Neil Young dreams of chrome

 Chrome Dreams (2023) 

 

Neil Young

 

 

Neil Young deemed the tracks on Chrome Dreams unfit for release in the mid-’70s when they were recorded for an album of this name, but any Neil Young fan knows them all anyway, as they are available on various other albums, albeit presumably re-recorded to Young’s standards.

 

Young has an extensive program of archival releases of previously unreleased studio tracks and live shows recorded throughout his career and I suppose it’s manna from heaven for the Young completists who want to hear every recorded track ever, with false starts, outtakes, alternative mixes, whatever.

 

Bob Dylan has a similar expansive programme of bringing  archival material to market.

 

I suppose there is something to be said for gaining new insight into an artist’s creative thoughts and processes and to hear stuff that just wasn’t deemed fit for release, or wouldn’t fit on a record, way back in the past. Sometimes,  an unheard gem pops up and you marvel at the quality of output that would designate this track to the vault because it was deemed surplus to requirements.

 

This version of “Sedan Delivery,” the weakest tune on Rust Never Sleeps,  is more deliberate and in keeping with the mid-‘70s Young sound, and it’s interesting to hear a different take on the song but I could’ve lived without it.

 

On the other hand, “Powderfinger” is one of my favourites off Rust Never Sleeps (along with “Thrasher”) and this introspective, acoustic, almost demo, version of a central rocker off Rust, is lovely but not as tough as “Thrasher”  and not essential other than as an example of a song sketch that came to life with an electric band.

 

The other acoustic based tracks are also no more than pleasant listening. 

 

My thoughts on Neil Young’s releases over the last couple of decades is that he’s just running on reputation and recording and releasing music because he has a need to write and record and  his record company allows him to do so, and not because there is any truly creative spark left in him.  He should be putting out music once every three or four years, not annually.

 

Chrome Dreams is redundant and is superfluous to requirements. The tracks aren’t radically or interestingly different  to the hitherto “official” versions and it’s one of those albus one listens to once out of curiosity and then shelves for ever. 

 

If Neil Young is making any money from this kind of releases, it’s just a cash grab. The product has been in vault for years and you don’t need to incur much material expenses, other than the pressing of records or compact discs, to get the product out to the market place. 

 

 

 

Taj Farrant

 I’d seen various short videos on Taj Farrant, at the time a 9-year-old guitar prodigy from Australia over the last few years. He was a small, dreadlocked, blonde boy with a big, flat-brimmed black hat and some serious guitars and equipment, showing off his astonishing guitar skills. I thought his father was the person behind the camera and was intent on making his son a social media sensation, which seems to be the contemporary route to fame and riches.  Oddly, though, it wasn’t very interesting once one got beyond the initial fascination with the facility with which this kind played guitar.  On the one hand he must have a freakish talent and on the other hand he must practice a lot.

 

Now I’ve come across a video on YouTube of  the older Taj Farrant, and his drum playing sister Jazel, on stage at Th. e Meteor Guitar Gallery, Bentonville, Arizona where he did a three-night stand in March 2023.  Taj is backed by a second guitarist, bassist and drummer and plays two sets of covers of mostly guitar songs by the likes of Gary Moore (the blues Moore), Stevie Ray Vaughan (Farrant is obviously quite partial to these two), Jeff Healey and Jimi Hendrix, but Farrant also does some of his own songs and touts his CD with, presumably, more original songs.

 

Farrant is excitable, chatty and unselfconsciously engaging and he sure can play the guitar well. From this set one doesn’t know whether he writes his own songs or whether his talent is purely and simply the ability to render note perfect copies of the well-known songs he performs, i.e., he is no more than a human jukebox.

 

There is a market for this kind of thing. There are numerous tribute bands plying their trade all over the world and bands who can regurgitate popular hits, whether oldies but goodies or contemporary hits, can always get a gig.  I don’t get it. Most cover bands or artists either do mediocre versions of the classics or they do such note perfect versions that it’s scary. Either way, it’s redundant for me. I’d rather listen to a band, any band, playing their own stuff. If I feel like a bit of, for example, ZZ Top, I’ll spin their records and not seek out a band of bearded individuals who not only try their best to look like Billy, Gibbons, Dusty Hill and Frank Beard but do their best imitations of the speech and  playing of those individuals.  Ersatz can never beat the real thing.

 

Farrant plays a Fender Strat, a Gibson Les Paul and a Gibson Flying V for the band numbers and  also an acoustic guitar for a couple of tunes.

 

The first set ends with a blues rock version or Hendrix’s “Red House,” which irks me, because I prefer the more sensitive, proper blues version of the tune as performed by Hendrix and because Farrant’s version is just so generic.

 

The second set opens with Farrant toting an acoustic guitar and playing Soundgarden’s “Black Hole Sun” (at least a different take on the tune) and Lynyrd Skynyrd’s “Simple Man,” where the acoustic take is quite effective though he just doesn’t have Ronnie van Zant’s voice to carry off the song with conviction.

 

From here Farrant switched to an electric guitar and performs his own composition, “Crossroads” (not Robert Johnson’s tune), a reflection on the myth of selling your soul to the Devil in exchange for success.

 

When the band set resumes, Jazel is on drums for one song, and it’s back to the guitar song covers with a Jeff Healy tune, yet a detour to his own rocker, “Hit the Ground,” which is fun but not a work of genius.

 

The second guitarist gets his own feature turn, singing and playing solos, on “Pride and Joy” and he and Farrant do some guitar duelling for good measure. I can’t tell whether either of them is any better than the other.

 

The first set opener was a jazzy Stevie Ray Vaughan instrumental and, fittingly, the second set closer is a rocking Gary Moore instrumental on which Farrant audaciously plays his guitar behind his back, the first and only bit of showmanship of the night.

 

There’s no doubting that Taj Farrant plays a guitar exceedingly well and if it’s your pleasure to attend a gig where the band performs beloved blues rock guitar tunes just about as good as the original artists, nut in your home town, than he’s your guy. Presumably, he now plays mostly cover versions to draw in the crowd, slipping in just enough original numbers to showcase his songwriting without alienating a crowd who came for the cover versions, but in due course, as he tours more and becomes better known, the originals will outnumber the cover versions.

 

Farrant can probably have a good, financially rewarding career playing Gary Moore and Stevie Ray Vaughan songs, for which there will always be an audience, but the real test will be when he focuses on his own material. 

 

Joe Bonamassa was also a child guitar prodigy and has since become a major force in the  blues rock field with his own songs. His muscular, verging on rock, take on guitar blues doesn’t appeal to me, partly because he seems to be more technically fixated than on deep blues emotion. Perhaps it’s because it seems that guitar technique just come easily to him, though I’m sure he practices hard to make it seem easy. Taj Farrant is probably as talented and works as hard and will, all things being equal, go as far in his musical career, and I hope he can do it with this own music.

 

I still don't like Genesis

 

Genesis’s lifespan is divided into two parts: firstly, the high prog years with Peter Gabriel on vocals; and, secondly, the period where the prog part declines and the commercial AOR success with Phil Collins on vocals.  

 

I was exposed to some of that first period by listening to a Saturday late night music show on the English Service of the SABC, which focused on prog rock and similar styles, and heard much more of the music from the second period because Radio 5 played the pop hits to death. They also heavily favoured Collins’ solo hits.

 

The music of the Gabriel years made no impression on me, mostly because it was too genteel, noodly and “intellectual” for me at an age where my  preferred acts were Slade, T Rex, Suzi Quatro, Deep Purple and David Bowie.  I actively disliked the releases of the Collins period because the music still didn’t appeal to me and because I actively loath Phil Collins’ voice and style of singing.

 

 As a rule, I don’t care for prog rock and jazz fusion (both big genre in the ‘70s) at all and the only somewhat prog band I favour, if indeed they fall in that category, is Pink Floyd because the music is more standard rock, with intriguing lyrics, than the stuff of, say, Yes or Genesis.

 

I’ve recently listened to the Genesis albums of the Gabriel era in sequence  and this experience has reinforced my assessment of the music and of my attitude towards it.  It might be the top echelon of composed rock music  intricately arranged and with thoughtful, thought provoking, poetic lyrics, but it’s still music  I’ll never listen to again because there is no visceral excitement or enjoyment to be had, other than the simple intellectual appreciation of the effort. 

 

I’ve also realised that Peter Gabriel and Phil Collins’ voices are rather similar, though the irritation factor on Collins is higher than that of Gabriel.

 

One of UK punk’s tenets was that it came to destroy “dinosaur rock” with endless guitar solos and drum solos, and if early Genesis is powered by keyboards and not so much my guitar, I would imagine that it was as  much a dinosaur as anyone of their peer group.  Punk didn’t succeed in killing prog rock, though it became  considerably less fashionable than it had been in the early to mid-‘70s, mostly because the hardcore prog fans were fanatically loyal and no doubt sneered at punk rock for the technical shortcomings of the punk musicians. It seems, to this day, that there are many people, probably those who  got into prog rock when they were in their teens, who still dote on and champion prog rock, and not only the classic bands but also more contemporary practitioners.  My own tastes run to more basic, simple rock and I don’t think I will ever like prog rock. I suppose one’s musical tastes are formed by the bands or acts you like when you are a teenager and in my case that’s true, not so much for the bands but the style of music and I don’t care for music I must appreciate intellectually rather than with my gut.    Genesis doesn’t make the kind of music that brings a stupid grin to my face and makes me want no get up and dance awkwardly.

The MC5 motors on

 

There is quite a bit of material on the MC5 on YouTube, from documentaries to clips of live performances and some full shows.

 

My favourite MC5 clips are two songs at Tartar Field in 1970, where they perform “Rambling Rose” and “Kick Out the Jams” and a longer set recorded for the German rock music show Beat Club in 1972, presumably during their European tour of that year.

 

The Tartar Field show features a blistering rendition of “Rambling Rose” during which guitarist Wayne Kramer, whose song this is, puts on a real show for what seems to be a small audience, but Rob Tyner en Fred ‘Sonic’ Smith also are no slouches at throwing rock ‘n roll shapes.  The two songs give us a brief glimpse of what the powerful, incendiary force the  MC5 must’ve been on stage in their heyday.

 

The Beat Club performance is filmed in brilliant, high-definition colour against a blue screen probably because of the Beat Club producers’ penchant for psychedelic backgrounds to these kinds of shows. Rob Tyner wears a bright, spangly jacket and Wayne Kramer sports a slightly oversized green spangly jacket. This must be their homage to glam rock.

 

The band does a short “festival” set of their best-known tracks, mostly from Kick Out the Jams, in less high energy fashion than the Tartar Field clip, but still with a lot of power and one is always impressed with how they play. It’s a pity that the band seems to have rarely performed anything off High Time, the final studio album, and therefore repeated the same set lists drawn from the first two records.

 

Currently, Wayne Kramer is the only founding member of the MC5 who still performs, seeing as how Tyner, Fred ‘Sonic’ Smith and Michael Davis have died, and drummer Denis Thompson doesn’t seem to be as active, and Kramer has led various incarnations of the MC5, under that name, or as MC50 or We Are All MC5, with various different musicians.

 

Nowadays, Kramer is a bald, middle class looking guy in stark contrast to the rock ‘n rebel looks of the first coming of the MC5 though his socio-political views remain pretty much the same. He’s had a solo career but presumably never became more popular than the MC5, not commercially successful at the time but increasingly influential amongst musicians and the hip, and now, in line with so many acts from the ‘60’s and ‘70s who’ve realised how much money there was still to be made from playing to their old fanbase, now as old the band members, and the occasional younger, new convert, Kramer can cash in on the huge  name the MC5 has in rock history. The pity is that he  can draw on only  three albums’ worth of music, and perhaps some unreleased tunes, which makes for good times if you’re a fan and want to hear the classic tunes from those classic albums but seems a bit sad to me.

 

The band performing as We Are All MC5 are obviously proficient and can rock as hard as anybody, but none of them are in their early twenties anymore, with none of the brio, arrogance and simple energy the MC5 would’ve had back in the late ‘60s or very early ‘70s and for most part they do sound like an MC5 tribute band, with a contemporary rock sound,  rather than the real thing.

 

The cliché is that so many now famous bands claim that they never thought it could happen, never imagined that they could have a career lasting beyond about 5 years and, like Mick Jagger, didn’t think they would be, or would want to be, in the rock and roll game at the age of 30 or beyond. However, many, many bands have had very long careers, with varying degrees of success and generally a reduction in popular profile and record sales to boot, but are still able to tour, if they want, and to play to audiences all over the world and make a decent living, provided the live set contains all hits and the crowd pleasers. These bands have become brands and own the commercially viable Intellectual Property of their songs, and why shouldn’t they exploit these opportunities?  So what, if Wayne Kramer must play and sing  “Rambling Rose” every night and repeat “Kick Out the Jams,”  “Motor City is Burning,”  “The American Ruse,” “Looking At You” and  “Tonight” at every gig. The paying audiences want to hear those tunes.

 

As I’ve said, the Tartar Field clip is the best MC5 I’ve seen, with the Beat Club show second, but other than that, I’d rather just listen to the records than watch and listen to the more contemporary shows that can’t replicate the freshness and sharpness of those albums.

 

Frumpy

  

Frumpy came to my attention during a period when I watched a series of YouTube videos featuring or showcasing German rock of the late ‘60s and early ‘70s, the so-called Krautrock years. Unlike the experimental Can, the ethereal Tangerine Dream, the anarchic Amon Düül II, the brutal jazz-rock of Birth Control, the metronomic electronics of Kraftwerk or the experimentalism of Neu! and Faust, Frumpy seemed to be a pretty enjoyable, straightforward blues rock band with progressive urges, from the video examples,  and I paid them no more attention.

 

Recently, also on YouTube, I came across a Rockpalast (the German WDR television service’s premier live rock show) presentation of a documentary about Frumpy’s lead singer, Inga Rumpf, called My Life is a Boogie.  Not only did I learn that she had quite a career before Frumpy but also well beyond it, but I also learnt that she has a solid grounding in blues and gospel, hence her vocal style.  Frumpy was also a band that obviously aimed at an audience well beyond Germany, with Rumpf singing in English.

 

Frumpy was relatively short-lived in its first incarnation, was more popular in Germany than anywhere else and released three studio albums and a live album.  There are also two compilation albums of that first period.  The band reunited, with only Rumpy, Kravetz and Bohn,  in 1990 and released two studio albums, with a crowd of additional musicians, and a live album with a smaller core band.

 

Of course, the earlier albums are very much of their time and probably somewhat dated but they are quite good, and with some tunes  being quite excellent, and Rumpf elevates any song she touches.  Frumpy may not have had much international success because it was simply selling American style rock to the English language community, which had plenty of similar bands already, but I believe that Frumpy is a cut above most of their contemporaries and should’ve had more success and Inga Rumpf should’ve been an international star.

 

 

 

 

All Will Be Changed (1970)

Tracks: 

1. Life Without Pain             (3:50)
2. Rosalie, Part 1                 (6:00)
3. Otium                                 (4:22)
4. Rosalie, Part 2                 (4:14)
5. Indian Rope Man             (3:19)
6. Morning                             (3:24)
7. Floating, Part 1                (7:39)
8. Baroque                            (7:36)
9. Floating, Part 2                (1:25)

Bonus tracks on reissues:

10. Roadriding                      (4:02)
11. Time Makes Wise          (2:49)

 

The debut album is performed by an instrumental trio of keyboards (mostly electronic organ) (Jean-Jacques Kravetz), bass ) (Karl-Heinz Schott)  and drums (Carsten Bohn), with Inga Rump as lead vocalist.  I guess you’d call it heavy, progressive blues rock with some tunes, such as early hit “Indian Rope Man.”

 

“Rosalie, Pt 1 -  Otium - Rosalie Pt 2” and “Floating, Pt1 -Baroque - Floating, Pt, 2” are two sets of suites with extended instrumental passages, mostly organ, and even a drum solo in the second one. These are obviously the progressive heart of the record which would otherwise be a more orthodox blues rock outing.  The three instrumentalists all have a chance to shine and one doesn’t miss the absence of guitars;  Schott is a very agile, versatile and rhythmically solid yet melodic bassist.

 

Opening track “Life Without Pain” is a rousing, gospel rock track that one can see as a concert highlight, en penultimate track, “Roadriding” features heavy guitar by an uncredited guitarist.

 

“Roadriding” and “Time Makes Wise” are bonus tracks on CD releases.

 

 

Frumpy 2 (1971)

Tracks: 

1. Good Winds                                 (10:02)
2. How The Gipsy Was Born         (10:05)
3. Take Care Of Illusion                  (7:30)
4. Duty                                                           (12:09)

Rainer Baumann comes into the line-up as guitarist.

 

The album has four tracks (presumably two a side of a conventional single LP), of which three clock in at 10 minutes or longer and the shortest track is seven and a half minutes.

 

“How the Gypsy Was Born,” “Take Care of Illusion” and “Duty” seem to have become concert staples.

 

The immediate impression is that the production smooths out some of the edges of the debut, is slightly muddier  and reduces the volume and the power. I suppose this is what one calls becoming more sophisticated.

 

“Good Winds” is more elegiac, psychedelic groove opener than the bravura of “Life Without Pain” from the debut and sets the tone for the extended pieces that follow.

 

“How the Gypsy  Was Born” sounds like an instant classic, with Rumpf’s fragile, brittle, soulful yet powerful vocals front and centre, plenty of hooks and excellent lyrics. Two Baumann solos are overdubbed to create a twin lead guitar effect.  Kravetz is still the dominant, star soloist, though.

 

“Take Care of Illusion” and “Duty” pale a bit by comparison but both are excellent examples of psychedelic, experimental Frumpy, with the latter tune an examination of a possibly characteristic event (parents turning in their deserting son) of Nazi Germany during World War II.

 

 

By the Way (1972)

Tracks: 

1. Goin' To The Country     (3:40)
2. By The Way                      (8:51)
3. Singing Songs                  (7:02)
4. I'm Afraid Big Moon         (6:25)
5. Release                             (8:50)
6. Keep On Going                (5:25)

 

Erwin Kania plays additional keyboards on the record.

 

“Goin’ to the Country” is a lively blues stomper with slide guitar and rollicking piano and it’s as good an up-tempo opener as “Life Without Pain” is on All Will Be Changed,  and by far the shortest track of the 6 on the record.  

 

Both the title track and “Release” are almost 9 minutes long,   and three other tracks are respectively longer than 5, 6 and 7 minutes.

 

The title track is a jazzy-prog, grand philosophical rumination and most connected to the style of the debut album, while “Singing Songs” is about the equally philosophical reflections of a musician on stage, musing about the relationship between performer and audience, and the first of the rousing four final tracks that emphasise the blues and soul roots of the song writing and Rumpf’s vocal style, and are the engaging kind of songs that hooks one in to the band. 

 

There were many progressive hard rock bands, and many German rock bands, of the early to mid-‘70s who ploughed the same instrumental and conceptual furrow as Frumpy, but none of them had the ultimate weapon of Inga Rumpf as vocalist.  

 

 

Frumpy Live (1973)

Tracks:

1. Keep On Going                (12:06)
2. Singing Songs                  (8:54)
3. Backwater Blues              (4:56)
4. Duty                                   (17:35)
5. To My Mother                   (11:34)
6. Release                             (22:00)
7. Take Care Of Illusion      (8:54)
8. Duty                                   (7:33)
9. Floating                             (12:14)

"Duty" and "Floating"  are bonus tracks on later versions of the album, having been previously released in 1970. 

 

Live is a great, rip-roaring mid-‘70s memento of Frumpy’s signature style of psychedelic blues-rock, with plenty tracks to stretch out on and jam, with accomplished musicians on top of their game and fully capable of improvising at length yet  still keeping it interesting and compelling. I suppose it’s a snapshot of the typical underground, progressive rock  band of the time. Rumpf’s soulful, blues inflected vocals are always worth the price of admission on any Frumpy release and she’s in her element here, communicating and connecting with her audience.

 

For some inexplicable reason, “How the Gypsy was Born,” Frumpy’s most identifiable hit, isn’t featured.  

 

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I don’t know what the three ‘90s albums sound like but my guess is that they would be considerably different to the ‘70s band, if only for the mass of contributing musicians, and with considerably less charm.  After Frumpy first broke up,  Rumpf went on to front Atlantis, a typical mid- to late ‘70s AOR that sought, unsuccessfully, to find a break in the USA but this band was truly selling ice to Eskimos and the product, however technically proficient the musicianship, has nothing like the power and charm of full-throttle Frumpy.

 

Inga Rumpf: An appreciation

 

I first came to know of Inga Rumpf as lead singer for Frumpy, one of the early ‘70s German rock bands loosely lumped together with the broad group of  Krautrock bands, though never included in the core “experimental” bands such as Can, Kraftwerk, Tangerine Dream, Neu!, Popol Vuh, and others of that ilk.  Frumpy was a blues rock band with a strong female vocalist, one of the few woman in the Deutsch rock of the era.

 

The news, to me, was that Inga Rumpf had a completely different earlier career, from a very young age, before Frumpy, though some of it would’ve been, so to speak, the training period for the band. In her earlier career she sang folk and Black gospel songs, either as solo act or as part of a group, the City Preachers, and even, briefly, was groomed to be a schlager (anodyne German pop) singer but this potentially commercially profitable direction was not to her taste or inclination, which was to go on weird, interesting and challenging tangents and not necessarily to follow the path expected of her, or young women singers in Germany at the time.  

 

Rumpf has a wonderful, powerful and expressive voice, perfect for expressing the emotion in blues and soul songs. One wonders, if she were an American, if she’d have followed a Janis Joplin-like curve of success or whether her career would have been more similar to that of Lydia Pense, the lead singer of Cold Blood, a band that followed the Kozmic Blues Band approach to horn driven soul rock, and Pense’s voice, if one weren’t paying attention, was a ringer for Joplin.  Cold Blood was well-known enough to be one of the bands that played the final shows at the Filmore East before it closed, but never achieved mainstream success. The thing is, Pense still has a career, some 50 years after Joplin died.  Inga Rumpf has also had a long and varied career, in Germany and internationally, without becoming a superstar yet has survived intact and with a back catalogue of intriguing, highly entertaining records.

 

Rumpf went from Frumpy to Atlantis, a heavier aggregation that toured the USA, and supported some big names, but weren’t prepared to put in the hard work of conquering a vast country and probably didn’t have proper record company support either. By die late ‘70s Rumpf, with a curly contemporary perm replacing the long straight hair of the hippie years, attempted a solo pop rock career and in the ‘80s she cut her hair modishly short, wore the highly identifiable fashion of the times and followed and electronic pop and rock direction, and switched from writing and singing in English to writing and singing in German, all of it clearly aimed at maximum commercial success, before returning to the  (English) blues and gospel music with which she started her career for the balance of her life. in a way it is a typical career path of so many of her contemporaries on the British and US rock scene where artists and bands who came to prominence in the ‘60s struggled to adapt to the times when they hit their thirties and forties. By and large the ‘80s were not a good decade for the music of these older artists who changed their original sound according to contemporary production styles and dressed in contemporary fashion, very little of which matched the stylishness of mid-‘60s fashion, never mind the rock star satin and tat of the  glam ‘70s.

 

Rumpf went through the same cycle and then returned to her roots where she was most comfortable and appealing to her audience.

 

If Rumpf had been born in the USA or had been prepared to move there to push her career forward, she might well have been a household name there, something like Bonnie Raitt (Rumpf sings, play bottleneck slide guitar and writes her own songs) for, after all, one of the highlights of her career is that Tina Turner recorded one of Rumpf’s songs and released it as a B-side of a successful single.  As it is, Rumpf may be well-known in her homeland but is no more than a footnote to rock cognoscenti elsewhere, if they were interested in German rock music, and one would imagine has a comfortable life performing when she wants to and intermittently releasing records, secure in her place in the world and without a need to be a superstar.  She sounds authentic when she speaks and when she sings. 

 

On Apple Music, Frumpy is represented solely by a compilation album but there are quite a few solo, so to speak, Rumpf albums, such as collections of her early blues and gospel recordings, with the City Preachers amongst others, and more recent music.  For some peculiarly amusing reason Atlantis’ eponymous debut album from 1973 is combined with the albums of what looks like a typical schlager combo.

 

Frumpy’s style is typical of the heavy, organ dominated  German bands of the Krautrock era, with Rumpf’s strong bluesy vocals front and centre.  Atlantis is more progressive, more jazzy and less heavy and somehow less tuneful than Frumpy. The electronic organ sound of Frumpy is replaced by synthesisers and an anodyne AOR sound. Rumpf’s unique voice is the only common denominator and seems wasted in Atlantis where none of the songs stand out.

 

As often the case, YouTube is the forum for the rest of the Frumpy albums, including the excellent Frumpy Live from 1972, showcasing a groove-based blues rock band, with long jams and Rumpf’s powerful, slightly hoarse, soulful vocals.  A Frumpy concert must have been an experience and I’m surprised that this band didn’t try to make it in the USA, rather than the more banal Atlantis.  Frumpy would’ve have done well supporting, for example, the Allman Brothers Band or Lynyrd Skynyrd. Surprisingly, the signature song,  “How the Gypsy was Born” isn’t featured on this live set.  

 

Someone in the Rockpalast documentary explains the failure of Frumpy and/or Atlantis to make it in the USA, in addition to the lack of enthusiasm for spending years on the touring circuit there, that it would be like exporting ice to the Eskimos for a German band  hoping to make it in the USA by playing American style rock.  I can’t see why Frumpy would not have made it, if they were prepared to put in the work. Their music was not esoteric Krautrock but had enough blues, soul and groove,  not to mention extended organ and guitar solos, to appeal to the American heartland,  and if the Southern rock bands could do it, Frumpy could do it too.

 

I don’t know, but I hope Inga Rumpf has made at least a comfortable living from her musical career, in all its variations, and is kind of famous in Germany, if not all over the world. She writes good songs and has a marvellous voice,  and deserves  huge success and acclaim but perhaps, ultimately, she was more interested and found satisfaction in following her own, idiosyncratic path rather than pander to crass commercial interests.

 

Rock writers fawn over the Krautrock royalty of Can, Kraftwerk, Tangerine Dream, Neu! and the few other bands generally referred to in that context, but Inga Rumpf deserves as much attention and as many kudos.

 

In Memoriam: Tom Verlaine

                                                         IN MEMORIAM: TOM VERLAINE

13 December 1949  to 28 January 2023

 

There was an article by, I think, Lisa Robinson, in the August 1975 issue of Hit Parader magazine, the first rock publication I ever bought, and the first publication if bought regularly, with the NME following after that, about the then newly revived and vibrant New York scene, which mentioned, among other bands, Talking Heads, Blondie, the Ramones, Television and The Heartbreakers. There was also an article by Charles Shaar Murray about the UK music scene, mostly about Led Zeppelin, but that also was the first mention in print I read of Dr Feelgood.

 

For me and my musical education, that was a seminal issue of Hit Parader.

 

As I recall, the mention of Television in the piece was really about Richard Hell having left the band and forming The Heartbreakers with Johnny Thunders (ex- New York Dolls) and though I got the impression that Tom Verlaine and Hell were two prime movers of the scene and that Television was quite important as breaking the ground for the scene, there was no more information than that.

 

NME gave the debut album, Marquee Moon (1977), an effusively enthusiastic review, rating it as a masterpiece, and was considerably less in awe of the follow up Adventure (1978), and this has been the conventional view since, although some critics have reassessed Adventure  and now rate it highly too.

 

Marquee Moon has one of the most iconic, highly recognisable album covers ever.

 

I only bought a CD copy of Marquee Moon in the late ‘90s, and was quite impressed with it, but I did buy Verlaine’s solo debut, Tom Verlaine,  (after a very positive review in NME) in 1979 and was hugely enthralled by it. It has the same tough, angular sound as Television’s music yet is also quite melodic and funny and weird in places.  Around this time, I also bought Richard Lloyd’s even more pop-influenced and tuneful debut solo album, but where it is the kind of sweet confection that paled after a while, and about which I no longer feel as keen as I did then, Verlaine’s album is as strong and enjoyable as ever even after a lengthy period of not having heard it all. I would say I like it even better than Marquee Moon.

 

Adventure is more reflective, less exuberant and smoother in sound than the debut album, but there is still plenty strong, sharp, innovative guitar interplay and, if it’s not as impressive at first exposure as Marquee Moon, it’s mostly down to brilliant surprise of the debut; the band certainly didn’t set out to make Marquee Moon II.  Adventure rewards repeated listening.

 

The second solo album, Dreamtime (1980) is more angular, tougher and in a way less approachable than Tom Verlaine, as if he were reaching for a more extreme, less appealing,  way of expressing himself,  but it’s identifiably the work of the same visionary who wrote the songs on Marquee Moon.

 

Verlaine, Hell and Television are credited with opening up the late ‘70s New York scene and spearheading the wave of new acts, though not being quite punk themselves,  that influenced and inspired the UK punk movement of 1976 and 1977. Where the UK bands were of a piece, the important New York bands (Television, Talking Heads, Blondie, Ramones, The Heartbreakers) were very diverse in aims, approach and sound. On the face of it, Television was the most daring and least commercial of them all, and broke up, for the first time, after only two records, though there was a comeback in the early ‘90s, but nonetheless have had a reach and influence far beyond 1978, and the twin factors of the clever interplay of the two guitarists and Verlaine’s song writing have an enduring progressive otherworldliness that have not dated.   

 

Television wasn’t just another punk band and Verlaine wasn’t just another post punk singer-songwriter. There was enough quirky intelligence and off-kilter weirdness to sustain his reputation as innovator yet his ambitions were clearly artistic and not particularly commercial.  Talking Heads, and their offshoots, and Blondie, for example, both were far more successful than Verlaine ever was but his reputation remains untarnished and his influence reverberates still.

 

 

Two contrasting versions of Dr Feelgood in concert

 

Last night I watched two contrasting videos of Dr Feelgood in concert. The one show was at the Southend Kursaal venue, with the original quartet including Wilko Johnson, and the other show was at an unnamed venue in Berlin in 1980 for the WDR television station’s Rockpalast series, and features Gypie Mayo, the guitarist  who replaced Wilko Johnson when the latter left the band in 1977.

 

The immediate impression is that the first show is powerful and showcases a band at the peak of its powers, and the lighting is intimate and almost “arty,” and that the second show is of a band, coasting on previous reputation, that has already become a pedestrian, journeyman like shell of its original incarnation. The Berlin show  is well lit, where the Kursaal show seems a tad dim at times, but this only exposes the professional, yet soulless performance even more.

 

The sound of the Kursaal show is also more organic and, dare one say,  in unifying mono and positively roars out of the PA system, where the Berlin show has much better, cleaner and somehow more sterile sound quality and one can clearly differentiate between John B Sparks’ powerful bass lines and Mayo’s scratchy, trebly and funky guitar playing, and the conclusion is that the rhythm section of Sparks and The Big Figure is what drives the band at that point.  At the 1975 show, Wilko’s choppy guitar style is an integral element of the sound and the combination of the three instruments empowers the music to a visceral high, audible even on the video, whereas the Berlin show is not nearly as engaging or exciting.

 

Obviously, the earlier gig features that Feelgoods classics of the time, with the original songs written by Wilko Johnson, of the first two albums. At the later gig, the band can draw on material from four albums without Johnson (Be Seeing You to A Case of the Shakes)    and perform only two songs from the Johnson period, “Back in the Night” (which he wrote), a Lee Brilleaux slide guitar showcase, and “Riot in Cellblock Number 9,” a riotous showstopper.   Johnson’s songs, some of the best  modern R & B  tunes around, are far superior to the later material, worthy as those songs might be, mostly because of his wittier style of writing and the relentless choppy riffing accompanying them.  Between Brilleaux and Mayo, and the others too, perhaps,  they could write serviceable songs and lyrics that are  okay, but tunes are lacking and somehow it seems as if Brilleaux’s vocal abilities deteriorated as he got older and he relied on barking out the lyrics more than singing them. The live setting exposes the  limitations of songs that seemed better than this in their studio versions, and the band, which pretty much plays the songs as written can’t elevate the tunes on stage.  Gypie Mayo may be a good guitarist but there is nothing about his playing that makes him stand out for thousands of other guitarists in the same genre. With Wilko Johnson, the band not only had excellent songs but also a unique, highly recognisable sound one could identify after the first few notes.  Once Wilko left, Dr Feelgood never sounded anything other than ordinary.

 

The Berlin show is by a band of competent, professional musicians who know their craft and their style inside out but lack the spark of genius and intrigue that Wilko Johnson provided.  Because they’re a name band, and had a hit with “Milk & Alcohol,” Dr Feelgood could fill large halls like the one in Berlin in 1980 when they were just on the cusp of losing whatever glamour they’d ever had and finally reverting to just another jumped up pub rock band. The Wilko Johnson era provided the reputation and set the band up for life and they never equalled or improved on that period.

 

I’d much rather have been at the Kursaal than at the Berlin gig.