Nick Cave & the Bad Seeds "Henry's Dream" (1992) - got it
After internal conflicts, the Birthday Party broke up. Members Nick
Cave and Mick Harvey put together a pretty impressive collection of
talent with Barry Adamson, Blixa Bargeld (Einstürzende Neubauten) and JG
Thirwell (Foetus, Steroid Maximus, Manorexia etc.). The line-up
eventually pared down somewhat and started cranking out the albums,
evolving towards the Bad Seeds' particular blend of delta-blues, murder
ballads and goth-gospel.
"Henry's Dream" was their seventh release. Reportedly Cave didn't enjoy
the recording process for it himself, but the result is pretty
arresting. It's like some giant apocalyptic catastrophe hits during the
pulsing, unrelenting acoustic first track, with its dark imagery
building to include "lynch mobs/death squads/babies being born without
brains". In the aftermath of this event there are those cracked, dry
and broken ("Brother my cup is empty"), wandering around the world
("When I first came to town"), but there is also the chance for
redeeming love ("Straight to you").
I love the bad seeds, but I have to say that a few of their albums (this
one included) tend to lag a bit towards the end. I find the last
couple of tracks to be less interesting than what has preceded them.
Not bad, just not up to the standard of the rest of the album.
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Friday, May 24, 2019
0266 - All Directions
The Temptations "All Directions" (1972)
The Temps continue to prove themselves to be "more just that band who sung 'My Girl'". The group continue to explore sounds outside of the standard Motown sound, as already heard in slinky funky wah-wah infused albums like 'Cloud Nine' and 'Psychedelic Shack'.
This album is full of funky grooves, including the nearly 12 minute jam of 'Papa was a Rollin' Stone' and gets in your face with the N-bomb laden "Run Charlie, Run" that definitely draw a line in the sand between this album and the clean, short-n-sweet pop of their earlier material.
It comes with a deceptively run of the mill album cover, featuring a clean-cut band photo that doesn't immediately hint at the interesting directions explored within.
The Temps continue to prove themselves to be "more just that band who sung 'My Girl'". The group continue to explore sounds outside of the standard Motown sound, as already heard in slinky funky wah-wah infused albums like 'Cloud Nine' and 'Psychedelic Shack'.
This album is full of funky grooves, including the nearly 12 minute jam of 'Papa was a Rollin' Stone' and gets in your face with the N-bomb laden "Run Charlie, Run" that definitely draw a line in the sand between this album and the clean, short-n-sweet pop of their earlier material.
It comes with a deceptively run of the mill album cover, featuring a clean-cut band photo that doesn't immediately hint at the interesting directions explored within.
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