BLUE CHEER: BLITZKRIEG OVER NÜREMBERG (1989)
1) Babylon; 2) Girl Next Door;
3) Ride With Me; 4) Just A Little Bit; 5) Summertime Blues; 6) Out Of Focus; 7)
Doctor Please; 8) The Hunter; 9) Red House.
Blue Cheer never released a live album in their
heyday, largely because the heyday turned out to be so short — by 1969, it was
all over, and live albums, even for hard-rocking bands, were not yet seen as an
obligatory part of one's portfolio back in 1968. «Better late than never»,
thought Peterson, and, four years into Blue Cheer's «comeback» as an odd hybrid
of nostalgic late Sixties pothead rock and contemporary glam metal, decided to
set up some professional recording equipment for the band's live show at the Rührersaal
in Nüremberg, Germany (October 10, 1988). Whether the choice of a German
audience was accidental or intentional (a special affinity for the country that
gave us Accept and the Scorpions?) is not clear, but there is an obvious
connection between the players and the fans, who do not even seem offended when
told by Dickie about the planned title for the upcoming album. Nothing like a
nice little Blitzkrieg for the
Germans... oh, never mind. It does have a nice ring to it, though.
Once again, however, this particular «Blue
Cheer» is just Dickie and his revolving door: no Paul Whaley and not even a
Tony Rainier in sight. Instead, guitar duties are handled by Duck MacDonald,
known mostly for always willing to lend a helping hand to defective reunions of
old heavy rock bands with color-based names (in addition to Blue Cheer, he
would also tour with Black Sabbath and Blue Öyster Cult); the drummer, if
anybody is interested, is Dave Salce, and he does a fairly decent job
reproducing the percussive madness of Whaley, but his fills are less
unpredictable and not so much all over the place.
The setlist continues the trend already set on The Beast: as the only original member
to determine what is properly Blue Cheer and what is not properly so, Dickie
performs only songs from the first
two BC albums and The Beast (but it is interesting that,
out of the new material, he chooses Rainier's compositions rather than his own
ʽNightmaresʼ). Which is understandable if you want to limit your live material
to loud crunchy rockers, but even so, The
Original Human Being is quite unjustly given the finger. There is also a tribute
cover of Hendrix's ʽRed Houseʼ, done surprisingly close to the spirit of the
original, even if MacDonald cannot restrain himself from throwing in some histrionic
hair metal vibrato cliché every now and then.
The most memorable thing about the album,
though, is arguably the small bits of stage banter delivered by Peterson — always
sounding a little drunk, a little stoned, a little wasted, a little toothless, a
little bit too old to rock'n'roll, but ultimately quite sympathetic: nice
simple old guy with a bit of street wisdom tucked under his belt for good
measure ("we're gonna do a song called ʽSummertime Bluesʼ... and believe
me, there is no cure, I've been looking
for twenty fucking years!"). He has a pretty hard time coping with vocal
problems, particularly on fast numbers such as ʽGirl Next Doorʼ where he
clearly lacks the necessary strength to muster the appropriate roar, but even
if he did have laryngitis or something, on most of the classic numbers the
gurgling in his throat only adds to the overall ragged punch of the material.
And he certainly has no problems holding down all the basslines on which the
tightness and general well-being of the songs depend from start to finish.
Throw in a good setlist, decent sound quality,
and MacDonald's general willingness to play Seventies-style rather than
Eighties-style on the extended instrumental sections of ʽRide With Meʼ and ʽDoctor
Pleaseʼ, and Blitzkrieg turns out to
be much more enjoyable as could be expected on the average from such a setup. Thumbs up;
heavily recommended for Blue Cheer fans and hard rock lovers in general.
No. As a biker band, they ain't Motorhead. And they don't have the chops to be a blues band like Ten Years After. As a metal band, forget it. Without the skills of Leigh Stephens, Blue Cheer = Dead Duck.
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