Sunday, September 11, 2011
JEFFREY MORGANíS MEDIA BLACKOUT #280
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I GOT A RIGHT TO WRITE JEFFREY
MORGAN’S MEDIA BLACKOUT #280!
Band – Live, Masonic Auditorium, Detroit, January 14, 1978 (Alive) :: This exhilarating, apostrophe
deficient, comma-clad, louder than life lease-breaker was recorded in living mono on a lousy Maxell C-90 audiocassette and
yet I still keep playing it habitually. Now that’s what I call the hallmark of a truly great live
rock ’n’ roll album—and so will you as soon as you hear it.
SIZZLING PLATTER OF THE WEEK: James Williamson & Iggy Pop –
Kill City (Alive) :: I bought this long-lost missing link between Raw Power and The Idiot when
it first came out some zillion years ago, at which point I lauded it as quite the auditory accomplishment. But that’s
nothing compared to how enthused I am about Kill City now that it’s finally been remixed from the
original masters under the watchful eye of album producer Straight James himself—even if he isn’t actually credited
as such on the record; you can trust me on this one, folks.
You can also
trust me when I tell ya that the new and drastically improved sound is more potent than a broken beer bottle heaved at your
bobbing peroxide head. Purists may be peeved that a few songs get fiddled around with by fading up a few new multi-tracks
in lieu of the older ones—most notably during the guitar passages on “Kill City”—but no matter how
much you may have the original vinyl version burned into your brain, I guaranteed that your noggin will gladly accept these
new values after only a few rotary motions. And while we’re talking about the title track, it behooves me to point out
that the handclaps now crack as crisply as a snappin’ slave ship whip while the ragged backing vocals actually have
a dissipated Exile On Main St. edge to them. Oh, and did I forget to mention the barely audible part of the proceedings
wherein an agitated Igg apes Williamson’s unreasonably abrasive guitar fills with his own inimitable imitative vocal
screech just before he begins the vocals? I thought not.
As for the rest of
the album—from the sax-soaked noir ballad of inoperable obsession “Johanna” to the clued-up cautionary
street-walkin’ tale “Sell Your Love”—Kill City remains a achingly mature work that eschews
the brainy turn-of-phrase lyrics and brutal turn-of-stomach music of Raw Power in favor of a far more thoughtful
and elegiac eleven step program of sanity survival.
And if things didn’t
quite work out exactly as planned, don’t fault the two primary participants because they gave it their best shot while
laboring under a stacked deck of circumstances that would’ve crushed lesser mortals like you and I into dust. That both
James Williamson and Iggy Pop not only managed to subsequently survive but successfully thrive only proves that they are
Iggy & The Stooges – Raw
Power (Columbia) :: Because man does not live by achingly mature work alone.
Be seeing you!