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CD Review: Human Nature, “Reach Out”

“In the style of the boy-band vocal bands of the time, Human Nature became Australia’s most successful pop group of the ’90s and beyond,” according to their Allmusic.com biography, “outselling their international contemporaries Backstreet Boys, *NSYNC, and Boyzone.”

Up until a few weeks ago, I’d never heard of these guys. Then again, what I don’t know could fill a warehouse.

And after listening to Reach Out (Sony/RED), I could swear that the vocal group’s introduction to American audiences will be filling warehouses for months to come, but Human Nature are multiplatinum artists Down Under — they transitioned from boys to men in the past decade by ditching dance-pop and embracing, well, dance-pop from an earlier era. In 2005 they released Reach Out: The Motown Album, followed by Dancing in the Street: The Songs of Motown II in ‘06, and by the time of 2007’s Get Ready, they were enlisting guest appearances by the Temptations, the Supremes’ Mary Wilson, and Smokey Robinson, who’s “presenting” their current “Ultimate Celebration of Motown” stage show at the Imperial Palace in Las Vegas. The back cover of the Reach Out CD booklet even advertises the show, which I have to assume, based on the contents of the album, is the main event.

The American version of Reach Out takes songs from all three of Human Nature’s Motown albums and erases any telltale copyright dates from the liner notes. In other words, “it’s new to you!” And if you’ve never heard the originals that are being covered by the Aussie quartet (brothers Michael and Andrew Tierney, Toby Allen, and Phil Burton, all of whom have been singing together since high school in the ’80s, when Motown nostalgia was first becoming a booming business), you might think the melodies are pretty catchy, with a good beat you can dance to. In other words, if you’re under ten years old, this is a serviceable introduction to Motown, but if you’re in double digits, Reach Out comes across as professional karaoke — the only acknowledgment of any Fauxtown backing band is “the gifted musicians who helped create this record.” Might one of those musicians be named Mac, and is it possible another one goes by the initials “PC”? (Allmusic.com does in fact list the musicians who worked on the three Australian releases, but their instruments still sound canned either way.)

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CD Review: Bleu, “A Watched Pot”

Sometimes criticizing a recording is easy. It’s just like pulling a trigger. You’ve heard the songs, you dislike the songs and you know exactly why. Sometimes it’s extremely difficult, especially if you take an album apart and experience the parts versus the whole. Had Bleu’s new CD, A Watched Pot, been experienced in that manner, I probably would feel warmer toward it.

It’s not actually Bleu’s fault. He’s a solid performer and songwriter, he’s got sterling pop smarts and he’s also a nice guy with a sense of humor about his work. It comes through on the album as there are almost no real clunkers to be found, but taken as a collection, its hard to get through in a single setting. The reason why is because, excepting one solitary song, the entire collection falls under 110 BPM. I’m not looking for Dance Dance Revolution fodder, but we have one ballad after another after another after a waltz here. That one upbeat track, the Motown influenced “Kiss Me” is all the more effervescent in the contrast, but it got me wishing for more energy expenditure that’s sorely missing.

The big flop of the disc is the unfortunately titled “I Won’t Fuck You Over (This Time)” and the reason why it fails is because, at heart, it’s a sturdy piano blues, easily enjoyed were it not for that nagging expletive reducing the tune to almost a novelty. I never got the feeling this was some stab at honest expression, but merely an exercise, wondering what would be the result if Leiber and Stoller wrote a tune for Ray Charles but were allowed to use the word “fuck” in it. For those who don’t have antennae going up every time a dirty word is uttered, the results may vary. It threw me out of the song. (more…)

White Label Wednesday: Chico DeBarge, “Talk to Me”

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Everyone has that song that they like beyond all logical explanation. This is mine.

The rational part of my brain knows that this a ‘pieces parts’ kind of song. The rhythm track and bass line are a near note-for-note ripoff of Janet Jackson’s “What Have You Done for Me Lately,” which stormed the charts nine months earlier. Chico’s vocals are wafer-thin, and while it’s tempting say that this would explain why he was never allowed to be in the band that bears his name, that would be giving his older siblings far too much credit. Lastly, sweet Jesus, look at that cover. Hideous ’80s hair, and an equally hideous, midriff-baring outfit to go with it. What they didn’t steal to make this song, they took from a dumpster and assembled with duct tape and discarded wallpaper.

And I like it anyway.

Listen to the thump of that drum track. Big, exploding snare drum, then POW! The biggest handclap ever put to tape, not to mention lots and lots of cowbell, which recent studies have shown cures cancer, re-grows hair and will help you get back together with your ex-girlfriend. They even engage in a little studio wizardry with some backwards bits to lure in remix geeks like me, while that brand-new sampler begs for its life. “T-t-t-t-talk to me, baby.” All right, now drop an octave. “Taaaaaaalk tooo meeee baaaaaaaaaaby.” Very much of the moment, but pretty damn funky for a mid-’80s Motown record. Still, the song is such a ripoff of Jimmy Jam and Terry Lewis’ production on Janet’s Control (1986) that it’s equal parts ‘answer’ record and hate-fueled skull-fucking. “I’m Berry Gordy, bitch!” (more…)

CD Review: Wilco, “Wilco (The Album)”

Wilco (the album)Wilco has reached that point in their career when it becomes trendy for the hipster brigade to slag each new release as “not as good as (fill in album name here).” That’s a shame, because the Chicago-based band is making some of their best music these days. Led by the irrepressible Jeff Tweedy, and featuring the off-the-charts guitar work of modern master Nels Cline, this Wilco lineup, together for five years now, finds the band at their musical peak.

One thing that a creative artist learns early on is that you’re not going to be able to please everyone all the time. There were those who found the Wilco masterpiece Yankee Hotel Foxtrot and its successor, A Ghost Is Born, too experimental for their tastes. The band seemed to react to that by releasing the fairly straightforward Sky Blue Sky in 2007. That one was deemed to be too bland, and the nostalgia merchants began to call for a return to the glorious days of Summerteeth. No doubt we’ll see a similar reaction if Radiohead ever returns to the more easily digestible sound of their OK Computer era.

If Wilco (The Album) (Nonesuch) doesn’t please the entire fanbase it won’t be surprising, but it will be pretty damned unfair. For what we have here is an album that is a nearly perfect fusion of Wilco’s experimental bent, and Tweedy’s straightforward Americana songwriting style, and, I might add, these are some of Tweedy’s finest songs ever. He’s unafraid to let his influences show, and as a result we get takes on Talking Heads, the Beatles, and the Motown sound. Producer Jim Scott rejoined the band for this effort, and the recording is first rate. All of this adds up to what may be the finest Wilco album since, well…since always. There, I said it. (more…)

Bootleg City: Marvin Gaye in Tokyo, November ‘79

As mayor of Bootleg City, I’ve decided to make some changes around these parts. You see, recently I noticed that our fair city really is fair. In fact it’s downright pale. We need to diversify, fellow Bootleggers! To paraphrase a pioneering African-American American of the 1870s: “Where all the black women at?”

Last week I asked Jeff Giles, the man behind the curtain who funds this puppet government, if he had any R&B he could send my way. He delivered, so today I give you one of the greats, Marvin Gaye, performing at Budokan in Tokyo on November 13, 1979. (See? I brought in Japanese people too. Bootleg City is diversifying so quickly!) Jeff posted this bootleg at Jefitoblog in January 2006 under the name “Immortality of the Soul,” but I can’t find that title anywhere else on Google, so Jeff must’ve been drunk. But so was the person who incorrectly listed “After the Dance” as “When I First Saw You,” which is the opening line of the first verse, and, in another instance, “I Want You” — that sentiment is expressed in “After the Dance,” but “I Want You” is another song altogether by the Motown legend. However, my favorite “Too Busy Thinking About My Budweiser” track listing was the one for “Stubborn Kind of Fellow,” whose name had been changed by another stubborn kind of fellow to “Yeah Yeah Yeah,” which is probably the response he gave to anyone who tried to correct him.

In 1979 Gaye was two years removed from his most recent pop and R&B smash, “Got to Give It Up,” and still three years away from his comeback hit, “Sexual Healing.” When he divorced Anna Gordy, Berry’s sister, in ‘77, the settlement required that he give her all the proceeds from his next album, hence the name Here, My Dear (1978). Gaye also owed millions in back taxes to the IRS and was battling depression and drug addiction as the ’70s came to a close. Shortly after he returned to the top of the charts, his cross-dressing father, a conservative minister, shot and killed him on April 1, 1984, the day before his 45th birthday. Jesse L. Martin (Law & Order, Rent) and James Gandolfini (The Sopranos, Romance & Cigarettes) are set to star in a film about Gaye’s final years; it’s unlikely that writer-director Lauren Goodman will need to manufacture any extra drama.

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CD Review: The Revelations featuring Tre Williams, “Deep Soul”

The Revelations featuring Tre Williams - Deep SoulI love soul music in each and every one of its glorious permutations, so it’s been gratifying for me to listen as a new generation of soul masters has taken the spotlight in the last few years. For me it seemed to start with that first Joss Stone album, but then she seemed to lose the thread as she moved forward. Into her place stepped artists like Sharon Jones, Ryan Shaw, and Eli “Paperboy” Reed, among others. Meanwhile, the great Al Green kept the fire burning, and Raphael Saadiq provided a new soundtrack for the soul revolution. For years I feared that soul music as I knew it was dead, only to have it come roaring back to life.

Let’s define terms. Soul music doesn’t employ auto-tuned vocals, electronic beats, or sampled music. It’s played by real singers backed by live bands. It’s not hip-hop, it’s not rap, and it’s not rock. It’s not black, and it’s not white. It’s whatever it is that Marvin Gaye, or the Temptations, or Otis Redding had, and Aretha Franklin still has.

The award for the most appropriate album title of the decade goes to … The Revelations featuring Tre Williams, for their EP Deep Soul (Decision Records/Traffic Entertainment).

Imagine someone gave you the opportunity to create the ultimate soul band. First, you’d get a great singer like Tre Williams, a guy who will remind you of David Ruffin without remotely copping his style. It’s something about that gravel in the throat. Then you have to be sure to have a great songwriter and backup singer like Rell to write the songs and sing them with Williams. Of course you’d need a band, and you’d get someone like Wes Mingus on guitar, and keyboard player Borahm Lee. You’re going to need a great rhythm section, and bassist Josh Werner, and drummer Gintas Janusonis fill that bill.

So now that you’ve got your singers, and you’ve got your band, what’s it going to sound like? Well suppose you could create an amalgam of Motown propulsion, the rawness of Stax, and just a touch of the balladry magic of Gamble and Huff’s Philadelphia International sound? That would be the ultimate, wouldn’t it?

The results of this brew, the seven-track Deep Soul ep, is just about as perfect as it gets. When it’s over you want more, even as you’re astonished by just how right the Revelations got it. But since you don’t want it to end, they give it to you, in the form of instrumental versions of the seven tracks. Think that’s redundant and you don’t need to hear them? Just wait.

Here’s the opening track on the ep, “Stay Free”, and here’s the instrumental version of the same track. Undeniable, right?

While this ep will remind you of another era, there’s nothing retro about it. This is forward looking contemporary music. The Brooklyn-based Revelations featuring Tre Williams have created something rare that needs to be nurtured so that it can thrive. Tell everyone you know – this is a new soul classic for our time.

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Motown at 50

The TemptationsToday is a very important day in the history of popular music. It was on this day in 1959 that Motown was born. An auto worker by the name of Berry Gordy borrowed $800 from his father to start the company, and to create a headquarters at 2648 West Grand Boulevard in Detroit. The sign over the door said “Hitsville USA,” and that was no idle boast. The building is a museum today. Motown left Detroit in 1972, leaving behind a city that is still struggling economically.

You’ve no doubt heard the story many times, but here are some of the names; The Temptation, The Supremes, The Four Tops, Martha and the Vandellas, The Marvelettes, Smokey and the Miracles, Marvin Gaye, Stevie Wonder, Mary Wells. The producers were equally legendary, including the team of Holland, Dozier and Holland, and Norman Whitfield.

The musicians who played on the records were known as the Funk Brothers. They were largely forgotten until the wonderful documentary Standing in the Shadows of Motown was released a few years back, giving wonderful musicians like James Jamerson, Benny Benjamin, Joe Hunter, Earl Van Dyke, and Richard “Pistol” Allen, the recognition that they have deserved for so long.

So if you’ve ever danced to a Motown song, or if hearing one of the songs on the radio takes you back to another time in your life, today is a day to celebrate this great American institution.

It’s impossible to choose one song to represent the incredible heritage of Motown Records. So I decided to choose something that I like, that you might not have heard recently. Enjoy:

The Temptations and The Four Tops Medley (live)

Levi Stubbs Tears

She takes off the Four Tops tape and puts it back in its case
When the world falls apart some things stay in place
Levi Stubbs’ tears run down his face
Billy Bragg

So now what are we supposed to do? The world is falling apart, and Levi Stubbs is gone. One of the few things we could count on is lost forever, and the tears are running down our faces.

Levi never went solo. Who knows why. He certainly could have easily had a great solo career just like Smokey Robinson did after he left the Miracles, or like Jerry Butler did after the Impressions, or Ben E. King after the Drifters. But Levi stayed with the Tops, and if I had to guess, I’d guess that it was because for him, some things were more important than fame and fortune. Things like friendship and commitment. I wonder how many people realize that the Four Tops, who formed in 1953, performed for more than four decades with the same lineup. It makes bands who whine about “artistic differences,” and break up after a couple of years, look silly, doesn’t it?

The sad fact is that now there is only one original member of the Four Tops left. Abdul “Duke” Fakir is the survivor. Lawrence Payton died of liver cancer in 1997, Ronaldo “Obie” Benson was taken by lung cancer in 2005, and now Levi Stubbs is gone. Duke Fakir had this to say about his longtime partner: “It seemed like the world really loved him. He had one of the best voices, ever. He could take any kind of song and take you with him. He had that kind of power and love for the lyrics.” Duke is still out there on the road with the current Four Tops, and as long as they’re out there singing those great songs every night, the Tops and their music will never be forgotten.

I guess I shouldn’t neglect to mention the hits. It’s just that they’re as familiar to me, hell to all of us, as the backs of our hands. In the ten year period beginning in 1963, the Tops had 20 top-40 hits. Most of those came in Motown’s golden era of 1964-1967, and were produced by the legendary Motown hitmaking team of Holland-Dozier-Holland. To name just a few: “Ask the Lonely,” “Can’t Help Myself,” “Bernadette,” “Seven Rooms of Gloom,” “Reach Out,” “Shake Me, Wake Me,” and “Standing in the Shadows of Love.”

It’s funny, as much as I love those Motown hits, and they were my very lifeblood growing up, my favorite Levi Stubbs vocal came in 1982, when the Tops were well past the peak of their fame. It’s a gentle ballad called “I Believe In You and Me,” which is billed as a Four Tops record, but other than some backgrounds in the bridge of the song, the only voice on the record is that of Levi Stubbs. When he hits that falsetto, see if the tears don’t run down your face.

So now I’ll put my Four Tops tape back in its case. The whole world is falling apart and Levi Stubbs is gone. God help us.