Lost Tapes of a Seventies
Smells like the seventies. Stale beer, cigarette smoke, sweat
and perfume inside. Piss and puke outside with the occasional
waft of automobile exhaust. No teen spirit here. It's full-on
adult lust and we're here for one reason and one reason only.
To get laid. Oh, and to get drunk. And maybe get something to
eat after we've drained as much alcoholic sludge as we can down
the old gullet. That's one reason, isn't it? Feels like it.
I tell you, those
were some days. When Show Me the Way dominated
any band's playlist--- well, if they wanted to play the
hotspots, anyway. When Bungle In the Jungle blew
out the door and onto the street every time someone entered or
left. When whether you were a boy or girl, someone held your
hair while you spewed stomach contents everywhere--- or, if you
were like me, you just accepted the end result and hoped no one
loved those days. When girls didn't find me completely
repulsive, especially after that fifth beer or third glass of
house wine, more often than not, red. When every band sounded
stiff and off-key when they started and like the best band ever
when they finished.
actually, in their younger days. Don't know The
Goes On/Switchin' to Glide?
No? How old are you, anyway? Before they became The
they were Whistleking.
Nothing but a bar band wanting to be a real band. There were
tons of them back in those days. The only way off the club
circuit was a record deal and they, as were they all, were
struggling to catch the attention of a major label. They had
more nights than they probably care to remember playing cover
songs, knowing that their own music was better--- for them,
anyway. They finally found success--- a major label and even
that elusive hit record--- but they will always be Whistleking.
You never forget your past.
While I was hanging out in dives and drinking to excess, they
were in taverns and bars playing background music for that
excess. Oh, I never saw this band, but I saw plenty like them.
The good ones are indelibly marked in my head. They played
music for drinking and music for dancing and on occasion, if
they could get management to go along, got to throw in a few
originals as well.
album was recorded over a two day period and these guys got the
best of both worlds on tape and it sounds damn good. Good
enough to bring back those sounds and smells. The album is half
and half, originals and covers. The covers are a bit of a
surprise. While most bands played off of a Top Ten list,
their way around it. Show
Me the Wayis
the nod toward hit and I heard it all too much back in the day.
But that's the only track which screamedhit.
Oh, they throw in Squeeze
The Who and
but they also toss in Rainbow's
three--- count 'em--- three
Sons of Champlin
I don't know where I was then (I could seldom find my way back
to the same bars back then), but none of the bands I heard
would even consider
To me, the Sons were gods!
can hear the roots of The
this, for sure, but what I mostly hear is the seventies and
While I was digging the sounds of The
Damnation of Adam Blessingand
a whole passel of bands which comprised the core of great music
which is just now beginning to get the respect it deserved and
deserves, the underbelly of the seventies if you will, I could
have been in bars dancing to these guys. Almost makes me wish
I'd lived in Canada back then. Hell, put the originals on this
album on a 1970s album and they would have fit right in.
The sound quality is excellent mixing-board. The only thing
that separates it from a major label recording of that day is
that the vocals are straight off the mics. Major labels would
have had some of the vocals either doctored or re-recorded in
the studio. What? You think all of those great sounding vocals
weren't doctored on those live albums you used to play ad
infinitum? Wanna buy a bridge? Oh, don't misunderstand, the
vocals here are fine. They are just in your face, is all. It's
like hearing the band in your living room. Turn it up and it
will be just like you were there. Just like it. Swear to God.
I live for albums like this. This is like flipping through a
rack and finding that live Jericho
that you heard about but could never find. That fourth
That live Glass
got lost. This is like reliving the seventies. I know what I'm
listening to next time I drink. I'm just not sure what I'll be
can check out both Whistleking
The Kings by
Don't forget to check out the anthology album as well.