CARAVAN: CARAVAN (1968)
1) Place Of My Own; 2) Ride;
3) Policeman; 4) Love Song With Flute; 5) Cecil Rons; 6) Magic Man; 7)
Grandma's Lawn; 9) Where But For Caravan Would I; 10*) Hello Hello.
The earliest history of Caravan is inextricably
linked to the earliest history of Soft Machine: both bands were formed out of
the ashes of the legendary Canterbury band Wilde Flowers, which made no
recordings yet served as a building pad for two of the most famous outfits of
the «Canterbury scene». That said, from the very start Caravan and Soft
Machine followed two very different paths — apart from the fact that both
teams were progressive-minded, Soft Machine quickly adopted modern jazz and
avantgarde as their prime sources of inspiration, whereas for Caravan, even in
their «wildest» days, jazz was just one of the building blocks, and hardly the
principal one. Above everything else, Caravan wanted sorely to be an English band, so that the word
"Canterbury" could actually redeem that Chaucer association; and that
Englishness already permeates and dominates their self-titled debut so
thoroughly that, perhaps, it is no wonder that it did not sell all too well —
in the same year when the same fate also befell the Kinks' Village Green Preservation Society, for instance.
Then again, maybe it was just because it was
not such a great record. Recorded in London and released on Decca in the UK and
on Verve in the US, Caravan was a
collection of relatively quiet, friendly, introspective progressive pop songs
whose closest stylistic predecessors would probably be The Moody Blues and
Procol Harum (to a lesser degree, also Traffic) — and it might have been just a
wee bit hard to understand what it was that made them special. The primary lead
vocalist, Pye Hastings, sounded pretty, but clearly less gorgeous than Justin
Hayward, and he wasn't much of a guitar player, either, certainly not when
compared to Robin Trower. Richard Sinclair, on bass and occasional vocals, did
not exactly lay on a ton of dazzling lines, taking more of a McCartney-style
«concealed melodic approach» to the instrument. The most visible musician on
the album is Richard's cousin, Dave Sinclair, whose organ is almost always the
single loudest instrument of all, but even he ends up sounding like a slightly
inferior partner of Rod Argent.
So what is the saving grace, then? Nothing but
the simple fact that in between all of them, they form a pleasant mix, and that
the lack of flash comes across as a sign of friendly humbleness. The entire
album has a bit of an echoey, cavernous sound to it, further emphasized with
the loudness of Sinclair's organ, so that when Pye sings, "I've got this
place of my own / Where I can go when I feel I'm coming down", the
automatic question in my mind is, "What place? Canterbury Cathedral?",
and Pye does sound like a preacher on
that song, except that the sermon is non-canon ("Why don't you live a bit
today? / For tomorrow you may find that you are dead"). A friendly,
non-intimidating preacher, though, one that won't piss you off even if you
disagree.
Most of the short songs are catchy in their
little ways. ʽRideʼ, propelled with a funny little cavalry trot from drummer
Richard Coughlan, is a cute folksy ditty, gradually transforming into a vigorous
drum / organ extravaganza. ʽPolicemanʼ is a wannabe-Traffic art-blues song,
with Richard Sinclair throwing in a bit of a political angle, but in such a
mildly pleading manner that no true revolutionary would accept this bunch of
pussies as his trusted friends. ("Take the time to change our minds / We
will pay our parking fines", Sinclair promises like he means it). And ʽGrandma's Lawnʼ,
speeding up the tempo and harshening up the organ tone, kind of sounds like
early (pre-Gillan) Deep Purple, only without the distorted guitar, mixed with a
ʽDead End Streetʼ-like attitude of misery ("lost my plec, bloody heck,
who's got my plec, break his neck" is a particularly precious line that
even Ray Davies wouldn't have come up with at the time).
There are also some psycho experiments that are
questionable — ʽMagic Manʼ is a lazy waltz where Pye seems to be trying a
little too hard to convince us of the pleasures of a life of floating around in
your own pot-enhanced imagination ("Soft Machines, Heart Club Bands and
all, are welcome here with me" is a particularly cringeworthy line, too),
and ʽCecil Ronsʼ might be their most embarrassing stab at psych-folk ever, since the song never seems to
decide if it wants to be intimidating or enchanting, let alone the lyrics that
deal with urinating under somebody's tree, if I'm not mistaken. It is well worth a listen just to learn how
absurd things can get at times, but don't expect Monty Python quality or
anything.
That said, «classic» Caravan is only previewed
here by two tracks — ʽLove Song With Fluteʼ, a jazzy ballad with unpredictable
time / tempo changes and, indeed, a lengthy flute solo delivered by Pye's
brother Jimmy in properly pastoral mode (with more fluency than Ray Thomas, but
far less aggression than Ian Anderson); and the lengthy ʽWhere But For Caravan
Would Iʼ, bookmarked with more folksy preaching from Pye but essentially given
over to proggy jamming in non-standard time, Pye holding things together with
simple, but powerful guitar riffage and Dave pulling a Rod Argent / Keith
Emerson on the organ as long and hard as he can (which isn't really that long, or that hard). Both tracks are passable exercises, but do not really
answer the question of whether we need
to have yet another young aspiring progressive act to add to the already
existing diversity.
Despite that, Caravan still works as an atmospheric, melodic, friendly collection
of art-pop songs: for what it lacks here in originality, it makes up in terms
of hooks, good taste (other than "so we all go to wee in the
garden"), and humility. I mean, with this kind of equipment and these
particular musical goals, Caravan's debut could have easily been like Uriah
Heep's debut — except that it wasn't, because nobody is trying to compensate
for lack of musical virtuosity with annoying bombast and trumped-up epicness.
So, even if this is just a brief taste of better things to come, I've always
had the same kind of soft spot in my heart for it as for From Genesis To Revelation, and here it is reflected in a thumbs up
rating.
I get an impression from the closing paragraph that Uriah Heep's debut must be something bad... But it isn't, therefore I'm confused.
ReplyDeleteOf course you are confused. Anybody who thinks "Exile On Main St." is bad, and Uriah Heep's debut is good, is confused. Deeply. :)
DeleteLike so many serious critics GS doesn't like UH. Read the reviews on the original site. They are very entertaining. The funniest thing though is that those serious critics accuse UH of taking themselves way too seriously, which they didn't.
DeleteHowever lots of GS' criticism of UH still is valid and far more substantial than Melissa Mill's (in)famous "If this band is gonna make it I'll have to commit suicide" or 10 years later also in Rolling Stone Magazine: "David Byron is the worst singer in the history of rock'n'roll. Fortunately he got the music he deserved". UH's delivery of Come Away Melinda is so overblown that it becomes pathetic in the wrong way. And Hensley's sound experiments on Gypsy are so primitive that they cringeworthy (I much prefer the edited, almost punkish single edit). For some people such failures overshadow the good stuff, so that they don't recognize how Mick Box hits the nail with his short, punchy solo on that same song. GS is one of those people.
"Gypsy" is like a late-era "Family Guy" joke -- it starts off good, becomes grating as they continue to beat the dead horse, then suddenly becomes fun again after stretching out so far. Certainly the single edit, though, makes it a far more effective song.
Delete"Come Away Melinda" is definitely the nadir of the Byron years, from a band that never shied away from including moments of deplorable taste on even their best albums. UFO did it far better on their own debut, making it rather creepy (which surely wasn't the original writers' intent, but it works).
Compared to their contemporaries, in heavy metal or prog, UH was always kind of a joke, and despite their longevity they've never really seemed to find their place. A reasonable critic recognizes the joke and still looks for spots of actual talent to show that there was some kind of point to their existence. GS, whether you agree with him or not, is pretty fair -- he noted the obvious highlights when there were some ("Look at Yourself", "July Morning", "Easy Livin'", "Bird of Prey").
UH have nothing on the Stones, but I'll admit I enjoy Demons and Wizards more than any Led Zeppelin album.
DeleteHave always really enjoyed the first 5 Uriah Heep albums and could never understand the hate directed towards them. It's decent 70s heavy rock with some nice guitar and organ playing. Nothing more, nothing less.
ReplyDeleteThey did get bad in later years though.
Came here to see what fellow Caravan fans thought about your review. Found a load of people waffling on about bloody Uriah Heep. You've every right to delete these posts for being off topic!
ReplyDeleteThere's enough here to hint at what was to be achieved over the next four albums. The big change to come was Richard Sinclair's development as a songwriter and performer. Five years on from this, the band managed one great album following his departure (For Girls...) but declined thereafter
To be fair, Uriah Heep are more of a conversation-starter because they're so damn divisive; Caravan could never hope to angry up the blood to the same degree.
DeleteThat being said, I think the debut from Hastings, Sinclair, and co. has some legit great moments. I adore "Place of My Own," as it manages to sound warm and hospitable despite the superficially "cavernous" quality of the production and Pink Floydish (Barrett era, obvs) psychedelic vibe. And "Policeman" manages to blend a cheeky (and catchy) music hall style with a feeling of genuinely affecting melancholy. Always liked that one...
Sidenote, prompted by the realization that George has continued into the realm of classic British prog rock (was Camel the last one he reviewed?): it's disappointing that he will almost certainly never have the opportunity to review Van Der Graaf Generator again, or any of the recent and nifty reunion albums they put out. Listening to Trisector now and it's ace.
That's more like it! Your comments on Place Of My Own are spot on. You are right about Richard's melancholy; it balances the whimsy perfectly.
DeleteI was put off VDGG at an early stage for two reasons: they were ostentatiously loved by the most pretentious people at school, and the bus to school passed within touching distance of the giant Manchester University Van De Graaff Generator the band were named after, but couldn't be arsed to spell right
Probably fair to reassess my prejudices after 45 years have elapsed though!
DeleteI'm fond of this album -- it can't touch "ItLoGaP" or "Waterloo Lily", but it's got a lot of quiet and very British charm. Like you, I find the obvious highlights to be "Place of My Own" and "Policeman".
DeleteThese are shaky times we're living in....I'm sayin' UH peaked with 'Salisbury' now! ....
ReplyDeleteCan't wait for more Caravan reviews!
ReplyDeleteLet's get the nit-picking out of the way first: Caravan's debut album was released originally in the UK on the Verve Forecast label - Verve's attempt to grab a piece of the rock market. The roster mainly comprised US folkies like Tim Hardin & Odetta plus US fringe rock acts like the Blues Project. As far as I can recall, Caravan were their only British act. The label disappeared in the corporate shake up that saw Polygram buy Verve in the early 1970's.
ReplyDeleteAs for the album, I think Caravan were aiming for the same kind of Englishness that Pink Floyd, Family, Traffic, early Yes and Jethro Tull were aiming for. Hastings' limitations as a guitarist meant that they were never going to be blues-rockers like Fleetwood Mac and they avoided the West Coast janglings of The Byrds and Quicksilver. Obviously, the first album is a very fragile affair but whilst it lacks in musical virtuosity, it has a lot going for it in terms of pastoral mood and David Sinclair's organ sound was a new departure from the blues-rock Hammond stylings of Steve Winwood and Ian McLagan. I first heard the band via John Peel who played 'Place of my Own' and I still love the overall mood of the album despite some weak songwriting ('Cecil Rons' being a prime example). Spent much of summer 1969 listening to this, Pink Floyd's 'More' soundtrack and Traffic's second album - they're all a fit, really. Later Caravan became more polished but less interesting somehow.
Thissy here's a fun album, and for me a bit more of a cureocity than anything else. I do rather like 'Where but for Caravan', which would be instrumentally referenced on 'Don't Want Love' 27 years later. Like on Grey and Pink, Pye gives us no guitar soloing, which is a shame, because as we learn later he really can play. Dave is one of my favorite keyboardists, though while he sounds good on this album, his style and vertuocity are still embryonic. Consider though that the man was originally gonna be the bass player, and largely stuck to that role with the Wildflowers. His solos on this album mostly consist of somewhat nimble but simple and short scales and runs--basic Argent or Jimmy Smith afare--and similarly humble riffage. Rich's bottumn end is likewise basic--he was due to be on guitar afterall; but by the early-mid 70s he'd prove one of the best in the business. The cavernous feel here probably does the greatest disservice to Richard, whose bass and rich voice really aren't aloud to shine and counterbalance Pye's tenner.
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