Dear Joe,
As promised, here is my full review of When the Rainbow Disappears: A Drama Worthy of The Kitchen Cinq.
As for the first slab, I’m happy to report it sounds like the product of a kick ass rock band from Amarillo, not a polished product of Lee Hazlewood, Svengali, LSD kidnapper, etc. I was afraid they would sound like a pop group caught in his reverberated web of eccentricity. Much as I love nearly everything Lee caught in that web, this band sounds like they were their own men.
Sides One and Two sounds like a lost classic LP, filled with nimble pop and rolling rock, no dud tracks here. Any one of these cuts would hold their own on a Nuggets compilation of mid 60s singles. Here are a few highlights as I listened.
The pregnant pause in the chorus of You’ll Be Sorry Someday is worth the price of admission alone. Nice speedy cover of Neil Diamond’s Solitary Man next. Determination is a charmer too. Please Come Back to Me gets into Jeff Beck era Yardbirds territory, in a good way. Codine brings it back to American folk rock, great Buffy Sainte-Marie tune.
I was surprised to hear them go into a full acoustic pop ballad, along the lines of the Everly Brothers, on For Never We Meet. Thus ends side one.
I’ve just realized I’m too old and slow to write about this energetic group of young men, so I’m brewing more coffee to keep up. Side Two away. Young Boy kicks it off, appropriately enough. All harmonies and harmonica. These boys can really sing. Harmonies continue on Last Chance to Turn Around, sweet like the Hollies. In fact they do a Hollies cover a few tracks later called I Can’t Let Go. The Lee Hazlewood penned Need All the Help I Can Get sounds more like an original they worked up in a sweaty Amarillo garage than something written for Nancy Sinatra or Dean Martin. Credit to their producer Suzi Jane Hokom for getting the best out of them, and letting them be themselves. Side Two closes with a Zombies-ish number called (Ellen’s Fancies) Ride the Wind.
And on to the bonus LP. Some nice cuts in the bands prehistory here as The Illusions and The Y’alls. Figareaux Figareaux is a real gemstone. Great drums and organ. These guys have awesome rock n roll names, by the way. Mark Creamer. Johnny Stark. Hell yes. Nice take on the mandatory cover of Gloria.
Great fuzzy cover of Run For Your Life. I love how bands like this expanded the sinister side of The Beatles universe. So much to be praised here. The brevity, hooks, speed and punch. Some say rock n roll died around 1966, and I can hear how in a way it never got better than this. Longer yes. Harder. But pushed past its natural limit, eventually forming the scrap metal wasteland of Black Sabbath (who as a rockist I love, but that’s another review for another time).
Anyway, back to the record. Side 4 gives up some melancholic beauty called Wasn’t It You. Since they recorded a lot in LA, there were hired guns piling in to the studio. Tandyn Almer brings the baroque pop on The Street Song, an Al Kooper tune. And the Wrecking Crew put in some good work.
You can hear the record biz weariness here on Side 4. Some sweet vocals about dying flowers and cocaine. As one band member puts it in the excellent liner notes: “LA ate us all alive.”
I’m getting downbeat here, but I have to say thank you so much for this record! It rules. And it was so good to see you again up in LA, and I’m glad we’re still around to tell the tales. So glad to hear about your latest projects, especially the Light in the Attic record of your own. Such a groovy label.
Sorry to break the news about the passing of Patrick Crosby and Paul Grillo. Sad to say Jennifer and I have lost several in our group of LA friends over the years. An unexpected part of my psychic experience out here is dealing with death, to be honest. As our young Lyft driver said on the way to meet you at El Coyote: “There’s a reason they called it the City of Angels.”
But for now I think I’ll spin Aretha: Lady Soul and enjoy this coffee on my day off here. I’m forever grateful for these beautiful round relics of the 20th century.
Long live records!
Yours,
Joe