow up and he no longer gets to have them around regularly to ease the relative pointlesses of his existence. I would point out, by the way, that if you look at this track in the "Decline and Fall of the British Empire" light, this track also works as Britain's various colonies and protectorates breaking off and starting their own lives (I guess keeping the queen on their money is the equivalent of phoning on Father's Day and Christmas).
Finally, we come to the title track, where Ray tries to make sense of what's happened with Arthur's life (through a wonderfully bouncy, anthemic tune). The key line of the whole thing, I think, is when Ray says, "And your hope and glory has passed you by; can't you see what the world is doing to ya'?" which largely absolves Arthur directly and puts the blame instead on Britain failing the little people even as it was failing itself in the world. For all of its criticism of Arthur for being a mindless sheep elsewhere in his life, the song is kind enough to suggest that, "Arthur, could be you were right all along;" even with the choices he made, he did not have to end up in the state he did, and would not have if Britain had held up its end of the contract it implicitly made with Arthur when he was busily being indoctrinated. Ray doesn't despise Arthur; he instead (kinda condescendingly) pities him, and loves him and wants to help him through. Don't ya know it, don't ya know it.
I love this album, and my sincerest recommendation, if you're not familiar with the Kinks, is to make this and Village Green simultaneous purchases the next time that's feasible. Ray's conceptuality wasn't always very effective, and would largely be his downfall in later years, but on the last album and (especially) this album he was able to make a pair of gems. They show two rather different sides of the band, and while I slightly prefer this one (at least, in this case), both should be enjoyed regularly.
theidiot7769@aim.com (12/27/07)
Ah, Arthur. This is an album I could go on and on about, really, how
the more rocking style turns out to be a great fit, or how Ray's
lyrical and melody skills are at an all time high, but really, for
those who haven't heard this album yet, you need to now.
Sometimes you can just hear a band reaching it's peak, and while
Village Green was also a great album, this one easily trumps it,
especially as far as consistency goes. Every song here is an integral
part of the whole, and there's not one ounce of filler. Even the
songs that seems like it at first reveal themselves to be gems, like
the great agressive proto-punk (with horns) of Brainwashed, or
Drivin', a lovely piece of Brit-pop good enough to stand up there
with the best songs of the last album. I would also like to offer up
defense for Australia; while the jamming at the end goes on a bit too
long, it's not by any means boring in my eyes, and more importantly,
the actual "song" part of this track is amazing. Ray cycles through
so many different catchy melodies in a couple of minutes that's it
almost astounding to listen to. My favorite of all is the closing
title track, a singalong anthem (with some fantastic guitar work)
that manages to be just about the most uplifting son g I've ever
heard; maybe the finest song in their career along with "Celluloid
Heroes".
One of my favorite albums of all time, and a full 15/15.
Best song: Lola
It's tempting to say that Ray was focusing more on the lyrics and concept than on the music when making this album; the problem with this is that the lyrics and concept aren't that impressive either. The general idea of the album is that a group of musicians start out as a struggling band, write a #1 single (Capn' Marvel theorized that Lola itself is the big #1 single of the fictional band, and I have to say that that makes a lot of sense), make it big and come face to face with the soulless machinery that is the music industry (in the end realizing that it's not the money and fame that matter, but rather the people and places they care about). I'm not sure that this was a topic that was routinely broached by musicians way back in 1971, but it's hard not to look at it as awfully cliche, especially when the execution of the topic makes it feel at times like a half-baked musician bio-pic ("Ray, I gotta tell you, we think you're onto something very big here. Nobody's ever combined transexuality and big major chord changes before! Lola is a smash. You better start thinking about a follow-up, my friend. Right now!"). The tracks on Arthur still had a heavy dose of cleverness in their character sketches, but there's an awful lot of banality leaking out of this album.
For all these weaknesses, though, there are some very good songs on here. Lola, of course, was the band's first big Big BIG single since You Really Got Me, and it's a well-deserved classic and easily the best on the album. On the first side, the other (minor) highlights are Strangers (a largely acoustic ballad marking the return of Dave Davies, with some effectively haggard vocals that make the simplistic lyrics work better than they could otherwise) and Get Back in Line (a nice ode to working class angst in the "pre-hit" portion of the album, which gets draggy in places but has some lovely moments). On the second side, I'm very fond of the catchy return-to-vaudeville jaunt of The Moneygoround; it's shorter than it reasonably could have been, but what's here is a lot of fun. The last three tracks of the album are even better; Apeman is a catchy-as-hell longing for a "primitive" life (while also acknowledging that, for all of the technology around us, we're really not as sophisticated as we think we are), Powerman is a driving guitar-fest about a big powerful music executive (my favorite music on the album aside from Lola is the 'chorus' melody of "It's same old story, it's the same old dream, it's power man, power man, and all that it can bring.") and Got to be Free is a fun song with pianos and banjo where (I guess) the protagonist breaks out of the shackles of the industry and finds happiness in his original life. Frankly, I have no emotional investiture in the concept of the album (especially by the end), so it's nice that I'm able to enjoy this as much as I do for 'pure' musical reasons.
The other tracks aren't bad, they're just kinda bland and unexciting to my ears. The one track that serves as a frightening harbinger of what was to come later is Top of the Pops; not only is this track a clear case of Ray writing lyrics first and then coming up with a melody for them second, it also features a main riff that sounds an awful lot like a simple variant of Louie Louie, as well as a second riff that's basically the melody to Land of a Thousand Dances with one note changed. Otherwise, though, there are a lot of songs (both in the 'rocker' and 'ballad' areas) that sound moderately ok when on and leave absolutely no lasting impression with me once they're done. If you hang on every word and note that Ray and Dave can offer (Dave has a second contribution in the distorted-guitar laden Rats, and it has an ok riff but not much else), I can kinda understand; as is, with the Kinks having come into my music education pretty late, I don't care enough to give these tracks yet another listen to try and dig something out of them.
It's rather disappointing to me that Ray could crash so much within the course of a year; if this album didn't have Lola on it, the grade would be noticably lower. There are fine songs here, yes, but they're coming in about 50/50 with the ok-or-worse ones, and that's not something I can really ignore. If you're starting up a Kinks collection, this should not be near the beginning; if you have to have Lola on an album right away, get The Kink Kronikles.
Best song: Moments
The opening God's Children (which made Kink Kronikles and is usually considered the album's best track) is decent, but while Ray may completely be earnest about the point he's trying to make lyrically in the song, he doesn't do a great job of making me care thanks to the relatively low ratio of substance to attempted anthemic power. Still, the substance is there somewhat, and I feel at least a small twinge when listening to it. A few tracks later comes what I consider the real highlight of the album, the nice organ-laced ballad Moments. If nothing else, the part where Ray sings, "Don't you cry, don't you cry, don't you cry" is the strongest hook of the album, and this in conjunction with the slight Dylanish growl (for lack of a better word) in Ray's vocals is enough to give this song the nod. Oh, and the last full song of the album, Willesden Green, is notable for Ray taking on a very Elvis-like tone in his voice, so even if the lyrical message is largely the same as on Village Green, I'm able to forgive it.
But the rest, ehn. The only real standout is Animals in the Zoo, and that's mostly because I can't help but focus on how much it sounds like an alternate version of Apeman (I know, it's a different melody and has different lyrics, but it has the same feel as Apeman). Everything else works as background music but nothing more, and that's way below the standard I hold the Kinks to. In short, there's a good reason that (last I checked) this still hadn't officially been issued in the US, and even a serious Kinks fan shouldn't pay full price for this. Heck, I'm probably overrating it.
Best song: Mr. Pleasant or Big Black Smoke
It really amazes how the band apparently didn't learn its lesson over the first three albums and continued to leave so many great songs off of its albums (especially since Face to Face and Something Else each had some obvious dross as candidates for replacement). Had the four weakest tracks on F2F been replaced by the four representatives here of that album's bonus tracks (a fifth representative from those sessions, She's Got Everything, wasn't among the bonus tracks, and it's just as well seeing as it's not that great), for instance, that album would have been an easy 14 and probably would have knocked Arthur from its perch as my favorite Kinks album. Dead End Street is an amazing look at the hopelessness of life as a poor person with no prospects for improvement, with well-placed "Dead end!" chants in the chorus and a great melody that brings out simple-yet-effective lines like, "What are we living for? Two-roomed apartment on the second floor. No chance to emigrate, I'm deep in debt and now it's much too late." This is Where I Belong is the finest rebuttal (musically and otherwise) I can imagine to the rock cliche of "we gotta get out of this place;" the line, "I won't search for a house upon a hill. Why should I when I'd only miss you still, for this is where I belong ..." has more meaning to me than the entire dribble of the worst 70's RCA albums. And the other two, holy hell. Big Black Smoke (the B-side to Dead End Street) is one of the best combinations of catchiness and darkness in the band's whole catalogue (about a girl who grew tired of her life and ran off with somebody who ended up setting her house on fire with her and her child in it), and Mr. Pleasant (the A-side to This is Where I Belong) takes Ray's music-hall obsession (much more potent here than on Sunny Afternoon, even if that is the better song over all) to an unprecedented level of goofy magnificence. I am quite sure that nobody else in the world could have written Mr. Pleasant; nobody else would be willing to say "to hell with dignity" quite to the extreme that was required to write and record this song.
The Something Else tracks aren't as amazing as that quartet (except for Autumn Almanac, a catchy-as-hell multi-part song about living in one place forever and enjoying its monotony enough to not really want to leave), but they're ok. The Dave-sung Susannah's Still Alive can't hold a candle to his best SE contributions (and doesn't even have any moments on par with the best ones in Funny Face), but Wonderboy and Polly are character sketches that are at least on the same level as the average material of the main album. Of the three Village Green tracks, one is a slight duffer (Did You See His Name?), but I would have been perfectly happy seeing the mellotron-laden Berkeley Mews knock off Monica or the acoustic-driven Days knock off Starstruck. And finally, there's the two Arthur-era tracks, which of course wouldn't have fit in well on that album (where the conceptuality was very tight), but are both very good nonetheless. King Kong gives a good rocking punch to its lyrics about how great it is to be a societal bully, and the Dave-penned Mindless Child of Motherhood is a fine bit of social (I guess; if it's a song to a woman who scorned him, then it's a bizarre one) critique.
And that's it; as an outtakes collection, this album would rate at least a solid 12, and when combined with the already-known tracks that make up the remainder, a boost to 13 seems pretty automatic. The only reason I don't give it a higher grade is that I'm wary of giving grades higher than 13 to compilations; the Past Masters comps and Meaty, Beaty, Big and Bouncy are special cases because those are specifically singles compilations, whereas this is just a very high quality period retrospective. Whatever the rating, though, it's absolutely essential.
Best song: 20th Century Man
The major classic, of course, is the opening 20th Century Man, where Ray expresses his life philosophy more effectively in one line ("I'm a 20th century man, but I don't want to be here") than he would in his hours of obsessive rants on the subject over the next 20 years. The lyrics are hilariously paranoid and Libertarian (see: "I was born in a welfare state, ruled by bureaucracy, controlled by civil servants and people dressed in grey. Got no privacy, got no liberty, 'cos the 20th century people took it all away from me"), but they manage to entertain instead of annoy in this case, and they work very well with the music itself. The song starts off with kind of a Band-ish country flavor to it and builds into a strong organ-and-guitar rocker, and Ray mixes up his vocal delivery well, ranging from a kinda proto-Knoplfer low-pitch grumble to his classic screaming style by the end. It's arguably the best song of the post-Kronikles era, and it's definitely the best song-length crescendo in the band's catalogue.
None of the rest of the album rocks quite as hard as the opener does in its most intense moments, but that doesn't make it much less enjoyable. Acute Schizophrenia Paranoia Blues would be a throwaway with any other set of lyrics; as is, the fact that Ray decided to put this kind of paranoid rant to this kind of New Orleans-y music makes it a minor classic. Holiday features Ray singing with a cigar in his mouth to make the song seem more 'authentic' as a 20's number, Alcohol is a dark cross between generic 20's jazz and some rather interesting 'mystical' folk (I guess; I'm sure there's a better description for it, I just can't think of one), and Complicated Life is such a fun singalong that I can completely forgive the total genericism of its Dixieland melody. All of these songs could be dismissed, but they each have something extremely interesting going for them, and that's good enough for me.
Most of the rest of the songs are at least slightly more removed from the "hick" nature of the others, and should satisfy even fans with an allergy to such styles of music. My favorites are Skin and Bone (about a woman who went from fat to way way too thin), Have A Cuppa Tea (a weird cross between 'normal' Kinks Britishness and gospel that makes Tea close to divine) and the title track (a fun anthem where Ray happily declares his status as a British hick), but the others are all at least ok (except for Uncle Son, which kinda passes me by every time). In particular, Here Come the People in Grey is a fun and disturbing generic rocker that delves into Ray's fears that The Bureaucracy Is Coming To Get Him, and Holloway Jail is at least notable for Ray's voice sounding (to my ears, anyway) more than a bit like Neil Young's in places. Not a great track, but certainly a decent one.
There's a couple of other tracks I didn't mention, and they're not bad either (I just couldn't think of anything to say about them). The main overall point that I want to get across is that, while not bursting with obvious classics, this album has a style and feel to it that's as interesting as almost anything else in the band's catalogue, and that alone is enough to make this a very worthwhile listen. It's not an all-time classic by any means, but it's definitely in the band's top 5, and that means it's great. If you have to get into 70's Kinks, start here.
Best song: Celluloid Heroes
A couple of the songs follow the MH formula a bit too closely, and they're not so great. Maximum Consumption is basically the exact same melody as Acute Schizophrenia Paranoid Blues and has the same lyrical theme as Skin and Bones (centered on Ray instead of a girl named Annie), and Look a Little On the Sunny Side is sooooo over-the-top simplistic and hokey that it just doesn't really work. Unreal Reality also follows the formula kinda closely, except for a big-band intro and outro that sounds awfully awkward, and the song doesn't impress me much either. A couple of the songs that could have been from the MH sessions are a lot of fun, though: Motorway does "leisurely folk-pop made really hyper" very well, and Hot Potato is a delightful romp featuring Dave proclaiming his passionate love for ... potatoes.
The other five songs, except for the totally throwaway Dave-song You Don't Know My Name, are just fine, and more than enough to ensure this album a solid 7. The opening Here Comes a New Day dwells on road fatigue, and Ray is smart enough to set the lyrics to a peppy horn-laced guitar-pop song; it really gives the impression of the artist being mentally fatigued, but totally laced on caffeine (or more illicit substances) and able to face the day because of it. Sitting in my Hotel is a lovely musing of whether or not living the life of a rock star is really worth it; I find it most interesting for the way it focuses on his lifestyle would look to his friends, who would look at the shallow extravagance of it all and laugh and, "would all be saying that it's not really me ... would all be asking who I'm trying to be." Melody-wise, it's probably the prettiest ballad Ray had written since Arthur, and that says something.
Supersonic Rocket Ship is a playful diversion that shows the nice sense of humor that Ray would completely lose in the next few albums, with nice light touches of what almost sounds like a ukelele and a fun melody with lyrics about how wonderful life on the ship would be. On the other side of the spectrum is the big epic of the album, the closing Celluloid Heroes, which was clearly written with the intent of being the best of this collection of songs and which actually lives up to this attempt. It's a musing on the immortality of movie stars and other notables via the inscriptions of their name in the sidewalk of Hollywood Blvd., and somehow it works as a march through the history of cinema and all the ups and downs of everybody who had struggled for fame. For all the pomposity of the lyrics (and they are pompous; come on, Ray is taking it upon himself to write THE big treatise on what it means to be a musician or thespian seeking fame and glory), the melody really manages to carry things impeccably; it's freaking beautiful, and frames the lyrics perfectly.
So that's the studio half. This album was actually a double (now on one CD), and the live album that makes up the other half is ... interesting, if a little unnecessary. Aside from a couple of odd choices of older material (boo to Top of the Pops, yay to Brainwashed), it consists of runthroughs of Muswell Hillbillies tracks and Ray messing with the audience by singing 45 seconds of Mr. Wonderful, a minute and a half of The Banana Boat Song and two minutes of Baby Face (the last track is just the audience singing the coda to Lola for two minutes). It's interesting if nothing else for the way it shows that Ray had a bit of a Dylanish way of messing with his audiences at this point; I mean, I doubt that the average person coming to the performances captured on this album had this much interest in hearing MH material, but here it is. Ah well; it's also interesting to hear Ray's bizarre interactions with the audience, and to hear the Big Band version of the group live.
So there's the album; not great, but certainly very good, and a decent close to the first half or so of the band's career. Believe me, things were about to go really bad.
Best song: No
I bring this up not because it has anything directly to do with the subject matter of this album, but because this is the only rational explanation for what happened to Ray in the leadup to this album. Ray Davies, as we have grown to know him, is not the Ray Davies who shows up on this album and its successor; oh sure, the obsession with simple life and village greens and fear of progress that is largely the foundation of this is nothing new, but never before, not even in the very earliest days of the group (which at the least beat the snot out of this in the fun department) had Ray sounded this unremittingly incompetent. Maybe this album shouldn't be rated lower than the debut on an 'objective' basis, but screwups on this level deserve extra ire.
Some background: Ray had originally hoped to release a full-version of Preservation all at once, but apparently pressure was put on him to release an album well before he was going to be finished (or before he even had a plot mapped out), so he had little choice but to put this out as a stopgap. Now, when you're looking to make a rock opera, there are three critical elements: music, lyrics and plot. In order to be successful, you need to do well on at least two out of the three; Preservation, on the other hand, fails in all three. There is no plot here; Ray decided to instead treat this as a series of character introductions, but where Ray had previously succeeded so marvelously in coming up with character sketch tracks, here he comes up with nothing interesting to say about anything or anybody related to this world of his. This of course brings us to the lyrics, which tend to feature Ray presenting "ambiguous" lines to give listeners something to puzzle over (for instance, he resurrects the persona of Johnny Thunder) even though he himself didn't know where the hell he was going with his story. The rest of the time they're just bland and irritating.
And the music? Do you really think Ray would bother to take care of writing good music for this? Of course not, he was too busy focusing on the lyrics and the story! Which also sucked! The only moment on the album that even remotely rocks is the opening (on CD; it wasn't part of the original album, but was a lead single of sorts) Preservation, and that's only because Ray steals a guitar line from Purple Haze so blatantly that it drives me nuts. The only tune that's reasonably pretty is Sitting in the Mid-day Sun, and that's only because he decided to so blatantly steal from Sunny Afternoon. Yeah, I know that thievery is something that's unavoidable in writing rock and pop music, but when you steal from your betters (including yourself at a better time) you have to make at least some sort of effort to distract from the theft. If you don't, you severely decrease the chances of the listener going, "boy, that's a neat twist on a familiar idea" and increase the chances of them going, "Gah! Why did he steal the line to Purple Haze??!!"
The rest of the album is not pretty and does not rock. Sure, it doesn't regularly jump out of its way to be ugly or ear-splitting, but I almost wish it would; it would alleviate the loooong stretches of boredom. There's problems afoot when a pure musical-style song about Cricket is arguably the best of a bunch of tracks; the rest has no good riffs and no pretty melodies, simple as that. If you can enjoy Kinks music without these two elements, then you'll swallow anything that Ray Davies puts to tape; as for me, I only have love for Ray's creations when he meets my requirements. When he doesn't, screw him.
And lo, Act 2 was on the horizon ...
Best song: When A Solution Comes
I have to admit, though, that this album starts and ends rather strong (which is definitely more than I could say for Act 1). Introduction to Solution and When a Solution Comes are both very different from anything the band had done before, and they're awfully good for it. They're both rather dark and have their own goofy kind of anthemic power, giving the songs the kind of apocalyptic flair that would be suitable for a better album of this ilk. When a Solution Comes is especially enjoyable, as it shows Ray going for a gloomy Roxy Music-style (especially in the second half) kind of decadent atmosphere that builds off the opening downbeat guitar lines very well. The closing Salvation Road, which is the anthem of the people's army and which becomes the national anthem after Black takes over, is a high quality semi-grandiose up-tempo acoustic number that (I guess) works in a way like We're Not Gonna Take It did on Tommy. If nothing else, these songs reveal that Ray's talent wasn't completely gone overnight.
The rest, though .. ugh. Ok, there are a couple of songs that kinda work (the cheese-fest Mirror of Love is a nice bit of jazzy balladry, and Money Talks is a fun bit of dorky rock), but they only work on a guilty pleasure level, and the rest loses the "pleasure" part completely. I just cannot find these songs enjoyable; they're not hideous, but they're full of the same ever-present stench of boredom that sank Act 1. There's not enough solid material here to fill a single album, let alone a double, and thus it's impossible to give this a much higher grade than its predecessor.
You know, this whole Preservation mess really makes me appreciate Tommy and Quadrophenia that much more. Tommy had a dippy plot, yes, but it was a clever dippy plot, and it had a ton of great riffs and pleasantly low-key instrumentation. Quadrophenia was kinda overblown, but its storyline is the polar opposite of simplistic and banal. I mean, the second half of that album isn't even a "story" in the conventional sense; it's just Jimmy walking along the beach having a bunch of flashbacks and doing a bunch of self-contemplation. And the music, well, if you don't think that 3/4's of Quadrophenia is among the very greatest material done by the Who, then we're just not on the same page. Preservation, though, ends up taking three LP's to accomplish almost nothing, and I just can't ignore that. Unless you're a very, very hardcore fan, avoid these.
Best song: Ducks On The Wall (yup)
THIS STORYLINE IS SO STUPID. Here's a question for you: if the purpose of The Starmaker's experiment was to prove that anybody, even somebody like Norman, can be made into a star, then wouldn't it make more sense for the plot to focus on Norman's adjustment to star life (directly relevant to the experiment) than to focus on The Starmaker's adjustment to normal life (not at all relevant to the experiment)? If Ray had at least focused some on Norman getting made into a star, this could have been a neat little precursor to the movie Trading Places; as is, it quickly becomes clear that Ray doesn't really care about the plot, which is only used as a vehicle for Ray to elaborate on the points he'd already made with I'm Not Like Everybody Else, Brainwashed and Shangri-La. We get it, Ray: you're glad that you don't have to live a non-musician lifestyle, requiring you to work a real job and have a boring wife and boring neighbors and everything. These ideas were cute and compelling the first time around; they're just obnoxious this time. And another thing: assuming for a second that The Starmaker isn't just a figment of Norman's imagination (I think he is, but Ray tries to make this somewhat unclear), how on earth would The Starmaker be able to disappear into non-celebrity life without anybody noticing? Wouldn't he have an agent calling for his whereabouts? Wouldn't there be articles in major newspapers about how this big star had disappeared and now there was a manhunt on for him? Sheesh, between these and a bunch of other questions that could be brought up, you'd think Ray could have bothered to think this through a little better.
That's all I'm going to say about the story. What's more pressing and more annoying is the music itself; with this album, Ray gave up basically all pretense of 'real' rock music in favor of a kind of low-grade community rock musical theater. What's more, even by the standards of low-grade community rock musical theater, this album is at best a C+; when not shoving distracting dialogue in our faces, Ray chooses to fill the time with a mix of generic broadway musical elements, 50's boogie rock and more plagiarism (some of it of himself) than I can stand. I mean, the very first thing you hear on this album is a steal of the I Can't Explain riff (at least when The Clash borrowed that riff a couple of years later, it was for the purpose of powerfully announcing themselves to the world; here it's just to have something for the background while Ray explains who The Starmaker is) - how's that for a bad omen? Another song, When Work is Over, lifts its main chorus hook directly from Under the Boardwalk; another song, Have Another Drink, is so similar in general feel to Have A Cuppa Tea that it drives me NUTS.
The parts that aren't completely stolen range from boring to tolerably ok. Rush Hour Blues, as dorky as it is (or, more likely, because it's as dorky as it is), should be considered a minor highlight, as Ray decides to represent Norman's early-morning preparations and work commute via a Jerry Lee Lewis-style of 50's boogie; at the least, there's something kinda hypnotic about the back-and-forth vocals between Starmaker/Norman and his wife in this part. Underneath the Neon Sign is actually pretty lovely, a bit of soft guitar-and-piano laced pop balladry conveying Starmaker/Norman's evening stumble from the bar to the subway with all the various big-city neon signs already lit up. And you know, if I can ignore the dialogue, I actually find You Make it All Worthwhile kinda nice. It has what I consider the best lyric of the album ("What's the use of cracking up over shepherd's pie?"), and amidst its mild pleasantry there's a moment that's probably the most inspired bit of melody-writing on the album (the part where Ray sings, "Baby, you won't believe it but it's true what a boring occupation can do, it can make a nervous wreck out of you"). Yeah, there are some nice bits on this album.
My favorite track on here, though, is one that George Starostin highlighted in blue (meaning it's a low point) and that most people seem to use as the main example of the crappiness of the album. I love Ducks on the Wall, a track that brings a smile to my face every time I hear the opening duck squeals (yeah, I know that ducks quack, but if ever ducks could make a sound resembling a squeal, it's here). It's completely ridiculous, but I refuse to believe that the band didn't have any fun at all recording a song that uses vocal-duck interplay so effectively in the chorus. It's by far the most cartoonish moment of the album, but at least it's intentionally (at least, I want to think so) cartoonish; I can't help but get the image in my head of Starmaker/Norman going crazy in the midst of the ducks, accidentally banging his head against a wall and having a bunch of ducks marching around his dizzied-up head. For better or worse, it's the most enjoyable song of the album from start to finish for me.
Unfortunately, it's not enough to completely save the album; there are a lot of tracks on here that I haven't mentioned, and for good reason. I actually find it pretty amazing that the band didn't break up at this point; Dave supposedly hates this album more than any he's ever worked on, and the criminal level of apathy towards writing good, original songs shown here is enough to make me dislike it as well. It's got more high points per 40 minutes than Preservation did, I'll give it that, but that's not saying a ton.
Joel M. (07/07/07)
Hey John -
Am enjoying your developing Kinks page, and think I have something to
contribute (!!).
Remember the line from Roger Waters' Pros and Cons ("...I nailed
ducks to the wall...")? I was so curious about that a few years ago
that I did a little investigation and found out that in post-WWII
Britton nailing painted wooden ducks to the wall symbolized settling
down to a quiet life. Subsequent to that, the phrase "nailing ducks
to the wall" became slang for nesting or living a domesticated life.
Not that anything in your review was misguided, but it didn't seem
that you had pinpointed the metaphorical meaning of the song, or,
perhaps more accurately, the absurdity of taking the metaphorical
back to the literal again. As you appear to be drawn towards
meaning, I thought you might be interested in this trivia.
I have never explored the Kinks to the same degree as the Stones, Who
and Beatles, and, thanks to your site, will likely do so.
Cheers.
Best song: No More Looking Back
So anyway, while this is not a rock opera, it's still a definite concept album, and the concept this time around is life growing up in the British school system. Several generic concepts along these lines are touched upon, but Ray doesn't really have much insight to provide about any of these ideas, and that hurts the conceptuality portion of the album a lot. Capn' Marvel said, in effect, that Ray seemed to have gotten all his inspiration for this album from reading Archie comics, and I have to completely agree; rarely, if ever, has an album about formative years been quite so cartoonish. School uniforms squelch creative freedom; getting dumped by your first love sucks; learning stuff is boring; getting punished by the headmaster is scary; convocation is a bittersweet moment; despite all the downs, your school years are still arguably the best time of your life. There, I mostly summed up the plotline of the album for you.
There are a couple of interesting little twists in the lyrical flow of the album, though. The first comes in Headmaster, which features the future Mr. Flash trying to grovel his way out of getting whipped across the bum. The reason I mention this track is that the lyrics are off-the-charts ridiculous; the idea that an early teen boy would be using this kind of phrasing to ask the headmaster for forgiveness is probably the most comic-bookish idea on the album, but at least it's a non-bland idea. The second interesting idea, then, comes in No More Looking Back, where Ray talks about how you never completely let go of the people who were important to you during your formative years. Oddly enough, this is also the track on the album I enjoy the most from a music standpoint; it's built on a foundation of rather dreamy keyboard sounds that the band had never used before, and it shows a passion in Ray's delivery that's kinda lacking elsewhere. In particular, the verse where he sings of seeing old faces everywhere he looks, but knowing that they're not really there, has the first powerful dose of emotion found on a Kinks album in a long long time.
Anyway, about the music on the rest of the album. Only one track comes close to outright bad (the seemingly un-ending jammy bore of Education), but only a couple of them (aside from No More Looking Back) even come close to minor classic status. The opening Schooldays, where Ray sings of the general theme of the album without getting into the specifics (i.e. the details that reveal the banality of the whole), has some emotional singing, nice piano and guitar (and an ok melody; also, don't forget the way it makes it clear this isn't gonna be another rock opera); its nice to have Dave sounding reasonable again. I'm also rather fond of Hard Way which, despite rewriting the I Can't Explain riff yet again, gives some actual rocking power to the album; Dave, at the least, once again sounds like he's having a blast playing simple driving chords over and over again.
Among the rest, Jack the Idiot Dunce and The First Time We Fall in Love each have a strong early Beach Boys feel (the former as a dorky 'rocker,' the latter as an ok ballad), especially in the vocals, and I'm in Disgrace is an ok lament on how Ray felt after getting dumped by his first love. The Last Assembly is kinda schlocky, though, and Finale is a rather pointless reprise of various album themes. And, as mentioned earlier, there's lot in the way of generic arena-rock elements to be found here, which isn't really a good thing.
Basically, this album isn't great, but at least it gave some hope for the future. It sold horrendously, though, and ended up as the last proper album done for RCA (the band put out an RCA-era greatest hits after this album). Get it before you get Preservation or Soap Opera, but that basically means to get it before the end of time.
Best song: Prince Of The Punks
Prince of the Punks is such a cool song! One might initially suspect that it would be an old-fart rant against that new-fangled punk genre, but it's really against poseurs who use the genre to look cooler than they really are (I don't buy for a second that it's actually trying to be punk). It's got a fun chorus, a decently catchy verse melody, and a neat guitar line consisting of one just hammering on one grumbling sound while the other plays a simple jangly riff that's amazingly effective. It may be improper to name this bonus track the best of the album, especially when I've technically been excluding the bonus tracks from best track consideration on previous Kinks albums, but this is such a terrific standout that I feel compelled to make an exception.
That shouldn't be considered a major indictment of the album itself, though. If you, like me, have trouble listening to the four Kinks albums previous to this one and get annoyed wondering what on earth happened to Ray's talent during that time, here's some advice: just pretend that The Kinks broke up in 1972 and that this is their reunion album. Seriously, this totally works as a first comeback album; it's nowhere near spectacular, but it betrays a start-to-finish competence that just didn't exist after the final notes of Celluloid Heroes died down on Everybody's in Showbiz. Yes, the songs could have been written by many groups other than The Kinks, and in a lot of cases feel like they have previously been written by groups other than The Kinks (from now on, idiosyncracy and serious originality was actively shunned by the group), but the songs are all, at the least, pretty ok. Many of them tend to fall back on elements of arena rock (there's a LOT of generic 'heavenly' soloing from Dave on here, who at least sounds pretty competent in this vein), but none of them come close to Foreigner-esque schlock. It does get a little annoying to realize that Ray is trying to make this album as generically palatable as possible, and that he REALLY REALLY wanted a hit single to come off of this (which didn't really happen), but I'll get over it.
Mentioning all the tracks on this album would be kinda pointless (they all sound ok, but they do sorta blend in together), but a few are worth namechecking. The opening Life on the Road is a nice, lightweight (both in feel and thematically; it does a good job of suggesting right away that this will not be another concept album, thank goodness) 'rocker' that feels a lot like Bob Seger, but since the melody is ok I don't hold that against it. Juke Box Music is a cute, blatant attempt at a 'throwback' hit, the MOR ballads Stormy Sky and Full Moon (which kinda feels like mid-period Procol Harum) both have decent enough melodies to rise above background status, and the closing Life Goes On actually sounds like it has something resembling passion (which is otherwise largely missing on this album). And hey, among the bonus tracks, Artificial Light and The Poseur might scream out filler, but aside from Prince of the Punks there's also an effective gloomy (mostly courtesy of the keyboards) pop number courtesy of On the Outside that certainly should have been included on the main album.
I guess the biggest thing that I want to get across is that, despite Ray's desperate attempt to get a hit single out of these sessions, these songs really work better in aggregate than they seem when listened to individually. Consistent competence should be given its due, even if that's a low bar to set for somebody who had as many great songs under his belt as Ray did by this time. For that reason, I give this a solid 7; this may not be the best that one can get from The Kinks, but it's definitely the best that could have come from The Kinks at this point.
theidiot7769@aim.com (12/27/07)
Sleepwalker is sort of the last great hurrah of The Kinks career for
me. While a few more of their albums during this period are
enjoyable, they still kind of qualify as "guilty pleasures", which
this one manages to avoid.
I really agree with your "this would be a good comeback album"
comment, but I'd take it even further in the positive direction. This
is really the last time The Kinks were clearly on the "good taste"
side of the fence, and I wouldn't necessarily even agree with the
"bland, MOR-ready" comments this album seems to attract. While it is
pretty middle-of-the-road sounding, it's not offensively so like the
next album would be. In my opinion, even if this album is rarely
spectacular, it's very good good throughout and even pretty resonant
and convincing whether doing rockers or ballads.
"Life on the Road" is as nice and convincing as songs with the "life
on the road" theme get, and the title track is a great "party-rocker"
with a very catchy melody. "Mr. Big Man" and "Juke Box Music" are the
obvious lowlights for me, while the former is pleasant if bland, the
latter slips to a level of genericism that the rest of the album
thankfully avoids. I also really like the way the album ends,
"Sleepless Night" is a sly, slick little rocker that almost recalls
Steely Dan, and "Stormy Sky" and "Full Moon" are both ASTOUNDINGLY
good as far as "MOR ballads" go; interestingly enough, while Dave's
constant "RAWK" guitar-work throughout the album seems to detract
from the "Stormy Sky" a little bit at first (it seems a little out of
place on a ballad, in other words), the song makes a surprisingly
well-done turn into something of a power-ballad at the end. "Life
Goes On" is, if not a particular highlight, still a very good way to
end the album; the trademark optimistic ballad =)
Overall, this album is high-quality and consitent enough, and such a
pleasing way to make a comeback after years of dull rock operas, that
I think I'd give it a weak 12/15.
P.S. I've never much liked Prince of the Punks. It's catchy enough,
but sort of corny in a way more fitting the next two albums than this
one, and the lyrical theme is kind of unfair if you know what I mean
(and I think you do).
Best song: Misfits
It also doesn't help that Ray clearly put more emphasis on lyrics than on melodies in crafting this album. It's funny to me that, in the liner notes, the author raves about Ray's diverse songwriting prowess on this album, and then immediately cites the diverse lyrical subject matter of the album instead of saying anything about the actual music. Well, if lyrics are more important to you than the music when listening to Kinks albums, I suppose I can see where this album could be dear to you; as suggested by the title, the songs are mostly about people who, for whatever reason, don't fit in with the world around them, and I can't argue against that striking a chord with somebody. Not that the lyrics are that good, mind you: Ray might have been trying his hand at character sketches again, but this is nowhere close to the level that Something Else reached. But anyway, the point is that Ray apparently decided that the best outlet for his creative idiosyncracies was in writing about unusual topics, and not in writing very interesting music.
Of the ten tracks, only four have left me with any reasonable desire to hear them again. The best of these is the opening title track, which actually has some nice melody twists that probably make this Ray's best ballad since Celluloid Heroes. The sound of it is awfully generic, of course, but I can ignore that in favor of the various positives it has. Two of the other tracks I enjoy happen to be the most lightweight lyrically on the album: Hay Fever quickly turns from sounding like a potentially somber ballad into a jolly Muswell-style rocker about allergies, and Permanent Waves is a fun pop song about breaking out of depression after getting a new hairstyle. And finally, as much as the overall sound and arrangement makes me cringe, I manage to find a good deal of resonance in Rock 'N' Roll Fantasy, where Ray sings about how he doesn't want to be one of those guys who sits in their room listening to music all day to escape reality. Frankly, I've been in the shoes of both Ray and the guy he's talking about; I've shut myself away from the world, indulging in musical pleasures, and I've watched with pity as others have done the same. Yup, if there's one song on here that would resonate with most fans of the band, it would be this one (even if, again, the sound of the song is kinda slick and gross).
I really don't have much use for the rest of the album, though. Black Messiah was just a poorly conceived song all around; if you take away the (potentially offensive, but not really) lyrics, what you're left with is very watered-down reggae. Out of the Wardrobe is an extremely flimsy ballad about a crossdresser (um, wasn't this territory mined already?), Live Life and Get Up are arena rock schlock of the highest caliber, Trust Your Heart is a rather ugly Dave-penned ballad-to-screamer multi-part number, and In a Foreign Land has completely eluded me after numerous listens. The melodies and riffs on these songs are all mediocre at the very best, and the sound just kills them all completely for me.
In the end, this is a disappointing (to me) followup to Sleepwalker. Many fans consider this one of the best of the latter-day Kinks albums, but the only way I can see that as possible is if somebody's priorities of what goes into a good album are drastically different from mine. Oddly enough, these are probably the same priorities that would make somebody consider Something Else the best Kinks album; make no mistake, though, this isn't in the same league as SE.
PS: The one bonus track here that's not just a single remix of an album track is a terrific up-tempo pop-rocker called Father Christmas, which has a great melody and some amusing lyrics about Santa getting mugged. Related to this song, I want to share the following story, taken some years back from a message board I read:
"In 1977, the Kinks released a single called 'Father Christmas', just in time for the Holidays. Of course, true to Mr. Ray Davies, the song was
quite cynical about Christmas and thus didn't sell very well.
Anyway, in mid-December that year, the Kinks did a special Christmas show in London. During this period, they would usually finish off the shows with 'You Really Got Me'. But, for this special show, they decided to ditch that song all together and instead do 'Father Christmas' as the
final encore. Ray also came up with the brilliant idea that, in true yuletide spirit, he would dress up as Santa Claus for that one song.
So, the idea was that, before the final encore, Ray would quickly change into his Santa outfit backstage while the other guys walked on stage.
Then, with everyone set, Ray would make his grand entrance as Santa Claus and the band would launch into the song.
However, Dave decided to pull a little improvised prank on his brother. As soon as Dave saw Ray enter the stage dressed up as Santa, he instead went into the familiar opening riff to 'You Really Got Me'. The band followed suite and the audience went crazy. Ray was completely dumbfounded. Here he was in full Santa Claus costume, expecting to do his his biting ode to Christmas and instead having to sing 'You Really Got Me' from under his fake beard. He had no choice but to play along. Every once in a while, Ray looked over to his brother, snarling and sneering. The audience didn't know what was going on - they probably just thought it was a seasonal gesture on Ray's part. His way of saying 'merry Christmas'.
As soon as they got off stage, Ray exploded - hurling insults and names at his brother, finishing it all off with throwing his beard at him.
As Dave writes in his autobiography, he had never 'had a Santa Claus call
me a fucking cunt before'."
theidiot7769@aim.com (12/27/07)
I was really kind of interested in this album more than the others
from the "silver era", because, while AMG (for unknown reasons) hails
it as some kind of lost classic, everyone else seems to pick it out
as a particular lowpoint of late 70's-early 80's years. Since the
only songs I'd heard from it beforehand were the title track and Rock
'n' Roll Fantasy, which both struck me as being minor classics (the
former more so than the latter), I kind of wondered if it was really
THAT bad.
...and it is!
But sort of interesting nonetheless. Well, I mean, after staying well
on the good side of the fence on Sleepwalker, this album dives
straight into bland, bland, bland MOR-style production and
instrumentation, which isn't too interesting, but a lot of this album
almost holds "so-bad-it's-good" appeal for me. The funny thing about
it is that, melodically, I don't feel it's all that bad, it's just
that Ray was clearly loosing any sense of good judgement around this
time, so he finds ways to mess up his pleasantly bland numbers. "Hay
Fever" is such a hilariously inept, non-rocking attempt at a mindless
rock song that it's almost entertaining, and the closing "Get Up" is
a hilariously inept attempt at the classic optimistic Kinks closer,
except this time the lyrics are so cliche and cookie-cutter that Ray
decides he needs to growl and shout in the most over the top way
possible to bring them to life, without much success. "Black Messiah"
is almost like watchi ng a train wreck in progress, as Ray delivers
an incredibly thoughtless and racist set of lyrics, it's hard not to
wonder what the hell he was thinking. I know he didn't intend them to
sound as offensive as they are, but he should have been a lot more
aware than to shout lines like "Don't want no Black Messiah!".
"Out of the Wardrobe" is the height of things; while sort of a
good-intentioned (I think) ballad about a crossdresser, it features
more groaner lines like "You see, he's not a faggot as you might
suppose". BUT, and this is a big "but", as dumb as it might be, the
"cause when he puts on that dress, he looks like a princess!" chorus
is (and I will continue to insist this), and almost incredibly catchy
hook. Dave is nice enough to contribute his own bad song with the
incoherent shouting that is "Trust Your Heart". The three other
"rockers" are not THAT bad, just more bland and generic, even if
"Live Life" goes on way too long and is way too corny to get a
thumbs-up from me.
The album's saving grace are the two more weighty ballads, the title
track and Rock 'n' Roll Fantasy, both of which are minor classics
(the former more so than the latter). I do have some problems with
the lyrics to Rock 'n' Roll Fantasy. Again, I know what point Ray is
trying to make here, but he does sort of cross the line into
"insulting".
I'd probably agree with your 8/15, even if that's being a bit
generous.
Best song: (Wish I Could Fly Like) Superman
I mean, just look at a song like Catch Me Now I'm Falling. As Prindle said, it basically repeats 3 parts 400,000 times apiece, and it has the audacity to have the clearest outright THEFT (of another artist's work: Ray would steal more blatantly from himself on the next studio album) in the band's whole catalogue thanks to the Jumping Jack Flash imitation of the riff. But here's the thing: all those parts are GOOD, and I'm pleased as punch to hear that riff and Ray singing, "Now I'm calling all citizens from all over the world, this is Captain America calling" or "Now I call your office on the telephone, and your secretary tells me that she's sorry, but you've gone out of town" over and over again. It's overlong, it's completely unoriginal, and it's cheesy as hell, but it's catchy, anthemic and it makes me happy every time I hear it. What a great song.
The immortal classic, of course, is the disco-rock bliss of (Wish I Could Fly Like) Superman. This song is so tacky that it really shouldn't work; from the porno baseline to the cheap lyrical cliches (though the lines where he describes his morning routine are endearingly cute) to the big big distorted guitar sounds, it almost feels like Ray's saying, "Ok, seriously guys, if I don't get a hit out of this, I'm taking my stuff and going home" with every single note. That I think it rules, and that lots of people with otherwise vaguely 'respectable' taste think likewise, just kinda blows my mind. Whatever may be, though, the song proves that even somebody as honkified as Ray Davies could get lucky (and believe me, he got lucky: there's no way in HELL this song should work as a Kinks song) in trying his hand at trashy dance music, and rules from start to finish.
The rest of the album has its definite ups and downs, but leaves a good impression overall. Relative low points would probably have to be In a Space (which is just a bit too hollow and screamy for my tastes), Misery (I still have no idea how this pop punk number goes) and Gallon of Gas (proving that The Kinks still can't convincingly play 'black' music), but I don't hate any of them. On the other end of the spectrum, I'm totally sold on things like the opening Attitude (with a fascinating guitar pattern and fun "doot doot ..." backing vocals in the chorus), Pressure (a number that would have fit in marvelously on Some Girls: it's Chuck Berry crossed with punk, after all), the title track (a great stomping rocker with a hilarious vocal performance and lyrics about, well, living life as a poor person) and even the nice ballad Little Bit of Emotion, which provides an effective interlude amidst the endless barrage of high-quality cheese. Oh, and while neither National Health nor the closing Moving Pictures particularly excite me, I don't mind having them on one bit.
So basically, while this will never be one of my very favorite Kinks albums, mainly because I have little desire to become a complete idiot, it's still a necessity just for the novelty factor. This is one of the most over-the-top sellouts I've ever heard from a major artist, but it's also one of the most successful sellouts in terms of getting me to enjoy it, and that can't be ignored. If you want to get into the Arista era of the band, this is probably the place to start... as long as you have a sense of humor.
theidiot7769@aim.com (12/27/07)
Er, uhm, well, I've pretty much agreed with you on just about every
Kinks - 1964 Pye
4 (7)
Kinda Kinks - 1965 Pye
6 (9)
Kinkssize / Kinkdom - 1988 Rhino
8 (11)
The Kink Kontroversy - 1965 Pye
7 (10)
Face To Face - 1966 Pye
8 (12)
Something Else - 1967 Pye
8 (12)
The Village Green Preservation Society - 1968 Pye
9 (13)
*Arthur (Or The Decline And Fall Of The British Empire) - 1969 Pye*
10 (14)
Lola Vs. Powerman And The Moneygoround, Part 1 - 1970 Pye
7 (11)
Soundtrack From The Film "Percy" - 1971 Pye
6 (9)
Kink Kronikles - 1972 Reprise
9 (13)
Muswell Hillbillies - 1971 RCA
8 (12)
Everybody's In Showbiz - 1972 RCA
7 (11)
Preservation Act 1 - 1973 RCA
3 (6)
Preservation Act 2 - 1974 RCA
4 (7)
A Soap Opera - 1975 RCA
4 (7)
Schoolboys In Disgrace - 1975 RCA
6 (9)
Sleepwalker - 1977 Arista
7 (11)
Misfits - 1978 Arista
5 (8)
Low Budget - 1979 Arista
7 (11)