Showing posts with label 1970. Show all posts
Showing posts with label 1970. Show all posts

Towards Paradise: Amon Duul i, ii, or 3?

Reading David Stubb’s Future Days: Krautrock and the Building of Modern Germany (2017). He’s a British music journalist that goes back to the 1980s; Melody Maker, good buddy of music writer Simon Reynolds. I read Stubb's electronics book, Mars by 1980 (2018), a few years back and learned a lot from it. 

Especially appreciated the pre-1980 stuff, a history of electronic music in the 20th century. Stockhausen, etc. I knew virtually nothing outside the pop/rock electronic music that I heard on the radio in the 1970s; Kraftwerk and Moroder/Donna Summer, basically. I didn’t always entirely agree with Stubbs on the later stuff I already knew, Aphex Twin, ambient EDM, but I learned so much about the early history of electronic music in the 20th century from his book that I thought it was time to get his take on Krautrock. Or what the Germans originally called Kosmiche Musik, or "Cosmic Music," a German musical style of psychedelia, or progressive rock, that thrived for about a decade beginning in 1968. 

I'm a late-adopter to Krautrock, let it be known, and so in that sense my new found interest I must confess is at least in part an extension of my advancing geezerdom. I knew a little bit, the aforementioned ‘70s pop stuff, and I owned a few cherished Can, Faust, and Neu albums, but never started listening to a lot of Krautrock before this century. Reflecting on that now, like several other semi-recent music listening enthusiasms (minimalism, spiritual jazz, and various ambient and EDM sounds), an undoubtably big draw for me with Krautrock is that it is predominantly instrumental music. I used to listen to a lot of pop or rock music, with their wordy lead singers, singer-songwriter music, while reading magazines or whatever, but anymore my preferred music programming when I’m reading is predominantly instrumental music. Words, English words (languages I don’t understand aren’t a problem; love French rap in the background, for instance), but I find English words too distracting. But I really enjoy listening to a lot of Krautrock while I'm reading.  

Amon Duul aren't in heavy rotation in my reading listening sessions, however. Too many vocals; not enough droney Motorik tempos. But they are undeniably giants of the genre and their first album, Phallus Dei (1969), 'Erection God,' basically, and their song, "Archangels Thunderbird," hold firm positions, ahem, in my growing Krautrock pantheon. 

At any rate, the first chapter in Future Days is devoted to Amon Duul. Amon refers to the “sun” god in ancient Egypt and Duul is either a nonsense word or a derivation of a Turkish word that means “moon.” An early theme in the book is that Krautrock is a cultural outgrowth of 1968 political protests in Germany, so why not start with the Krautrock band most associated with the counter-cultural hippie communes in this period? As the story goes Amon Duul were members of a commune in Berlin in the late ‘60s (with little to no contact with the Red Army Faction or any other violent terrorist groups often associated with those communes, I'll hasten to add). A large, revolving, group of members of the commune, hippies, derided by most everybody outside their commune, get together and do these psychedelically charged drum circles and improv musical jams. Very DIY and very loose and unorganized. Amon Duul ii were a small group of the better musicians in the original AD commune who felt held back by the drum circle ethos and wanted to do something more ambitious. Make high-octane psychedelic riff-rock jams into hit records or at least this was the plan anyway. The rule of thumb I learned was that Amon Duul ii were good, sometimes great, and the original AD were always bad, and in my early samplings of the two this rule seemed to moreorless hold true. And this take is also moreorless reinforced here by Stubbs. 

But I’ve learned semi-recently that Julian Cope, singer in post-punk band Teardrop Explodes, and gonzo Krautrock expert in his own right, swears by this third original Amon Duul album called Paradieswarts Duul (1970), or ‘towards paradise’ Duul. I was hoping Stubbs might weigh in on this heretofore unknown to me original AD album but not a word. 

Pardieswarts scales down the commune drum circle of the first couple of AD albums to seven musicians, including two couples, and adds back on AD ii guitarist John Weinzierl and percussionist Chris “Shrat” Thiele. 

Krautrock toggles between an art rock formalism (minimalism, electronics) and a pastoral psychedelic ideal (ambient serenity, musique concrete). Think of Can or Faust holing up in some rural makeshift DIY studio outpost, incorporating the ambient pastoral sounds and/or tempos of nature into their electronic experimentation and cut-ups. Think of Popol Vuh’s spooky pastoralism or the spacious serenity of the album Eno makes with Cluster shacked up together somewhere in rural Germany. If I were to hazard a guess as to why Stubbs overlooks Paradieswarts I’d guess it is because it is a hippie folkie pastoral with very little artistic pretensions. No electronics. Stubbs exults about AD ii’s very Stockhausen, 18-minute-long  “The Marilyn Monroe Memorial Church,” the third side of their 1971 double-album Tanz der Lemminge (English: Dance of the Lemmings). Not much Stockhausen in Pardieswarts. It is a very traditional sounding album, actually. Stubbs might just find Paradieswarts musically conservative and a little too hippy-dippy sloppy. The vocals are definitely a weakness but even they have grown on me with repeated plays. 

Anyway, Paradieswarts is definitely on the acoustic and traditional instruments side of the Krautrock spectrum; no tape-splicing, just roll the tape and some jamming hippies trying to come together right now. Or right then. Exquisite filigrees of guitars, piano, flute, harp, and bongos, slow building, noodling, interweaving individual players and a rough chorus of singers into these beautiful sad crests of communal hippy love. Works for me, and right at home with pastoral psychedelic greats like early Pink Floyd or Neil Young.  

"Let Us Go Into The House Of The Lord," Pharoah Sanders (1970)

 

From Sander's 1970 album deaf dumb blind (summun bukun umyan), the parenthetical adding the title in Arabic. Two saxes, Sanders and Gary Bartz, Woody Shaw on Trumpet, Lonnie Liston Smith at the piano setting the arrangements. Sanders plays eight instruments. Eight musicians in all appear in the credits, everyone adding percussion. Overlooked spiritual jazz masterpiece, carnivalesque polyrhythms and inspired free jazzers seeking transcendence. Belongs near the top of the spiritual jazz canon.

Hot Tub Time Machine: Soul Hits of the '70s

 "Love Rollercoaster," Ohio Players (1975): "Say what?" Number 1 in 1976 and a monster at school dances and probably the discos, I hadn't been to one quite yet. Dr. Funkenstein, George Clinton, doesn't like the disco blahs but discos sure do like the funk. Bohannon, Eddie Kendricks, Archie Bell, Earth, Wind, & Fire, Isley Brothers, Kool & The Gang, Jimmy Castor, War, Chic, and the Ohio Players could all be funky as it gets and were big hitmakers in the discos. 



"Shake, Shake, Shake (Shake Your Booty)," KC & Sunshine Band (1976): As a pretentious pimply adolescent I resisted KC's lyrics, which all more or less encourage you to shake your booty. Not that I was opposed to shaking my booty, properly lubricated, but couldn't they be not so freakin' obvious about it?! Now I think the dancing dogma accentuates KC's singular focus on making irresistibly catchy Latin funk pop. This or "Get Down Tonight" my Sunshine Band peaks. They emphasize the fun in funky.  

"You're Everything I Need," Major Lance (1975): By the '70s and the disco era Major Lance is a throwback, raw early '60s soul, like early Motown but still a little rougher around edges, more mistakes and sometimes more enthusiasm and that all-join-together churchy musical energy that made soul music sizzling hot in 1963 and still a dance music breakdown-sound, which Sly took to glorious pop heights, favorite in the '70s discos. Especially big in the discos of northern England and dubbed Northern soul. 


"The World," Sweet Inspirations (1970): A lot of early gay disco was taking Philadelphia International, Motown, or Atlantic soul music like this, as DJ's naturally started with a special appreciation for the longer stuff, more time between record transitions, Eddie Kendrick's "Girl You Need A Change of Mind" or The Temptations "Papa Was A Rollin Stone," both going way past five minutes, for early disco examples, and then stretching these proto-disco models even longer, lovingly adding symphonic intros and outros, elaborately funky bridges, endless buildups and exquisite climaxes. Producer Tom Moulton made a whole career out of this. This Atlantic single is more country than Moulton's mixes, the Sweet Inspirations bring more churchy old school fervor into the disco, but the mix conveys Moulton's kind of disco love for original soul music sources. Some of the love behind the Sweet Inspirations should also be credited to Jerry Wexler as well, the guy who coined the phrase rhythm & blues. The SI's were backup singers for Aretha, Elvis, Dusty, and a bunch of other Wexler production credits, and put out eight albums of their own between 1967 and 1979. 

Brian Eno's Ambient Music in Early Electric Miles Davis

I could be mixing it up with something else but I'm fever dreaming Brian Eno had to be listening to this Miles Davis recording of a David Crosby song, "Guinnever," when Eno collaborated with Jon Hassell to make his much beloved by me (and, yes, his hilariously pretentiously titled), Fourth World, Vol.1: Possible Musics (1980) and his solo album On Land (1982), both abstract portraits of "possible" geographic spaces.  

Apparently, when Crosby first heard Mile's version of his song he was so disapproving Davis kicked him out of his studio. Crosby's beautiful melancholy folk pastoral, "Guinnevere," is stretched truly beyond recognition, and to nearly a half an hour of music in the version I share below. It's like the barest pulse of a melodic bass line from the original, everything stretched out as if surveying strange mysterious landscapes, not unlike Eno's later ambient albums. This barest ambient impression of a melodic bassline in "Guinnevere," which Xgau says actually was already coming from Mile's Sketches of Spain classic, functions as ambient launchpad into percolating tempos of the thick steamy tropics, fluttering in and out of exotic slow-building bird mating rituals, Arabian sandstorms and lunar space landing keyboards, ghostly horn fantasias, epic ambient tableaus of jazzy space rock soundtrack music. 

Miles recorded "Guinnevere" in 1970, with a lot of his fusion regulars of the day, Wayne Shorter, Airto, John McLaughlin, Chick Corea, Bennie Maupin; a long list of musicians contributed to the recording. The album with a seven minute version came out in 1979, on Circle in the Round, just in time for Eno, always in the mix in those days, working with Jon Hassell, experimental trumpet player (actually, to my crude ears he sounds more than a little like a spacey foghorn tape-manipulated version of Miles), and composer (Vol. 2 of the Fourth World series on his own is equally stirring; and he has other very good ambient albums as well). And then Eno's On Land in '82; again, sonically sketching geographic terrain like Mile's "Guinnevere." There it is several of Eno's key ambient moves in early electric Miles. 

By ambient, big word now, I mean in the OG sense: unimposing and slow developing soundscapes that work well as background music. They fill the space without overwhelming the space; you can ignore the music if you want but if you do pay attention to it you can sometimes find ambient music mesmerizing and in moments physically and/or emotionally stimulating. Eno's original definition of ambient music, basically. 

I know there's all kinds of other shades of ambient music now but I'm going back to Eno's '70s originals, and even before that, the proto-ambient music source, early electric Miles Davis, 1970 to 1974, outtakes from his Bitches Brew, Jack Johnson, On the Corner sessions, stretched out, sprung like Stockhausen ambient jazz landscapes, exotic soundscapes, beautiful black and blue soundtracks like "Guinnevere."

Like a space age Black Power music; Miles electric '70s peers with some of Sun Ra or Coltrane's most out there free spiritual jazz. But Miles is strictly secular, his spirituality rooted in the blues. His electric music an Afro-futurist meditation on the blues in 1970s that sounds cold, fierce, and visually other-worldly. Miles on another high modernist musical tip, like music writer Greg Tate was always writing about him. 

I still don't know how much this is Miles and how much producer Teo Macero, a topic of some controversy apparently. This half hour long suite was left off the studio release of Bitches Brew (1970) and appears first on the 1998 release of The Complete Bitches Brew sessions. In the same vein try "Calypso Frelimo" off Get Up with It (1974). Space rock funk at another early ambient peak for Miles.

Miles was a mother in these years; a jazzy space rock exorcist unable to escape his demons. Churning out beautifully dark and visionary music.  

Here's the Crosby, Stills, & Nash original, 1969, all melancholy pastoral acoustica, beautifully forlorn harmonies, "she/Ma'lady/we shall all be free," or for the purposes of enjoying the song anyway. Works for me but how Miles got from this CSN song to his electric voodoo Miles in outer space version I do not know but at any rate what a near miraculous act of musical creativity. Crosby warmed to it years later. 

I know electric Miles is way too slow and freaky austere for casual CSN pop music fans; think "Almost Cut My Hair" stretched and slowed down to three times its original length. But if you're into jazz or ambient or exotic longform background music early electric Miles and Eno should not be missed. Sonic safari music that goes well with reading. And strong coffee. Recommended. 

If it took CSN for you to read this far I don't have any problem with that. 

The Velvet Underground Were Punk Rock Artists

Just watched Todd Haynes' documentary The Velvet Underground (2021). As hagiography it's very satisfying, so if you're a fan at all and haven't seen it yet you'll want to. Andy Warhol's 1960s pop art Exploding Plastic Inevitable in all its infamous demimonde glory. The origins of heroin chic and the greatest drug song in rock & roll history. The misty story of Moe Tucker's vocal on "After Hours." John Cale explains the early allure of the Velvets' sound as a combination of R&B and Wagner. Jonathan Richman, maybe their biggest fan, gushes with mysterious awe about various strange essences in the Velvet's music. And the doc is packed with images, found film footage, that many will have never seen before. 

Haynes' does have his own take, though. And I find it persuasive but not entirely convincing. 

In his story the Velvets were a Warhol art project, part of his Exploding Plastic Inevitable. Andy brought all the improbable parts together, Cale, Lou, and Nico. Set them up with his avant-garde pop art light show and took them on their first tour of the West Coast. Under Warhol's creative curation they produced a singular masterpiece, The Velvet Underground & Nico (1967). And then a proto-punk rock reaction to the Flower Power and hostility they encountered on their West Coast tour, White Light/White Heat (1968). 

Bill Graham, the big West Coast producer, hated The Velvet Underground, the doc shares. Tucker attributes this to Andy's superior light show. And clad in black the Velvets couldn't relate much to the colorful sunshine hippies of the West Coast. In this way, White Light/White Heat presages the Sex Pistols crash and burn spectacle in sonic dissolution and mayhem; making a noise fetish into an art move. It doesn't have the "songs" of their other albums but could be their most influential album sound-wise. 

But then that was it, the highly flammable ingredients of  The Velvet Undergound explode apart. Or, actually, Nico drifts away. And, basically, Lou drives everyone else away. He breaks with Andy. And shortly thereafter he gives the rest of the band an ultimatum as to whether Cale or he stays. Cale leaves and so the story of the original Velvet Underground is more or less over, in Haynes' account. 

The third album, The Velvet Underground (1969), the soft one without Cale or Nico, is glossed over. Loaded (1970) is barely mentioned, other than to point out Lou cut Moe out of that one too. A sort of addendum to the Lou broke up the band story. And VU, the lost album that ought to have come out between those two (but wasn't released until 1985) gets no mention at all, or none I can remember now. Not taking anything away from the first two albums, both classic albums, but there is a case to be made that the last three Velvets studio albums, without Nico and Cale, and in one instance even without Tucker, are as good or even better than the first two, or at least not dismissible as such. 

Not to Haynes's story, though. The more puzzling question for me is why Lou was never able to match in his solo career the greatness of even the last three Lou-centric Velvets' albums? And which maybe shows that the greatness of the Velvets five studio albums goes beyond Andy, Cale, Nico, Tucker, or even Lou. Something else that Richman and 1000s of bands since have tried to tap into and reproduce. 

Anyway, seeing the doc reminded me how important White Heat/White Light was to punk rock class of '77 and subsequent noise rock. The Velvets patent a version of art punk based on bleak beauty, violent negation, and rock & roll dissipation; a perfect mean of amateurish racket and avant-garde noise.  

"I Heard Her Call My Name" (1968)


 "Sister Ray" (1968)


"Guess I'm Falling In Love (Instrumental Version)" (1968)


Punk Rock Tuesday.

"Train Through Time," Popol Vuh (1970)

Longform electronic psychedelia evocative of Kraftwerk's "Autobahn" and Brian Eno and David Byrne's My Life in the Bush of Ghosts, both made years later. Hard to get a fix on Popol Vuh or Florian Fricke, the German composer behind them. Their first album, this one, is prophetic electronic music, incorporating a Moog synthesizer and world music polyrhythms. The rest of PV's albums, or the ones I've heard, anyway, are piano or guitar based. Fricke was pals with filmmaker Werner Herzog. I want to call Popol Vuh a great soundtrack band but, really, only five of the over twenty albums they've put out are identified as soundtracks. What I've heard, though, is always cinematic, unfurling bucolic ambient settings, often dark, somber, spooky, radiating an earthy beauty, religious piety, peasant fertility rites, dark premonitions, etc.  



"Archangels Thunderbird," Amon Duul II (1970)


Classic riff rock from Germany, 1970; lady singer, Renate Knaup, caterwauling dark gothic prophecies. Amon Duul ii emerged out of a post-'68 Berlin art commune, and are often initially confused (or by non-Germans, anyway) with Amon Duul, a competing splinter group from the original commune (who actually didn't start recording until after Amon Duul ii had already recorded several albums) and by most accounts are mediocre at best. At any rate, Amon Duul ii's album Yeti is stone-cold classic Krautrock. Histrionic pirates on sonic prog adventures into riffology, pastoral landscapes, and free rock music racket. And, likewise, their first album, Phallus Dei (1969), is an experimental rock juggernaut. 


  (Original Amon Duul ii's bassist, Dave Anderson, joined Hawkwind for 1971's In Search of Space.)