CANNED HEAT: HISTORICAL FIGURES AND ANCIENT HEADS (1972)
1) Sneakin' Around; 2) Hill's
Stomp; 3) Rockin' With The King; 4) I Don't Care What You Tell Me; 5) Long Way
From L. A.; 6) Cherokee Dance; 7) That's All Right; 8) Utah.
Canned Heat's first album without Wilson was,
by all means, a disaster — a band that struggled plenty while its top
songwriter and (arguably) most charismatic member was alive had little choice
but to flounder when he was dead. The man's original replacement was Joel Scott
Hill, a decent guitar player (he is immiediately given a chance to shine in
that capacity on the fast boogie piece ʽHill's Stompʼ), but a very ordinary
blues singer — his whiteboy soul-blues deliveries on ʽSneakin' Aroundʼ and
ʽThat's All Rightʼ sound like pale parodies on pre-war urban blues and jump
blues, and you could easily get vocals like these in ten thousand random
barrooms and saloons all across the USA.
Worse than that, the album is simply filled
from top to bottom with bad or poorly executed ideas, little sparks that fail
to light any reliable fires. Even the «gruff blues» formula that used to work
so well for them is now wasted on ʽUtahʼ, eight minutes of the generic ʽMannish
Boyʼ groove, for some reason, recorded in a lo-fi standard, with lots of reverb
on The Bear's vocals (did he have laryngitis or something?) and a lengthy,
chaotic, meandering, and just plain boring solo from Vestine (or is that Hill?)
that tries to set a personal record for the number of trill sequences one can
squeeze out of the guitar in five minutes.
The one track that will probably draw the most
attention is a guest spot by none other than Little Richard, who, coming
totally out of the blue, graces the band with his presence, bringing along a
new song and an old sax player (Clifford Solomon) — and although he does duet
with The Bear, this is essentially just Little Richard, backed by Canned Heat,
doing an impersonation of Little Richard that does not work one bit, because
Canned Heat are too stiff to be doing breakneck maniacal rock'n'roll, and
because Little Richard is too out of place and time to recapture the genuine
youthful flame of the Fifties anyway. Not to mention that, in the context of
the time, singing a merry happy ditty about "the king of rock'n'roll"
just when none of the band members could genuinely synthesize merriment and
goofiness in their hearts was probably not the right choice — and where «authentic»
Little Richard performances make you want to drop everything and headbang like
crazy, this whole experience just feels fake from the start.
In the end, the only tracks that make sense on
the album are the aforementioned ʽHill's Stompʼ (not very imaginative, but incendiary
guitar playing for three minutes, in a style reminiscent of Albert Collins) and
yet another instrumental, provided by a much more suitable guest star than
Little Richard — famous flute (and sax) player Charles Lloyd, whose perfectly
composed melody gives a weird pastoral feel (with a touch of psychedelia) to
the blues groove. In comparison, all the vocal-based numbers are downers: The
Bear is clearly in no shape to contribute anything worthwhile, Hill is
mediocre, and... well, bottomline is, they should have really taken a much
longer holiday to get in shape. As the matter stands, Historical Figures And Ancient Heads really does turn Canned Heat into
what it states it is — an unhappy, but probably inevitable development. Get
the Charles Lloyd track for a good experience, and thumbs down for the rest.
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