1) Harem Holiday; 2) My Desert Serenade; 3) Go East, Young Man; 4) Mirage; 5) Kismet; 6) Shake That Tambourine; 7) Hey Little Girl; 8) Golden Coins; 9) So Close, Yet So Far; 10) Animal Instinct; 11) Wisdom Of The Ages.
General verdict: Elvis as the Thief of Bagdad? Going back to the 1920s for inspiration in 1965 probably wasnʼt the best possible idea.
Sometimes I am actually left stupefied when
tracing Elvisʼ gradual degradation in the mid-Sixties. With pop culture in all
of its forms and manifestations generally becoming more and more sophisticated
in those years, one could have at least expected the King to try and retain the
already established levels of mediocrity and corniness, even if he proved
unable to adapt to the artistic requirements of the time. Instead, what we see
should be inspiring conspiracy theorists all over the world — because movies
and soundtracks such as Harum Scarum
are pretty much unbelievable as «accidents», much more like somebodyʼs
conscious attempts to bring a formerly respectable artist to the utmost depths
of humiliation.
You need go no further than the movieʼs
synopsis on Wikipedia to understand that the screenplay could, at best, be
appreciated by 8-year olds, and that is even before we get around to discussing all the ridiculous Middle
Eastern stereotypes which could only come from the mind of a screenwriter fully
convinced that Lawrence Of Arabia was
a movie about headscarves and camels. What is even worse, though, is that the
soundtrack, this time, is in 100% agreement with the aesthetics of the movie —
consisting largely of songs whose only purpose is to accumulate every single
«Arabic» cliché known to Western society and convince us that, for some reason,
this dude from Memphis would be an excellent medium for unleashing them upon
our senses.
Remember these names: Bernie Baum, Bill Giant,
Florence Kaye, Stanley J. Gelber, Sid Tepper, Roy C. Bennett — remember them,
because when the Last Judgement comes and the Lord begins personally
admonishing you for having led a life of sin, hedonism, and passive resistance,
all you have to say is «Lord, Iʼve been a sinner, but do I really deserve the same treatment as all those people who wrote
songs for Harum Scarum?», and the
Lord will relent on you, just as he did with Abraham, Isaac, and Jacob. All of
their songs for this album are cringeworthy exercises in joining elements of
country-western and vaudeville with «exotic» Eastern musical motives and truly
abysmal lyrics. The song titles alone, starting with ʽHarem Holidayʼ, tell you all
you need to know — but, trust me, the melodic and emotional content of all
these ditties rarely strays away from the banality and corniness of the titles.
To try and prove that I really did listen to
the album more than once (its only advantage, after all, is that, like all of
Elvisʼ soundtracks, it is gracefully short), I will say that one particular
songwriter here stands an actual chance of avoiding the flames of Hell, and
this is Joy Byers, the same Joy Byers who had a highlight on Viva Las Vegas! with ʽCʼmon Everybodyʼ.
Her two contributions are fairly inoffensive and even somewhat attractive: ʽHey
Little Girlʼ is a simple, generic, energetic piece of twist with mildly amusing
predatory notes and growling piano interludes re-borrowed from ʽWhatʼd I Sayʼ,
while ʽSo Close, Yet So Farʼ is a simple, generic, unvarnished doo-wop ballad
with arguably Elvisʼ best vocal performance on here — at least there is some
sort of dynamics and build-up, though some of the melodic moves seem to have
been copped directly from Phil Spectorʼs ʽTo Know Him Is To Love Himʼ. But at
least if you are mining for your songwriting ideas elsewhere, it is so much
better to be mining in the mines of Ray Charles and Phil Spector than in the
mines of your local strip clubs with «Oriental» themes.
At least it is a bit of a relief to know that
this was the only such experiment in Elvis history, and that the near-total
critical and commercial failure of the entire enterprise made the gang come
back to their senses and return to the tried and true — because even among the
endless sea of boring, unimaginative, derivative, and stereotypical movies and
soundtracks produced for Elvis in the Sixties, Harum Scarum proudly lives up to its title and scares hares up to
this very day.
"expected the King to try and retain the already established levels of mediocrity and corniness"
ReplyDeleteAgain - the underlying assumption that Elvis had any artistic influence on the music he recorded is false. There is no need for conspiracy theories here. And that's an argument for Elvis' defense - one Richard Hugh Blackmore did it on purpose from 1980 on.
At least the sleeve is beautiful.
ReplyDeleteIt's not his worst soundtrack, but definitely not his best. At least you recognized the two best songs on the soundtrack. I would still take this over a few other soundtracks of his though. It gets worse.
ReplyDeleteTwo big points in Harum Scarum's favour - 1) 'Hey Little Girl' has got a real bite & momentum about it (that closing 'Huh!' is a winner) - with a note of caution NEVER to watch it as done in the film (he comes over all 'kiddy-fiddler' - enough said - erase that from your mental files, and enjoy it as a fine record); 2) EP gets all mystical on us in 'Wisdom Of The Ages' -and this is accentuated by an extended version here - https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=ORDD7bWCmT8 -- deserves an official release in its own right.
ReplyDeleteI was going to try to come up with some witty observation about the title of this album/movie, and suggest that if Keith Reid and Gary Brooker had been recruited to write the songs for the project, then we could have had "Procol Harum Scarum." I was going to do that, but the thought of forcing such a lame joke on an already lame album would have been useless overkill. Aren't you glad I held back?
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