ILM's Now For Something Completely Different... 70s Album Poll Results! Top 100 Countdown! (Part 2)

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Actually if no-one's done it already, someone needs to do a cover album called Never Moog The Bollocks

acid in the style of tenpole tudor (NickB), Wednesday, 27 March 2013 20:05 (eleven years ago) link

Best thing about Third is Robert Wyatt's drumming, total revelation to me when I focussed in on his parts.

acid in the style of tenpole tudor (NickB), Wednesday, 27 March 2013 20:07 (eleven years ago) link

ooo-err etc

acid in the style of tenpole tudor (NickB), Wednesday, 27 March 2013 20:07 (eleven years ago) link

total revelation to me when I focussed in on his parts
lolol that's what the barefoot person said
i love the vibe in the picture of that room and i love that album, but i don't have anything partic deep to say about it

and that sounds like a gong-concert (La Lechera), Wednesday, 27 March 2013 20:09 (eleven years ago) link

Moon in June is his masterpiece

wk, Wednesday, 27 March 2013 20:09 (eleven years ago) link

40. LA DUSSELDORF Viva (3172 Points, 25 Votes)
RYM: #164 for 1978

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Well, where do I begin. I've had this album for several years now and I still can't get over how good it is. It IS my favourite album, whatever it is I'm listening to at the time, whether it be something as far out as our good friend Julian or as (for want of a better word) soul-less as Steve Reich, I know I can always tune in to "Viva" and be blown away. 

I first bought this record after becoming bored with the three main NEU! releases. I like NEU! alot, but for me they don't deliver as well as some other Krautrock projects. Don't get me wrong, I love all their stuff, but I sometimes feel that Michael Rother's sappy guitar parts get a bit to prevailant and much prefer the Klaus Dinger dominated tracks. So I decided to buy a La D. album. I ummed and errred for ages; the releases back then were dead expensive and I didn't want to make a choice I'd regret. Eventually I settled on Viva simply because it'd sold the best out of the three (topping 1 million copies if wikipedia is to be believed). 

I have to say, I was not impressed. On first listen I found all the track cheesy to an almost ABBA degree and really believed I'd wasted my money. Viva remained at the back of my collection for about 6 months, gathering dust, until one lucky twist. I was browsing the net and came across a webite made by Astral Pedestrian. AP is a none too famous ambient/indie artist who's two albums were released on a tiny record label for next to nothing. His music is pleasant, if a bit on the 'advert music' side. Anyway, back to the point, Astral Pedestrian highly rates Dinger's music to the point of obsession. He had written long reviews of his two favourite Dinger albums; Neondian (long out of print 80s solo album) and Cha Cha 2000 Live in Tokyo (a 90s live performance of the seminal track from Viva that accidentally lasted for a whole two discs). AP had also provided samples of one track from each album. I listened to both and instantly knew I must order both CDs. I bought Cha Cha live for an extortionate price, but even so.

Whilst waiting for my new Dinger CDs to ship to me I started listening to Viva again. Wow. How could I have owned such a monumental album without realising?

We open with the title track, a song with perhaps the best into I ever heard. The noise of a German radio football commentator getting excited as Dinger's beloved Fortuna Dusseldorf score a goal. Just as the crowd cheers the murky guitars of La D. chug in. It's not a synchronised opening, not even vaguely, which makes it special. You see Dinger (and his two co-members, Thomas Dinger, his brother, and Hans Lampe, a studio engineer from the NEU! years) never tried to be serious. The whole album contains an unmistakeable vibe of three young men having lots of fun. No drudgery in this recording process; they'd kicked out producer Conny Plank after the previous album, a liberating move. 

Viva is as much of a chantable, scarf-waving anthem as you could ever have wanted. As Dinger sings the vocals (all about peace and love and beauty, this is a highly idiolistic album, occasionally verging on cheesy, but thats the fun bit!) the choir of Thomas Dingers behind him mimic the football crowd. The instumentation is unique; the three primary instruments (bar drums, this is Dinger music after all) are synth, guitar and organ, yet you wouldn't be able to distinguish between them. They for a kind of swirling stew of beautiful and very European harmonies. Yet its not all soft, it has a punky (well, not punky but... post-punky, no.... new wavey?... no, just Dinger) edge to it and is as much a rush of energy as any pop song can be.

Viva crashes out after two minutes, leaving only the undelying organ swirl standing. Just as you think its all over a new song speeds towards you at an autobahn-worthy speed: White Overalls. It's a very catchy song, lyrically its almost comic (New style in the city / Oh yeah / White overalls/ White overalls/ White angels fly/ White overdoses/ White overdoses) but it's even more a joyous motorik outpouring than it's predecessor. A sing along and a half. A short reprise to Viva at the end and we finally fade away after waht seems much too nutritious to have been only four minutes.

Then its time for Rheinita. Rheinita got #3 in Germany at the time, but the group couldn't play it live and so did a bit of a one hit wonder. A sampled church choir laden with context-obscuring echo lead us in before suddenly cutting out to a Hans Lampe drum part of beautiful simplicity. The trademark organ/guitar/synth lineup build up, playing a raptuous melody of thirds, pure bliss. Over the seven minutes there are no vocals (all the more of an accheivement to have got it to number three, one German radio station even had it at number one for 6 months) but a piano is added and we traverse a great range of improvised melodies, all staggeringly beautiful. We fade out to birdsong (those who remember 'Hero' from NEU! '75 will be familliar) and into Geld. 

Geld is as punky as La D. ever got. Not very, but even no. A riff (again in thirds) of synth glittering introduces us before the guitars churn into action. This is angry. A protest song against monetary culture, something we can all agree with, if a bit hippyish in places (make love, make love, make love not war). Then in the middle it collapses (looooovvee is all you need, says an old Beatles song). We build back up to the original motorik splendour and the track cuts after about seven minutes. 

Now, at the end of side one. Wow. What an album. 

Then next track, and all of side two on the original, is an epic. Cha Cha 2000. Dinger made a total of seven version of this song throughout his career. The song is Dinger, Dinger is the song. The same combo of organ/synth/guitar, preceeded by a few Star Wars-esque synth laser beams lead us in. 

Cha Cha 2000
Cha Cha 2000
Cha Cha 2000
Cha Cha 2000
Dance to the future with me
Cha Cha 2000
Laser blue eyes
Can see paradise
Where the rivers are blue
And the wars are all gone
And the air is clean
And the grass is green
So get out of your car
And stand on your feet

It sounds unlikely, but this is a winning formula. We rave on in an ever faster spiral (reminds me of a mimed version of Rheinita from 1979 in which the Dinger brothers quite literally spin themselves round and round until they are dizzy and fall over) until with a scream we fall (down down down) to a piano impro part. From here we build gradually back to the original track, and before you know it, the song is over. Just trust me, it's brilliant. 

The artwork also says alot. The back of the lyrics sheet was a collage of photos of the band. They are all grinning madly and in all kind of wierd poses, all just glad to be alive. This unbounded joy is what makes Viva great. Never has such an aura surrounded an album as this. Who else would intersperce such a serious song as 'Geld' with bits of 50s doo-wap and random shreiking? No, no-one else. 

Viva started me on a long line, and I am proud to say I have joined the select club of Dinger obsessives. I have all his albums (bar the impossible 'Die (b)Engel Des Herrn', and each one is such a cut above anything else. Nothing compares to Dinger. No matter what anyone says about his work, even the 'it looks dodgy to me' late 90s la! NEU? albums and the two unofficial NEU! albums are gold. I can not stress enough how good Dinger's music is. It's hairraising and funny and hypnotic and... oh he was just amazing.

To conclude, RIP to Klaus. We may soon have two more Dinger albums, depending on whether Miki Yui and co. decide to rerelease what he was working on when he died. For all are sakes, I hope she does. – KosmischeSynth, Head Heritage


review
by Archie Patterson

La Dusseldorf's Viva crystallized Klaus Dinger's progressive rock vision into a symphony of swirling guitars, rich keyboard melodies and driving percussive beats. The magnum opus "Cha, Cha 2000," will forever stand as one of the all-time anthems of futurist rock & roll.

Algerian Goalkeeper, Wednesday, 27 March 2013 20:11 (eleven years ago) link

I like the jazz side of the Softs and like quite a few of the post-wyatt and even post-hopper albums but my favorite part of the band is the fusion of songs and... uh fusion. so Third is kind of sad in that it marks the rift between those two sides of the band.

wk, Wednesday, 27 March 2013 20:11 (eleven years ago) link

Hendrix's tentative explorations of cosmic psych-prog (1983 being the apotheosis) were already incredible. Man, how I wish he'd lived. But then I'd have not been born as my dad would have smoked too much weed to work at the firm where he met my mum

(Moon In June is my favourite song of all time)

I uh need to head more German psych-rock

delete (imago), Wednesday, 27 March 2013 20:12 (eleven years ago) link

VIVA! such an uplifting album. anytime I put it on I feel like some kind of olympic superhero.

wk, Wednesday, 27 March 2013 20:13 (eleven years ago) link

And about Davis, any reason why Bitches Brew wasn't nominated? It was released Jan 1970, right? Cuz with Live-Evil, Big Fun, Pangaea, Dark Magus, Get Up With It, Agharta all placing, there's no shortage of Davis supporters.

Fastnbulbous, Wednesday, 27 March 2013 20:14 (eleven years ago) link

Soft Machine's Third is my favorite album by them, its incoherence is much preferable to their later more coherent and boring offerings.

Everybody wants a piece of the (Viceroy), Wednesday, 27 March 2013 20:15 (eleven years ago) link

I like vol 2 the best but wrong decade

wk, Wednesday, 27 March 2013 20:16 (eleven years ago) link

Despite my bitching the other day (really wasn't bitching, just a pointless comment about where my taste is these days), I want to say that these poll results have been fairly interesting.

_Rudipherous_, Wednesday, 27 March 2013 20:18 (eleven years ago) link

imago you need to listen to more funk then perhaps you will realise music shouldnt just be an art school project!

Algerian Goalkeeper, Wednesday, 27 March 2013 20:22 (eleven years ago) link

At this point I'm actually far more interested in seeing what the next previously-unknown-to-me record will be than in seeing which Who record will place the highest. So far really digging Family and Ohio Players (heard of, not heard), gonna investigate Brainticket and about 400 others.

Darth Magus (Tarfumes The Escape Goat), Wednesday, 27 March 2013 20:22 (eleven years ago) link

btw we're taking it down to 31 tonight so lets get on with it

Algerian Goalkeeper, Wednesday, 27 March 2013 20:22 (eleven years ago) link

funk's all about subtle momentum-shifts and getting all heady (with ass to follow) though innit, can totally dig that

delete (imago), Wednesday, 27 March 2013 20:23 (eleven years ago) link

39. SUICIDE Suicide (3268 Points, 23 Votes)
RYM: #15 for 1977 , #443 overall | Acclaimed: #184 | RS: #446 | Pitchfork: #39

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A friend who loves this record offers the attractive theoretical defense that it unites the two strains of "new wave" rock minimalism--neoclassy synthesizer and three-chord barrage. So maybe it will prove popular among theoreticians. For the rest of us, though, there are little problems like lyrics that reduce serious politics to rhetoric, singing that makes rhetoric sound lurid, and the way the manic eccentricity of this duo's live performance turns to silliness on record. C+ -- R. Christgau

Suicide (1977) is a nearly perfect relic of mid-'70s Manhattan attitudes, a portrait of society grinding down to self-destruction. Rev's powerful minimalist repetition catapults Vega's pained and constantly cracking voice through indictments of Vietnam mentality ("Ghost Rider"), broken romance ("Cheree," "Girl") and holocausts both public and personal ("Rocket USA," "Frankie Teardrop"). Stolid and restrained, the record simmers with repressed emotion and excellent, unusual performances. Nearly three years later, the LP was reissued with "I Remember," "Keep Your Dreams" and "96 Tears" added -- Trouser Press

"I've heard stolen riffs before, but this is far worse: rapine and pillage of entire concepts. In theory, the duo known as Suicide adheres to the New Wave doctrines of minimalism and reverence for a grittier, more powerful and truer rock & roll past. They've stripped down all accompaniment to a single synthesizer bank that provides only metronomic percussion, pedal-point bass and a few simple Kraftwerkian chord changes. (My God, the Ramones know more progressions.) And the instrument, played by AMartin Rev, has the exact timbre of something you'd hear in a skating rink.

Suicide's songs are absolutely puerile, and Alan Vega's vocal convey nothing but arrogance and wholesale insensibility. "Frankie Teardrop" is about a laid-off factory worker who kills his starving infant son in an obvious but ineffective parody of the Doors' "The End." If it weren't for the fact that this band has been around since the early Seventies glory days of New York City's Mercer Arts Center, I'd dismiss them immediately as trendy fakes. I might anyway, since persistence doesn't legitimize this kind of idiocy." -- Michael Bloom, RS 

Though hardly cut from whole cloth (but what is?), Suicide's first record is a triumph of minimalism that reverberates through so much music that has come since - from the Jesus & Mary Chain's Psychocandy to the Dirty Beaches' Badlands. Suicide was #446 on RS's 500 greatest albums list. -- schmidtt, Rolling Stone's 500 Worst Reviews of All Time.


review
[-] by Heather Phares

Proof that punk was more about attitude than a raw, guitar-driven sound, Suicide's self-titled debut set the duo apart from the rest of the style's self-proclaimed outsiders. Over the course of seven songs, Martin Rev's dense, unnerving electronics -- including a menacing synth bass, a drum machine that sounds like an idling motorcycle, and harshly hypnotic organs -- and Alan Vega's ghostly, Gene Vincent-esque vocals defined the group's sound and provided the blueprints for post-punk, synth pop, and industrial rock in the process. Though those seven songs shared the same stripped-down sonic template, they also show Suicide's surprisingly wide range. The exhilarated, rebellious "Ghost Rider" and "Rocket U.S.A." capture the punk era's thrilling nihilism -- albeit in an icier way than most groups expressed it -- while "Cheree" and "Girl" counter the rest of the album's hard edges with a sensuality that's at once eerie and alluring. And with its retro bassline and simplistic, stylized lyrics, "Johnny" explores Suicide's affinity for '50s melodies and images, as well as their pop leanings. But none of this is adequate preparation for "Frankie Teardrop," one of the duo's definitive moments, and one of the most harrowing songs ever recorded. A ten-minute descent into the soul-crushing existence of a young factory worker, Rev's tense, repetitive rhythms and Vega's deadpan delivery and horrifying, almost inhuman screams make the song more literally and poetically political than the work of bands who wore their radical philosophies on their sleeves. [The Mute reissue includes "Keep Your Dreams" and the "Cheree" remix that appeared on previous versions of the album, along with live versions of "Las Vegas Man," "Mr. Ray," and "23 Minutes Over Brussels"; though the extra tracks dilute the original album's impact somewhat, they're worthwhile supplements to one of the punk era's most startlingly unique works.]

Algerian Goalkeeper, Wednesday, 27 March 2013 20:24 (eleven years ago) link

I wouldn't say most funk I've heard is very subtle. Except for the flutes -- they can be very subtle with the flutes.

Everybody wants a piece of the (Viceroy), Wednesday, 27 March 2013 20:25 (eleven years ago) link

woo, go VIVA

if florian fricke and klaus dinger ever met in a misty forest, i'm pretty sure they would magically be transformed into 20 meter ur-gods with gleaming swords

your holiness, we have an official energy drink (Z S), Wednesday, 27 March 2013 20:26 (eleven years ago) link

Suicide's songs are absolutely puerile, and Alan Vega's vocal convey nothing but arrogance and wholesale insensibility.

Damn Rolling Stone, why don't you tell us how you really feel? Like the band's name isn't in itself an indicator of the kind of moral quagmire they trade in...

Everybody wants a piece of the (Viceroy), Wednesday, 27 March 2013 20:27 (eleven years ago) link

xpost i forgot an important bit of context there, which is that Viva has this awesome vibe of mythical medieval futurism that's close to a lot of popol vuh's work of the same period

your holiness, we have an official energy drink (Z S), Wednesday, 27 March 2013 20:28 (eleven years ago) link

Rolling Stone reviewer hates Suicide more than Christgau!

Algerian Goalkeeper, Wednesday, 27 March 2013 20:29 (eleven years ago) link

A friend who loves this record offers the attractive theoretical defense that it unites the two strains of "new wave" rock minimalism--neoclassy synthesizer and three-chord barrage. So maybe it will prove popular among theoreticians. For the rest of us, though, there are little problems like lyrics that reduce serious politics to rhetoric, singing that makes rhetoric sound lurid, and the way the manic eccentricity of this duo's live performance turns to silliness on record. C+ -- R. Christgau

LOL, people that listen to the music are "theoreticians" but people who overanalyze the lyrics are "the rest of us."

wk, Wednesday, 27 March 2013 20:30 (eleven years ago) link

good to see that old rock bores hated on Suicide, I bet they loved that. Great album, too low.

Neil S, Wednesday, 27 March 2013 20:31 (eleven years ago) link

xpost i forgot an important bit of context there, which is that Viva has this awesome vibe of mythical medieval futurism that's close to a lot of popol vuh's work of the same period

― your holiness, we have an official energy drink (Z S), Wednesday, March 27, 2013 1:28 PM (1 minute ago) Bookmark Flag Post Permalink

Great post.

timellison, Wednesday, 27 March 2013 20:32 (eleven years ago) link

He can't analyze Black Sabbath lyrics though, cause they are just too slow to understand apparently.

Everybody wants a piece of the (Viceroy), Wednesday, 27 March 2013 20:32 (eleven years ago) link

38. RICHARD HELL & THE VOIDOIDS Blank Generation (3292 Points, 25 Votes)
RYM: #55 for 1977, #2734 overall | Acclaimed: #540

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Like all the best CBGB bands, the Voidoids make unique music from a reputedly immutable formula, with jagged, shifting rhythms accentuated by Hell's indifference to vocal amenities like key and timbre. I'm no great devotee of this approach, which harks back to Captain Beefheart. So when I say that Hell's songs get through to me, that's a compliment: I intend to save this record for those very special occasions when I feel like turning into a nervous wreck. A- -- R. Christgau

That lyric sums up Hell's attitude, which he expanded and perfected on Blank Generationwith a new version of the title track and such powerful statements as "Love Comes in Spurts" (an old tune the Heartbreakers recycled into "One Track Mind") and "New Pleasure." The album combines manic William Burroughs-influenced poetry and raw-edged music for the best rock presentation of nihilism and existential angst ever. Hell's voice, fluctuating from groan to shriek, is more impassioned and expressive than a legion of Top 40 singers. (Besides solid liner notes, the 1990 CD adds two tracks — "I'm Your Man," a non-LP B-side from '79, and "All the Way," a Sinatra cover done for the Smithereens soundtrack — and substitutes an inferior alternate version of "Down at the Rock and Roll Club.") -- Trouser Press

Richard Hell has been touted as an underground genius for nearly three years, and this debut album boldly tries to document him as such. The result is thirty-odd minutes of grinding sadomasochistic rock.

Hell is now feuding with Television's Tom Verlaine, but they began theii rise to label deals as a team. They were hick street-poets in a group called the Neon Boys (later Television) when Hell wrote the two best songs on this album, "Blank Generation" and "Love Comes in Spurts."

"Blank Generation" is Hell's bug-eyed punk anthem: "I was saying let me out of here before I was even born . . . . I belong to the blank generation/ And I can take it or leave it each time . . . ." Where English punk rockers spit aggression, their American counterparts offer a vacuum.

Hell did a stint as bass player in the Heartbreakers with ex-New York Dolls Jerry Nolan and Johnny Thunder, but he left those martyrs of the New Wave to form his own band. "Love Comes in Spurts" has all the earmarks of the younger New York bands: a half-sobbed, double-time lead vocal, patently dumb backup singing and chattering dual guitars.

But Hell, confident that his presence and lyrics can transcend so artless a rock medium, likes to wallow in it. This tends to make an eight-minute song like "Another World" sound like beatnik indulgence. The Fugs did the same thing as a jug band much more wittily. And while Hell has said in print that his singing cuts Verlaine's he doesn't prove it; even on the deliberately crooned "Betrayal Takes Two," he's not as expressive as his old partner.

When Hell departs momentarily from his schtick, singing Creedence Clearwater's "Walking on the Water" over a caustic guitar line, he does sound like a visionary; his Kentucky boyhood seems to surface. And every second of "Blank Generation," right down to the mocking falsetto kiss-off, shows that Hell is a talent. But there's not much on this record that proves Hell has gained any ground since he wrote that riddle of defiance. -- Fred Schruers, RS

In the first place, Jack Kerouac said everything here first, and far better. In the second place, Hell is about as whining as Verlaine is pretentious. -- Dave Marsh, RS Record Guide

Yeah, after reading On the Road I'm not sure why people bother listening to music at all. -- schmidtt, Rolling Stone's 500 Worst Reviews of All Time.

Possibly the only album from the core CBGB’s scene that’s underrated. It didn’t make either ILM 70s polls, nor the Rolling Stone or Pitchfork lists. It was only 663 among RYM’s 70′s albums. It did fare better on Acclaimed music at 170 of 70′s, 540 overall. But it’s one of my top 100 all-time favorite albums. In the Please Kill Me oral history, many claimed Television was at their best before Richard Hell left. There is something to be said for creative tension, but usually I think it was for the best, as Marquee Moon is perfect to my ears. It made sense when Hell went on to join the sloppy Heartbreakers. It seemed ironic to me that when Hell formed the Voidoids with two guitarists – Robert Quine and Ivan Julian, Blank Generation ended up sounding like a kind of companion album to Television’s. Obviously Quine’s brilliant style, while as virtuosic as Verlaine, was also more angular and spastic, a little more influence from Beefheart’s Magic Band. And while Hell’s original poetic inspirations and aspirations were similar to Verlaine’s, his lyrics are much more witty and crass, his vocal delivery a hundred times more unhinged. It’s enough to make one wonder what it would have been like if Hell stayed in Television, but to hear old songs like “Love Comes In Spurts” and “Blank Generation,” (which, from what I heard from old Television demos and bootlegs still needed some work) it’s enough to hear them finally hatched by Hell and the Voidoids in their final, perfect incarnations. It blows my mind that some thought Blank Generation was a disappointment at the time. Possibly because those in the scene were jaded after hearing many of the songs for years, thinking the album was a year or two late to arrive, with Hell and the band already starting to fall apart due to the usual drug-related b.s. But from where I stand I can’t imagine changing anything that could improve it. -- Fastnbulbous


review
[-] by Mark Deming

Richard Hell was one of the first men on the scene when punk rock first began to emerge in New York City as an early member of both Television and the Heartbreakers (he left both groups before they could record), but his own version of punk wasn't much like anyone else's, and while Hell's debut album, Blank Generation, remains one of the most powerful to come from punk's first wave, anyone expecting a Ramones/Dead Boys-style frontal assault from this set had better readjust their expectations. "Love Comes in Spurts" and "Liar's Beware" proved the Voidoids could play fast and loud when they wanted to, but for the most part this group's formula was much more complicated than that; guitarists Robert Quine and Ivan Julian bounced sharp, edgy patterns off each other that were more about psychological tension than brute force (though Quine's solos suggest a fragile grace beneath the surface of their neo-Beefheart chaos), and while most punk nihilism was of the simplistic "Everything Sucks" variety, Hell was (with the exception of Patti Smith) the most literate and consciously poetic figure in the New York punk scene. While there's little on the album that's friendly or life-affirming, there's a crackling intelligence to songs like "New Pleasure," "Betrayal Takes Two," and "Another World" that confirmed Hell has a truly unique lyrical voice, at once supremely self-confident and dismissive of nearly everything around him (sometimes including himself). Brittle and troubling, but brimming with ideas and musical intelligence, Blank Generation was groundbreaking punk rock that followed no one's template, and today it sounds just as fresh -- and nearly as abrasive -- as it did when it first hit the racks.

Algerian Goalkeeper, Wednesday, 27 March 2013 20:35 (eleven years ago) link

I feel like all of these reviews missed out on the pop-art aspects of both sabbath and suicide. it seems pretty important that both bands aesthetics are steeped in comic books, tv and movies.

wk, Wednesday, 27 March 2013 20:41 (eleven years ago) link

just wish more folks had recognised that VDGG were the heaviest british group of the 70s, rather than those bluesy warblers, whose music seems to me the aural equivalent of steroids

I don't think anyone itt is either comparing the two or claiming Zep as the heaviest British group of the 70s. you can make a case, though, that both VDGG and Zep harbor prog's more-is-more dream of transcendent excess. also, I agree that Zep and the Pistols are antagonistically bound, primarily b/c they're ambitiously fighting over the same turf - the definition of rock culture that permeates the decade, a zeitgeist-level scrap that inevitably fosters bombast (which is why so many postpunk bands scrapped the leather trousers and mohawks and iffy politics f/ a personal-is-political approach of aesthetic exploration).

Hellhouse, Wednesday, 27 March 2013 20:43 (eleven years ago) link

wooo the Voivoids!

Everybody wants a piece of the (Viceroy), Wednesday, 27 March 2013 20:47 (eleven years ago) link

37. MAGMA Mekanïk Destruktïw Kommandöh  (3299 Points, 23 Votes, 1 #1)
RYM: #34 for 1973 , #909 overall

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Mekanik Destruktiw Kommandoh (or MDK) unveils a much darker vision: the end of the world is near, and oppression, fear and cryptic alien prophesy are the way of things! The spacey jazz-rock of the first two records is long gone, replaced by a fantastically singular vision of martial minimalism and extroverted symphonic overtures. Minor key melodrama with menacing brass surges and hellish choral exclamations flesh out Vander's dream to combine the intensity of Coltrane and the ambition of Stravinsky. Mekanik Kommandoh, a scrapped early version of the piece, lacks some of the textural color of MDK (no brass), but is arguably the definitive performance due in no small part to the drastically better recording of Vander's forceful drumming. -- Trouser Press

Magma went some way to inventing the French Rock circuit, as Christian Vander was the first to think of touring the country's Youth club circuit. Mekanik Destriktiw Kommandoh like the Mahavishnu Orchestra and Gentle Giant records here is one that could only have been made in the seventies. Choirs in rock tend to be used as lavish texture, laid upon the music with scant thought for true integration. think for instance of the choir on The Rolling Stones "You can't always get what you want," like a fried egg laid on a bun. In contrast Magma's choir is nimble to a remarkable degree, weaving through the jagged landscape of instrumentation. Like Italy's Rock groups, who adopted Progressive Rock because it squared with their experience of Symphonic Classical music, Magma were indebted to the likes of Carl Orff. However, where the Italians failed to grasp Rock's implied violence, Magma by reaching through to the folk heart beating in the work composers like Igor Stravinsky and Bela Bartok created what remains perhpas the most powerful and true fusion of Rock and Classical music there exists, perhaps the only one. -- Woebot


review
[-] by François Couture

There is definitely quite a large step from Magma's second LP, 1,001 Degrees Centigrade, to this one, their third. At the same time, MDK represents a transitional period: drummer/composer Christian Vander has definitely abandoned the jazzier leanings of the previous opuses and has now dived head first into martial hymns and a new form of progressive devotional music -- extraterrestrial gospel. But he has also chosen to retain the brass section that gave Kobaïa and 1,001 Degrees Centigrade their signature sound. Therefore, the music has yet to become the relentless rhythmic kaleidoscope that the future would promise. MDK was introduced in the LP's original liner notes (an illuminated delirium by Vander, who rechristens himself Zebëhn Straïn dë Geustaah -- his text, the essence of which is a revelation transmitted to him by the Prophet Nebëhr Gudahtt, is the key text in Magma's mythology) as the third movement of Theusz Hamttaahk, but it was the first one recorded. The previous two movements are "Theusz Hamttaahk" itself, often performed live but not recorded at the time, and Würdah Ïtah, which would become the group's next album. All three album-length pieces share elements (some lyrics, rhythmic cells, and chord sequences), but they are individual stand-alone pieces. MDK showcased for the first time the incredible range of singer Klaus Blasquiz and introduced the ground-moving work of bassist Jannick Top, with and for whom Vander will develop an increasingly rhythm-heavy style, already present here. Between the meticulous developments of "Hortz Fur Dëhn Stekëhn West," the possessed free-form screams in "Nebëhr Gudahtt," and the hymnal chorus of "Mekanïk Kommandöh," MDK is one giant creative blow to the guts, and unsuspecting listeners will be left powerless at the end of its onslaught of mutated funk, pummeling gospel rock, and incantatory vocals in a barbaric invented language. It remains one of Magma's crowning achievements (together with Kohntarkosz) and the best point of entry into Christian Vander's unparalleled musical vision. And if the literary concept bothers you, just ignore it: the music has more than enough power to do without it.

Algerian Goalkeeper, Wednesday, 27 March 2013 20:50 (eleven years ago) link

I feel like all of these reviews missed out on the pop-art aspects of both sabbath and suicide. it seems pretty important that both bands aesthetics are steeped in comic books, tv and movies.

― wk,

I agree. I don't know very much about Suicide but BS were very influenced by EC Comics and horror films of the current present and past, a tradition that continues in the more horror-centric avenues of metal. I mean, "Iron Man," if described literally to someone sounds like a Roger Cormen movie, no?

Everybody wants a piece of the (Viceroy), Wednesday, 27 March 2013 20:51 (eleven years ago) link

thread is missing emil.y say TOO LOW :(

Algerian Goalkeeper, Wednesday, 27 March 2013 20:51 (eleven years ago) link

.. and its unavailable to us in the US.

Everybody wants a piece of the (Viceroy), Wednesday, 27 March 2013 20:53 (eleven years ago) link

MDK is a recent discovery of mine, and of course it made my goddamn list. Quite high up, too. Amazing.

delete (imago), Wednesday, 27 March 2013 20:54 (eleven years ago) link

I agree. I don't know very much about Suicide but BS were very influenced by EC Comics and horror films of the current present and past, a tradition that continues in the more horror-centric avenues of metal. I mean, "Iron Man," if described literally to someone sounds like a Roger Cormen movie, no?

yeah, maybe the fact that Iron Man and Ghost Rider are marvel characters is too obvious to bother stating, but otoh maybe dudes like xgau actually didn't know that!

when I hear the opening of the song Black Sabbath I think that it's obviously horror movie music, not some kind of offshoot of serious hippie interest in the occult.

wk, Wednesday, 27 March 2013 20:56 (eleven years ago) link

The Magma album is available on YouTube.

http://youtu.be/g9A-gPOq1OQ

Non-Stop Erotic Calculus (bmus), Wednesday, 27 March 2013 20:58 (eleven years ago) link

thanks bmus!!!

Everybody wants a piece of the (Viceroy), Wednesday, 27 March 2013 21:00 (eleven years ago) link

so everyone realises there are no more surprises to come?

Algerian Goalkeeper, Wednesday, 27 March 2013 21:00 (eleven years ago) link

did Space Ritual place?

Everybody wants a piece of the (Viceroy), Wednesday, 27 March 2013 21:01 (eleven years ago) link

it would be a surprise to me if it didn't seeing as most of the the other Hawkwind albums placed.

Everybody wants a piece of the (Viceroy), Wednesday, 27 March 2013 21:02 (eleven years ago) link

no more wtfs?

Algerian Goalkeeper, Wednesday, 27 March 2013 21:03 (eleven years ago) link

stand by for the lols

Algerian Goalkeeper, Wednesday, 27 March 2013 21:03 (eleven years ago) link

now is it a certain top 10 album placing low

or a how the hell is it so high moment?

which do you prefer?

Algerian Goalkeeper, Wednesday, 27 March 2013 21:04 (eleven years ago) link

there's at least 5 more '70s Ohio Players albums to go right?

wk, Wednesday, 27 March 2013 21:04 (eleven years ago) link

is it miles davis and his album 'get on with it'?

acid in the style of tenpole tudor (NickB), Wednesday, 27 March 2013 21:05 (eleven years ago) link

have a look at the noms

Algerian Goalkeeper, Wednesday, 27 March 2013 21:05 (eleven years ago) link

The World Of Magma
Imagine a world, many centuries into the future, when society as we know it has decyed into chaos and degradation, voide of spiritual guidance. The colonizatin of space is well underway, and space travel has become commonplace. It is in this setting that a handful of enlightened Earth people seeking a better existence finance the construction of a private spacecraft and leave the planet in search of a new world where a new, more spiritually guided civilization can be reborn. They finally find that new home after a long and hazardous journey on the distant planet Kobaia, where the party settles and begins anew.

Magma is a concept band whose albums explain the origins and development of the new civilization on Kobaia, and their interactions with the people of Earth and other planets. All of their lyrics are sung in the language of the new civilization, 'Kobaian.' As one might expect, the music from Kobaia several hundred years from now is very unlike what we are accustomed to on twentieth century planet earth. Magma's music is very strange, beautiful, and ultimately rewarding, but it does require an open mind on the part of the listener. It is music that must be experienced fully with body, heart and soul: not simpley a cerebral performance of some kind of space opera by clever musicians, but a full blown spiritual experience with the music acting as the connecting vehicle between performer and listener.

Led by drummer Christian Vander, Magma began in the final months of the sixties in France, pretty much apart from the underground music scene of the times. In fact most of the original members had worked in other rock and jazz groups before, although without much notoriety. The band has since gone through an almost constant stream of personnel changes, but the alumni list looks like a who's who of top caliber French musicians: Klaus Blasquiz, Guy Khalifa, Claude Engel, Jannick Top, Bernard Paganotti, Patrick Gauthier, Francis Moze, Rene Garber, Jean-Luc Manderlier, Benoit Widermann, Didier Lockwood, Teddy Lasry, Yochk'o Seffer, Michel Herve, Florence Berteaux, Daniel Denis, Clement Bailly... and the list goes on. All the while, the one constant is Vander and his vision- although the contributions of the other musicians of the other musicians to the execution of this vision cannot be downplayed. The creation of the development of the original concept and the Kobaian language was in fact a group effort. Some players were more influential than others, but with each change in personnel came a slight change in the sound of the band.

The first album, a 2 LP set simply title MAGMA, is where the story begins. The first disc concerns itself with the departure and journey to Kobaia, arrival at their destination, the long and patient process of building a new society according to their vision, and their process of learning how to live in harmony with their new surroundings, while attaining a high degree of technological advancement. The second disc involves the rescue of a foreign spaceship which gets into orbital difficulties over Kobaia- this ship turns out to be manned by a crew from Earth. The visitors tell of the continued degeneration and disasters that have afflicted Earth, and at the same time are impressed with the progress that the Kobaians have made, their philosophy and societial organization, and how they have learned to live as one at peace with their surroundings. The Earthmen request that the Kobaians visit Earth and attempt to propagate their philosophy in order to save society from its certain destruction. After some deliberation, a small party agrees to accompany the stranded visitors on their journey home.

1000 DEGREES CENTIGRADES, the second Magma album from 1971, begins with the arrival of the Kobaian party back on Earth, and the seemingly friendly welcome they receive. The Earth people listen to the stories of the establishment and growth of Kobaian civilization, to their philosophy, and ideas for the betterment of life on Earth through purification and spiritual enlightment. But after airing these ideas at a meeting with the Earth authorities, the Kobaian party is promptly imprisoned and their spacecraft is impounded. But a message is sent to Kobaia, and a rescue effort is begun. The Kobaian rescus party offers the Earth authorities the choice of releasing the imprisoned Kobaians, or face certain destruction by the Kobaian's ultimate weapon. The imprisoned Kobaians are promptly released, and although they vow never to return, their visit is to be remembered by the few they came in contact with for a long period of time, their ideas preserved and passed on for future generations.

One of these people who remembered the essence of the Kobaians' visit was a man named Nebehr Gudahtt, a spiritualist who is the subject of the third Magma album, MEKANIK DESTRUKTIW KOMMANDOH, recorded in 1973. His message to the people of Earth is that their only salvation from an ultimate and certain doom is through self purification and communication with the divine spirit of the supreme being, the Kreuhn Kohrman. With this album we are introduced to the story of the Theusz Hamtaahk (literal translation: Time of Hatred) concerning the period of time on Earth between the Kobaian visit and the celestial march for enlightenment led by Nebehr Gudahht which concludes this album. At first Gudahtt's message is rejected, and the people march against him, but as they march they begin to question their very existance and purpose. One by one, they begin to see his truth, slowly reaching enlightenment, and begin to march with him instead of against him.

MDK is the third movement of the Theusz Hamtaahk, which leads one to the question- where are the first and second movements? Originally, the Theusz Hamtaahk was ambitiously planned to be three cycles of three movements each (nine movements total), but the idea was apparently abandoned after MDK- at least further movements beyond that point were not identified as such. The second movement appeared the following year as the soundtrack to the Yvan Lagrange film 'Tristan et Yseult,' recorded by a scaled down 4-piece version of the band and officially listed as a Christian Vander solo record. In fact its CD re-release is credited to Magma and restores its proper title WURDAH ITAH (translates to: Dead Earth). The first movement of Theusz Hamtaahk, a full length thirty-five minute opus, was performed regularly live, but was not released on record until the 1980 live album RETROSPEKTIW I-IV.

With their forth album KOHNTARKOSZ, Magma began what is presumed to be the first movement of the second cycle of the Theusz Hamtaahk, the story of Ementeht-Re. Here the story gets a bit more cryptic, intentionally so, as by this time Magma's music is taking on a more spiritual and purely musical nature, where vocals seem to be more an element of the music than a vechile for delivering lyrics. Kohntarkosz is a man who discovers an old Egyptian tomb of an ancient master, murdered before reaching his aim, which was immortality. When he enters the tomb, he has a visioin of Ementeht-Re, and all of his secrets are then revealed to Kohntarkosz.

The story goes on. A presumed second movement of Ementeht-Re was never recorded in one piece, but is scattered randomly across the next two albums MAGMA LIVE (the tracks 'Hhai' and 'Ementeht-Re') and UDU WUDU (the tracks 'Zombies,' 'Soleil D'Ork' and 'De Futura'). At this point, the story becomes increasingly unclear. Other tracks like 'Om Zanka' and 'Gamma Anteria' (from the live album INEDITS) and 'Ptah' (from the unauthorized live MEKANIK ZEUHL WORTZ) seem to be into the general concept as well, but Vander offered few clues as to where the story goes after Kohntarkosz. Magma's 1978 album ATTAHK appears to have a theme also, but it seems to be unique unto itself and not tied with any of the previous records. Again, Vander offers few clues. This also marks the last studio album which is sung exclusively in the Kobaian language.

And thus the Kobaian story closes. Magma's next studio effort MERCI in '84 is sung in French and English, with a couple obligatory tracks in Kobaian, yet it seems very clear from the music and the overall direction that the band is moving in, that the Theusz Hamtaahk and the whole seventies concept of Magma is something they were trying hard to put behind them. This would also be Magma's final studio release. Within months, Christian Vander's new band Offering was born, moving further and deeper into the more acoustic Coltrane-inspired Jazz directions that Magma had ever dared to travel before. One senses the liberation that Offering provided, allowing Vander to explore new avenues that were unsuited to the seventies Magma style. Christian's Jazz Trio was also born in this period also, plus numerous solo projects, all of which very much deserves to be heard.

Clearly, the seventies version of Magma was one of the most influential of all French bands, equaled only by Gong and Ange. They have left a legacy of music that defies any of the standard and convenient classifications of rock, operating instead in a realm of their own creation. It waits to be discovered by new converts, and continually by older fans alike. Kobaia iss de hundin! -- Peter Thelen, Perfect Sound Forever

Fastnbulbous, Wednesday, 27 March 2013 21:06 (eleven years ago) link

i was at my friend's earlier and his four year old daughter was telling me how much she liked suicide's first album, especially "ghost rider". kids today!!!

i have always avoided that yoko ono album for some unknown reason. very curious to hear it now.

space ritual will place top 10. yeah right.

stirmonster, Wednesday, 27 March 2013 21:07 (eleven years ago) link


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