BLOOD, SWEAT & TEARS: NUCLEAR BLUES (1980)
1) Agitato; 2) Nuclear Blues;
3) Manic Depression; 4) I'll Drown In My Own Tears; 5) Fantasy Stage; 6)
(Suite) Spanish Wine.
Losing the entire band after Brand New Day had infamously ended up
as the «Same Old Flub» was no big deal for Clayton-Thomas — after all, earlier
on in the decade the entire band had lost him,
so a quid pro quo was in the works anyway. Some sources state that he was not
going to use the BS&T tag at all, but that the band's old manager somehow persuaded
him, so David simply enlisted a bunch of his Canadian friends and ploughed on,
brave guy.
Listening to Nuclear Blues makes it fairly obvious why this «new» Blood, Sweat
& Tears was only able to get one new
album on the MCA label. The reason is that the lineup may be new, but the
music, the vibe, the sentiments stay exactly the same — by the standards of
1980, these guys might just as well have been «reinventing» the Charleston. In
retrospect, Clayton-Thomas should probably earn our admiration for the
obstinacy. In general, it did him no good: the album expectedly sank again,
and most people probably did not even go to the trouble of noticing that it did
come out. But those few people who are
ready to take note might actually find something they can not only respect out
of a general respect for bravery, but actually enjoy.
When the album is being bad or silly, it is the
kind of badness / silliness that we are quite used to from Clayton-Thomas. Not
for the first time, he picks out a solid soulful oldie (Ray Charles' ʽDrown In
My Own Tearsʼ), then slows it down and stretches it out to breaking point,
mutilating every inch with his overacting. For the hard rock part of the show,
he picks out another solid oldie, Jimi's ʽManic Depressionʼ, and gives it a
flashy brass reading that only works if you forget all about the schizo-psycho
original. From his own songwriting gut comes the title track, a passable piece
of funk-blues that does not sensibly match the song's ominous lyrical message —
and the predictable piece of cabaret schlock, ʽFantasy Stageʼ, which could work
in Las Vegas, but hardly in my or your living room.
However, the unsung hero of this album is not
Clayton-Thomas, but rather his hitherto unknown pal, trumpetist Bruce Cassidy.
He not only contributes the opening instrumental (ʽAgitatoʼ), but is also
responsible for a large chunk of the closing 15-minute suite, ʽSpanish Wineʼ —
an inventive mix of various Latin musical forms with elements of fusion. In
between both, this makes for twenty minutes of competent, energetic, and occasionally
memorable music. Naturally, a third-, if not fourth-generation BS&T circa
1980 could hardly be capable of pushing boundaries or anything, but the
various movements of ʽSpanish Wineʼ, most of them intelligently sewn together with
Dave Piltch's subtly thrilling bass part, form an intriguing, if not very deep,
composition, something that the old BS&T hadn't really tried out since the
early 1970s.
All in all, this almost desperate attempt to
stick even harder to their guns and go all-out retro on listeners who were just
saying goodbye to the age of disco and hello to the age of electrofunk, synth-pop,
and man-machines, was as good a «swan song» for BS&T as anything — it goes
without saying that this nostalgic meandering, sometimes impressive and
sometimes embarrassing, was much preferable to the option of trying to fit in
with the times and incorporate contemporary synthesizers, drum machines, and
pop-metal guitars. Hence, despite the many problems of Nuclear Blues, I will succumb to the temptation of giving it a thumbs up:
at the very least, ʽSpanish Wineʼ deserves one all by itself, even if it comes
in tandem with some gummy Ray Charles.
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