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Monday, September 8, 2014

Blue Öyster Cult: Tyranny And Mutation

BLUE ÖYSTER CULT: TYRANNY AND MUTATION (1973)

1) The Red & The Black; 2) O.D.'d On Life Itself; 3) Hot Rails To Hell; 4) 7 Screaming Diz-Busters; 5) Baby Ice Dog; 6) Wings Wetted Down; 7) Teen Archer; 8) Mistress Of The Salmon Salt.

It is still a little puzzling why the band decided to re-write ʽI'm On The Lamb But I Ain't No Sheepʼ from the first album as ʽThe Red & The Blackʼ, opening the second one, but at least the rewrite helps immediately tag the significant difference in style between Blue Öyster Cult and Tyranny And Mutation — beginning here and continuing throughout. Unfortunately, it is not a difference that would, from my point of view, seriously benefit the second album.

Although the basic ingredients (band line-up; the Pearlman/Meltzer connection, to which is now linked an additional connection with the still little-known underground personage Patti Smith; emphasis on hard rock values, mixed with a post-modern attitude) remain the same, Tyranny And Mutation is notoriously more «rock and roll» than the «mysterious heavy rock» of its pre­decessor. The production is clearer and much more in your face, as the guitar sound now brutally lashes you across it, rather than emerges from some distant dark enchanted forest. Eric Bloom and the rest of the singers rely more on the snarling, sneering «glam» posturing vocal attitudes on the day than the eerie, hushed, voodoo-drenched deliveries. The tempos are faster, the riffage is briskier and, on the whole, more generic (ʽO.D.'d On Life Itselfʼ starts out with one of the most common barroom rock patterns in existence). In short, most of this album will probably be more palatable for fans of the Faces or, say, Billion Dollar Babies-era Alice Cooper, than Black Sab­bath or Led Zeppelin. Sort of.

Which is not to say, of course, that the album is just «boring»: the band has simply switched to a type of music where it takes a little more effort to keep things enticing, and since they are still fresh and enthusiastic, they do manage to keep up with the challenge more often than they do not. The only condition is that one must learn to employ both gut feeling and intellectual reasoning at the same time to get the best out of tunes like ʽ7 Screaming Diz-Bustersʼ: the pure rock'n'roll punch of this seven-minute epic is incomparable with anything a band like AC/DC might have to offer, but its structure, switching back and forth between a maniacal «rock'n'roll rondeau» and a whole slew of different time signatures, compensates for this in an experimental manner. The «diz-busters» in question have not been identified, but, judging by the urgency and unstoppability of that main «choo-ka-choom, choo-ka-choom» riff, they are the modern world projection of the «four horsemen», presenting their own deconstructed strategy for the end of the world.

Other songs worthy of extra comment include ʽHot Rails To Hellʼ, which is a little more fast and a little more lyrically obscure than ʽHighway To Hellʼ, but essentially deals with the same pro­blem — and, for what it's worth, has a better fundamental riff, not to mention a far more imagi­native coda, in which the other riff of the song almost literally «gets fried» as you descend into "the heat from below" that "can burn your eyes out"; the Patti Smith-cowritten ʽBaby Ice Dogʼ (always refreshing to hear a female-penned lyrical piece begin with the line "I had this bitch you see..."), with one of the most minimalistic and saddest guitar solos ever committed to tape; and ʽMistress Of The Salmon Saltʼ, which starts out with the same chord punch that we all know from the far more famous ʽSpace Truckin'ʼ but then goes on to make a completely different point (not that I know what point, exactly, but at least it's a catchy one).

On the whole, though, the album tends to drag a little, especially everywhere where the band tries to be moody without being heavy — there isn't a single song on here, for instance, which would match the soulful tension of ʽLast Days Of Mayʼ or the spookiness of ʽScreamsʼ: something like ʽWings Wetted Downʼ, whose tales of black horsemen and echoes of empires also suggest apo­calyptic predictions, does not manage to infiltrate my mind on any serious level, sounding more like one of those second-rate late-Sixties psycho-art songs usually done by British people but sometimes copied by Americans as well, and they are not giving it any special flavor.

A thumbs up rating is still guaranteed in the end (wings wetted down, it all turns around), yet, in a way, one could easily build up a case against the band stating that «it all went downhill from here» — actually, it did not, but such an easy, almost casual dropping of some of their most intriguing properties shows how it could. On the other hand, if you prefer worshipping your blue oyster cult with less psychedelic smoke and fog, and more kick-ass rock'n'roll, your feelings will be reversed in comparison, so, naturally, this disappointment should not be taken as an absolute. Besides, this seems to be the very first appearance of a Patti Smith poem in the context of a rock and roll record, which sort of makes it a collectible by itself, I gather.

8 comments:

  1. "which starts out with the same chord punch that we all know from the far more famous ʽSpace Truckin'ʼ but then goes on ..."
    In the meantime showing that Paice was a far better drummer than Bouchard.

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    1. But Bouchard is a better singer than Paice! This album has more of the early 70's, Creem magazine approved, Detroit vibe to it (remember that "Raw Power" was a contemporary release). The West Coast sound of the first album has all but gone (though it never did vanish entirely - "Don't Fear The Reaper" is very Byrds).

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    2. By the way, George, the release date of this record should read 1973, not 1972.

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  2. The Black side - the first four numbers - is a pure gold of both ass-kicking and ass-shaking sinister apocalyptic dynamo rock'n'roll.

    The Red side is a ho-hum-ish. Not bad, but I don't remember listening to it in decades.

    MNb, unlike Paice, Albert Bouchard is also a singer, guitarist, very important and identifiable composer of this band.

    Besides, the rumors has it that the best drummer of the Season of 72/73 was Karen Carpenter, so it is irrelevant who was behind. ;-)

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  3. Also this: I managed to find the original LP quadrophonic mix of T&M turned to DTS surround by some kind soul, somewhere around the darkest corners of internet. ;-)

    And it is different to the stereo mix, even when downmixed from quadro to stereo. It is better, spacier, more aggressive, more detailed, more impressive. It really emphasizes the threatening sinisterness of the album, so - the Quadro/DTS edition is the preferrable to enjoy!

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  4. Pretty much the same as the first record. BOC's music could indeed be qualified as "hard pop".

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    1. This is pop? No way, Jose. Not until "Mirrors"... OK, "Spectres".

      Some things are similar like on the first album, but there's a whole lot of difference here on T&M.

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  5. Slight slump I guess, as though they weren't quite sure where take what they started. They will be redeemed on the third try before abandoning the creep for camp.

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