Category: Love Crypt: Old Music to Rediscover

Welcome to the Love Crypt: Vol.4

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Welcome to PuR’s Love Crypt, spotlighting the underrated, secretly classic albums & songs that didn’t always get the attention they deserved upon release but are worthy of adoration & a listen. Basically, if Love Crypt were a Beatle it would be George Harrison. Now join us under the radar to meet some beautiful dark horses…

Laura Veirs: The Canyon (2018)

Things are messed up right now. And songs about the finite nature of human life, and the fact that we are all basically dustballs might feel like the last thing you’d want to hear at the moment. But maybe “The Canyon” will change your mind. It originally appeared on singer-songwriter Laura Veirs’s superb 2018 album The Lookout and for a song whose theme is our mortality, it is oddly, extraordinarily, comforting. It begins as a somewhat sunny singalong before morphing into a twanging windswept (mostly) instrumental. If riding off into the sunset had an actual sound it would undoubtedly resemble what happens in the last minute and a half of “The Canyon”. An utterly embraceable beauty.

 

That Petrol Emotion: “Heartbeat Mosaic” (1993) 

 That Petrol Emotion were formed from the ashes of legendary Northern Irish band The Undertones in 1984 and featured that band’s core guitar team of brothers John and Damian O’Neill. Their sound uncannily predicted the unruly animal that would come to dominate mid ’90s musical culture, namely the beast of Britpop. “Heartbeat Mosaic” which appeared on Fireproof, the 5th and final TPE album, is a sparse, epically handsome ballad that despite being full of optimistic imagery ( “sun-kissed oceans”) and sweet psychedelic illusions (“moonbeams and maybes”) sounds like it should be playing over a set of closing credits after a particularly intense final scene. And singer Steve Mack’s vocal positively soars with love, love, love.

Welcome to the Love Crypt: Vol.3

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Welcome to PuR’s Love Crypt, spotlighting the underrated, secretly classic albums & songs that didn’t always get the attention they deserved upon release but are worthy of adoration & a listen. Basically, if Love Crypt were a Beatle it would be George Harrison. Now join us under the radar to meet some beautiful dark horses…

Jackson Browne: Hold Out (1980) 

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The initial reviews for Jackson Browne’s 1980 album Hold Out were not particularly favorable. Upon release Rolling Stone magazine stated “What we have is a song cycle with scarcely a single tune that has the moral imagination, pop grace or writerly precision of Browne’s best material”. Doesn’t exactly make you wanna run out to the record store right ? …but people did, in fact it ended up being Browne’s first # 1 album. Truth be told, it was riding on the reputation of it’s predecessor from 3 years before, a critically acclaimed, multi-platinum behemoth called Running On Empty, Browne’s absolutely beloved suite of songs about life on the road. That album got as high as # 3 on the charts and it’s success and quality inevitably ratcheted up the expectations for whatever was to come next. And so when Hold Out arrived 3 years later, the world at large was primed. But as Fleetwood Mac’s Tusk was critically savaged for not being like planet earth’s favorite album Rumours, so too was Hold Out for being not only a mere shadow of Running On Empty in terms of song quality, but for Browne’s not sounding like the favored acoustic troubadour of years past.

But forget all that. Seriously. For while, Hold Out is as slick and shiny as a brand new Corvette cruising down the Pacific Coast Highway on a summer day in 1980, it’s also a ridiculously good, earnest and heartfelt bunch of pop songs. It has a lot of things working in it’s favor. It’s an easily digestible 7 tracks long. It consistently employs the most wonderful of all pop music tropes with it’s sweet, upbeat tunes marrying themselves to sad and wistful lyrics. It’s over-arching theme is loss. Lost and unrequited love in”That Girl Could Sing”and “Call It A Loan”, a lost friend in “Of Missing Persons” and a population of lost souls in the supremely radio-friendly “Boulevard” and “Disco Apocalypse”. It’s closing track, “Hold On Hold Out”, an 8 minute unabashedly romantic epic with an exceptionally clumsy spoken word break is Browne doing his best Springsteen and it’s a pretty endearing thing to behold.

Yes, Hold Out is not Running On Empty or the soul baring equal of any of Browne’s uniformly fine albums of the early ’70s…but it is kind of wonderful.

 

Hear it here: 

 

Tashan: “For The Sake Of Love” (1993) 

Tashan’s “For The Sake of Love” had little in common with what was happening in R & B at the time of it’s release in 1993. While the soul charts at that point were dominated by latter era New Jack Swing grooves, slick ‘n sweet boy band-girl group pop and glossy, over the top balladry, “For The Sake of Love” was looking the other way, namely backward. The song was a brazen throwback to the string-laden, lovelorn “Philly Soul” that the legendary team of Kenny Gamble and Leon Huff wrote and produced for eternal lover man Teddy Pendergrass in the late ’70s. It didn’t sound modern…and, maybe unsurprisingly, sank without a trace. To make matters worse, despite it’s being released through Sony, as of this writing you won’t find the song or Tashan’s album of the same name on Spotify or I-Tunes ( though the cd can be had through Discogs pretty cheaply). It’s a damn shame because it is an extraordinarily lush and beautiful song (with an especially wondrous hook on the chorus) and deserves to be heard. I know that’s a whole lotta breathless hyperbole to take in but “For The Sake of Love” is pretty special.

Welcome to the Love Crypt: Vol.2

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Welcome to PuR’s Love Crypt, spotlighting the underrated, secretly classic albums & songs that didn’t always get the attention they deserved upon release but are worthy of adoration & a listen. Basically, if Love Crypt were a Beatle it would be George Harrison. Now join us under the radar to meet some beautiful dark horses…

Psychic Babble: My Brother’s Ears, My Sister’s Eyes (2011)

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I made a playlist a while back called “Beach Boy-esque” featuring songs that openly and lovingly bowed toward the legendary band in sound and scope. And within that list were a couple of songs by Psychic Babble, the side project of Colin Frangicetto, guitarist of artistically ambitious band, Circa Survive. 2011’s My Brother’s Ears/My Sister’s Eyes is the only album Frangicetto has released under the Psychic Babble moniker thus far and it’s a beauty. It’s alt-rock filtered through a Brian Wilson lens, plushly melodic, occasionally edgy and filled end to end with epic, echoing, sundown soundtracking anthems. Special nods go to “Harper”, “Let Me Change” and “Samantha” , all undeniably handsome and evocative to the last.


Hear it here:

 

Emmylou Harris: “The Connection”

For a song that won a Grammy in 2006 for best “Female Country Vocal Performance”, “The Connection” feels oddly obscure. For one thing it’s introduction to the world wasn’t particularly conducive to discovery; it appeared as the last track, #19, on the 2005 compilation The Very Best of Emmylou Harris: Heartaches and Highways. It was never a single. It was over 5 minutes long. It fell in right between the chairs, not quite a sleeper but hardly famous. But it is one of the true Emmylou lost gems, an absolutely gorgeous and wistful waltz of desperation, ethereal and melodic. The song was written by by Jack Routh and Randy Sharp, who in an interview with Songfacts said the idea behind the song  ” …was this connection, this stream, this desperate person who just wouldn’t let go. And the state of mind that they would go to. But the concept of just refusing to let go, even when there really was nothing there… so desperate that they’re conjuring up a connection of any kind just to keep from letting go”. Emmylou offers up a vocal of pure, rustic beauty and “The Connection” remains an absolute stunner.

Welcome to the Love Crypt: Vol.1

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Welcome to PuR’s Love Crypt, spotlighting the underrated, secretly classic albums & songs that didn’t always get the attention they deserved upon release but are worthy of adoration & a listen. Basically, if Love Crypt were a Beatle it would be George Harrison. Now join us under the radar to meet some beautiful dark horses…

 

Todd Rundgren: Nearly Human (1990)

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4 years had passed since Todd Rundgren had last released a studio album by the time Nearly Human hit the shelves in 1989. 4 years is of course a veritable eternity in pop music. But instead of chasing modern sounds, Todd instead went the other way, eschewing the trends and making an epic, straightforward soul-pop record. Nearly Human contains none of Todd’s trademark quirky interludes and no outright experimentation ( another Todd tendency), it’s basically “Hello It’s Me” on steroids. Melodic, plush and stirring, full of longing lovelorn anthems (“Parallel Lines”, “The Waiting Game”) and hymns of self-realization (“Can’t Stop Running”, “Hawking”) as well as a wondrous scenery chewing cameo from R & B legend Bobby Womack on magnificent roof-raiser “The Want of a Nail”. Nearly Human is a beauty.

 Hear it here:

 

Annuals: Be He Me (2006)

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The debut album by Annuals ( led by Adam Baker) is an ambitious mix of indie rock, seventies style harmonizing, emo and Brian Wilson. Tuneful as hell, it stomps, pleads and intermittently screams and is home to many a singalong chorus. It received a fair amount of acclaim upon release but seemed to fade from view with alarming speed…which is a shame because it’s a manic, theatrical and truly inspired record. From the absolutely gigantic opening track “Brother” to the seven minute closer, the sweet, sad, almost proggy “Sway”, there’s a lot to love here.

Hear it here:

 

Glen Campbell: “Early Morning Song” (1977)

Legendary songwriter Jimmy Webb had no greater muse than late country legend and virtuosic guitarist Glen Campbell. “Early Morning Song” was a deep cut off 1977’s Southern Nights LP, the title track of which went to #1 in the pop charts that year.  Despite being on an album that also sold pretty damn well ( hitting #1 on the Country chart ) and Glen going so far as to perform it on TV, “Early Morning Song” remains a lost gem, never appearing on any of the multitude of Campbell compilations that have been released over the years. It’s a world weary cousin to the absolutely perfect “Wichita Lineman” ( also composed by Webb), full of regret, loneliness…and hope. Glen could do a wistful tearjerker like nobody’s business and he absolutely crushes it here offering up a truly heart-squeezing vocal. It’s full of evocative Jimmy Webb poetry, the song’s narrator recognizing he “ain’t that much fun no more” and dedicating the proceedings to cowboys, hawks in the morning haze, friends lost along the way and lovers “trying to love a telephone”. Campbell said “I think it’s one of the most beautiful ballads he’s ever written”. You got that right Glen.

A More Down Hero: Wings “Back To The Egg (1979)

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An imagined “Dear Paul” letter from Wings’ 1979 album Back To the Egg:

Dear Paul,

What did I do wrong ? Why do you hate me so much ? Why, as of this writing, have you extended the deluxe treatment to albums that are nowhere as good as I am like Pipes of Peace and Wild Life and not me ? Why don’t any of my songs ever get included in your live shows ? Why whenever anyone mentions me, are you so completely dismissive ? You once said I wasn’t so much a concept album as I was a bomb-cept album. Don’t you love me ? Did you ever ? Won’t you help me to understand.

Yours (literally),

Back To the Egg

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Paul in 1979, year of the Egg.

Background: It’s hard to pinpoint exactly when but at some point over the past 20 years music writers and critics began casting a considerably more benevolent eye toward Paul McCartney’s post-Beatle output than they’d offered up in the past. And if you were a fan who’d experienced any of Paul’s solo and Wings stuff being released in real time it was impossible not to notice this seismic shift in opinion. I remember going to buy Pipes of Peace on release day and the guy behind the counter sweetly telling me it was “shit” as I handed over my money to buy it ( admittedly not Paul’s finest album but still). For years writers, record clerks, even other musicians all seemed to be equipped with the same default button, the one that was stuck on Paul solo sucks.

But time has been exceptionally kind to the output of post-Beatle Paul and the seemingly ingrained perceptions have changed. Maybe because the context and expectations have been removed and the albums can finally be listened to at face value. And certainly the ongoing Paul McCartney Archive Collection deluxe reissue program with it’s wondrous, remastered, dolled up versions of selected catalogue titles has helped open ears and eyes. Or maybe, cynically, the awareness that Paul’s a senior citizen and we should appreciate him while he’s still here has come into play. Whatever it is, Paul’s post-Beatle albums are gradually getting their deserved due. Albums once considered substandard and sloppy have come to be regarded as masterpieces (1971’s magnificent Ram). 1980’s McCartney II, described cruelly in the Rolling Stone magazine review upon release as “aural doodles designed for the amusement of very young children” is now rightfully acknowledged for it’s prescience and originality. And time has also shone kindly on the glorious, sugared-up pop of Red Rose Speedway (1973) and Venus & Mars (1975) after years of their being written off as subpar radio pandering cheese.

But alas, this deserved reassessment and acknowledgement hasn’t extended to quite all of the children. I’m speaking specifically of 1979’s Back to the Egg. It’s especially grating in light of the belated love that’s been directed at lesser lights ( okay, gonna say it… I think 1989’s Flowers in the Dirt is supremely overrated). Egg remains a true full length stepchild in the McCartney canon. No deluxe Archive treatment ( despite rumors). No anniversary celebrations. No love at live shows. Egg gets zero.

And here’s the thing, amongst many of the hardcore Macca fans and music nerds I’ve spoken to over the years, the general consensus seems to be that Back To The Egg is objectively brilliant. A loud, beautiful, blaring down the highway, mess of an album and the most criminally underrated release of Paul’s post-Beatle career: the catalogue’s true sleeper. Everyone, can I get a SALAMANDER ( that’s a reference expressly inserted for you Macca nerds. To everyone else I apologize ).

And now as a quick reminder of what we’re dealing with from a historical perspective, here are some highlights from the late Timothy White’s original Rolling Stone review of 1979’s Back To The Egg aka the last official release of Paul McCartney’s post-Beatle band Wings:

“This album is nothing more than a slipshod demo by an aimless band. If it had arrived unsolicited in the offices of Columbia, it would have been returned in the next mail with a terse “No thank you.”
I can think of few other prominent rock musicians who’d have signed their names to this kind of drivel. McCartney’s gross indulgence is matched only by his shameless indolence, and Back to the Egg represents the public disintegration of a consistently disappointing talent…Back to the Egg is just about the sorriest grab bag of dreck in recent memory.”

Damn. Timothy White really hated Back To The Egg.

If a Tree Falls: What does it mean when an artist passively denies an album’s existence by simply ignoring it ? Besides the one above, the reviews for Egg upon release were across the board savage, full of exceptionally hyperbolic vitriol and personal attacks. Why was the hostility ratcheted up so high when it came to Egg in particular ? While it may not have been the equal of what was considered to be Macca’s most esteemed post-Beatle album at that time Band On The Run, it wasn’t that bad ( and to my then young teen ears it was amazing with a giant A). What did they want from him ?

That’s a trick question. They wanted nothing. To them he’d had his ration of success and acclaim ( understatement) and had stopped trying. They thought he was complacent. He was 37 years old and to them his attempts to seem sonically modern and tough came over as desperate, especially in light of all the soon to be seminal albums sprouting up around him as of 1979 (by the likes of The Specials, The Clash, XTC and Joy Division in particular). They wanted him to get out of the way.

‘Cos I Got a Whole Lotta Love For You: The most pronounced quality of Back To the Egg was it’s noticeable increase in volume in comparison to all previous Macca releases. Egg was, for all intents and purposes, a hard rock record… but it’s much more fun to think of it as PAUL’S F-ING METAL ALBUM 🤘. Roughly 6 of it’s 12 musical tracks tug aggressively ( yet sweetly) on Satan’s hem, drunkenly bouncing off the walls with loads of fat riffs, sludgy chords and throat shredding vocal performances. With the exception of “Helter Skelter” Egg remains as metal as Paul has ever been. Representing the noise are “Spin It On”, “Old Siam, Sir”, “Rockestra Theme”, “So Glad To See You Here”,”To You” and “Getting Closer”, every single one being some manner of infectious and sloppy drunk on itself. For those songs as well the album’s ballads, the Paul vocal switch is set to full throttle.

 

“Getting Closer”, the album’s highest charting single still kicks all kinds of ass.

 

The Soft Stuff: A cryptic and eerie hymn (“We’re Open Tonight”), a gothic and doomy ballad ( “Winter Rose”) and the requisite Macca unabashed tribute to love (“Love Awake”) supremely fill in the spaces between the noise. In addition there’s a quality singalong written and sung by band member Denny Laine (“Again and Again and Again”) as well as some straight up romantic retro kitsch because Paul can’t help himself (“Baby’s Request”). And “The Broadcast”, wherein Paul has the owner of the castle the album was recorded at recite a pair of obscure book excerpts, adds a bit of perfect pretentious weirdness to the proceedings.

And oh yeah, Egg is also home to arguably one of the all time greatest McCartney songs ever ever ever, sublimely melodic lament and deep catalog dark horse “Arrow Through Me” which can never be exulted and appreciated enough. It’s hook is just…I have no words.

 

 

The song has developed a bit of a cult following over the years, the finest manifestation of which came in the form of Erykah Badu’s “Gone Baby, Don’t Be Long” from 2010.

 

 

What If It Happened To You ?: Bad reviews dovetailed into disappointing sales (compared to all the previous post-Beatle releases that is, as Paul himself commented not long after, Egg’s sales would’ve been considered quite healthy by a “normal” band’s standards). And, maybe unsurprisingly, Paul seemed to start distancing himself from it. When asked about it later he’d said at the time of recording he’d been feeling bored and restless working within a band set-up, implying that this ennui affected it’s overall quality…but that may be a bit revisionist analysis so as to align with the myriad of mediocre reviews. Maybe all that negativity got to him. Which is a damn shame because there are a whole lotta people who don’t agree and think the critical assessments were just plain wrong, who continue to believe Back to the Egg rocks and rules in equal measure all day and all of the night.

Loud, lyrically cartoonish, overtly romantic, fabulously weird, occasionally somber and all the while innately melodic, Back To The Egg remains a confusedly beautiful piece of noise. Bless it forever.

P.S. A special nod of appreciation to the Wings logo light fixtures on the album cover. I will never stop wanting you.

Listen to Back To The Egg right here:

 

 

 

Lost in the’80s Playlist: A Celebration of Should’ve Been #1’s

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What you see above is my actual pen pal request as published in the UK’s greatest pop music magazine ever Smash Hits back in the ’80s. I was 100% desperate to know someone in England which I felt was home to the best music & what appeared to be the cutest people. I was both excited & disturbed when I first saw the published ad because while WOW I was in Smash Hits (!), they’d also re-punctuated my first sentence, changing the period to a question mark. It was actually a meant to be a statement about how I, teenage Hope, felt about music, not a question. But still, Smash Hits (with Heaven 17 on the cover) !!

The requirements for being my pen pal were obviously pretty stiff , as you couldn’t just be into The Police & Culture Club to write to my stupid arse, you had to be “REALLY” into them. And the “busy” part had zero to do with an active social life & everything to do with school & the commitment of my very first job…at the ‘One Hour Photo’ store one town over.

You can see why this ad might be absolute catnip to the universe.

Now to cover my bases in case that UK ad got no responses, I put an ad in a glossy Japanese music mag called “Music Life” as well because I was also desperate to connect pop music freaks in Japan. It appeared in an issue with my personal love God at the time David Sylvian on the cover which thrilled me far more than it should have.

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Inexplicably these ads worked. Within weeks of their being published I was inundated with hundreds of letters. Envelopes from Japan covered with stickers & cartoons that held intricately folded & elaborately decorated pieces of tissue stationary as well as actual photos of Ian McCulloch & Paul Weller arriving at the airport. Polaroids of people sitting in tiny bedrooms in Liverpool surrounded by Boy George paraphernalia. Old ticket stubs from recent New Order shows. And oh yes, there was some really weird shit too, mostly coming from a particular grown man who lived in Kidderminster but we’ll just leave it at that. Oh ’80s…

Yup, that pen pal pursuit is one of my most cherished memories of being a music nut-nerd in the ’80s ( and yes, I still have a bunch of letters saved somewhere).

And so, to celebrate those glossy, glittery, shiny pop times, I wholeheartedly offer you the genre-spanning, head spinning LOST IN THE ’80s PLAYLIST, a mighty fine, fittingly massive selection of wondrous singles that didn’t quite ascend to the heights they deserved & foxy deep cuts that never got to be singles but should’ve been.

There are 60 tracks (!) & all are gently gathered the YouTube playlist below ! I truly hope you discover ( or rediscover) something in here that both blows your mind & inspires you to investigate these particular artists . Let the music play…  

Quick note: Why YouTube ? Well while putting this together I discovered a lot of these songs were not available on Apple Music or Spotify. Thankfully most could be found within the lord’s # 1 rabbit hole i.e. YouTube. You can hear the playlist featuring all these little wonders below ( & in some cases, enjoy the added bonus of seeing some VERY ’80s videos).

Listen here ! :

One last note while we’re here: I want to acknowledge & pledge my eternal love to these people, places & things below, nearly all of which are gone now but provided endless joy & fascination to a whole lotta teen pop nerds back in the ’80s. Bless them all to the last :

Magazines: Smash Hits, Number One, Record Mirror, Melody Maker, Sounds & NME

Record Shops ( in NY ): Slipped Disc, Rebel Rebel, Record Runner, Vinylmania, Discorama, Record World, It’s Only Rock’n Roll, Musical Maze & good old Tower on W.4th

Radio : WLIR-WDRE

You all ruled, thank you forever…

 

 

Lost in the’90s Playlist : A Celebration of Forgotten Deep Cuts

Over the course of the ’90s, I worked in 2 music stores in New York City. No, they were not of the cool, indie, High Fidelity variety, they were both behemoth, double stuf megastores. Which meant when it came to in-store play we weren’t listening to Captain Beefheart, Alice Coltrane or Daniel Johnston, but were getting exclusively rocked with whatever the latest major label releases were. Sure on the cool end it meant getting to hear good shit like Garbage or Liz Phair in their entirety…but it also meant wading through more challenging and horrifying noise like Rusted Root and Candlebox on a regular basis. Of course you could attach value to the latter experience by connecting it to the notion that you were “broadening your knowledge” and therefore better able to help customers ( at least that’s what I did) but if you were having a bad day, hearing an hour of Ugly Kid Joe could ignite a truly debilitating migraine ( true story).

Anyway, when the official store DJ’s weren’t around, we would throw albums into the 5 CD changer & just let ’em play all the way through. And, gonna get flowery here,  sometimes something magical would happen. Popping in these whole albums meant you’d end up hearing a lot of deep cuts. And doing that meant every now and then you would stumble (literally) on something really f-ing amazing that you’d never heard before.

Anyway, all that got me thinking it might be cool to shine a light on some songs & artists that got a bit lost in the immense MTV-Spin Magazine-Lollapalooza-Lilith Fair-Britpop-New Jack Swing-Grunge tornado of the ’90s and so….Welcome to the genre-spanning, head spinning 💥 LOST IN THE ’90s PLAYLIST 💥 a mighty fine selection of wondrous singles that didn’t quite ascend to the heights they deserved & foxy deep cuts that never got to be singles but should’ve been. There are 60 tracks (!) & all are gently gathered the YouTube playlist below ! I truly hope you discover ( or rediscover) something in here that both blows your mind & inspires you to investigate these particular artists . Let it play ⚡️ 

Quick note: Why YouTube ? Well while putting this together I discovered a lot of these songs were not available on Apple Music or Spotify. Thankfully most could be found within the lord’s # 1 rabbit hole i.e. YouTube. You can hear the playlist featuring all these little wonders below ( & in some cases, enjoy the added bonus of seeing some VERY 90s videos).

Beach Boy-esque : A Playlist…

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I have a geeky question for you, ready ? With no boundaries of time or place, what would your “dream band” sound like ? The one that would encapsulate everything you love in the musical universe in every way ? Vocals, sound, songs, everything. Is it Geddy Lee fronting The National ? Alicia Keys singing with The Band ? Janis Joplin belting it out with Low ? Tierra Whack weirding out in a band with Frank Zappa ? Sorry just doing some absurdist spitballin’ here.

I love hearing people’s answers to this especially if they are outright ketchup on pop tarts weird. I’ve sadly spent many waking hours pondering this question & came to the realization that my mythical band would sound something like Chaka Khan or Gladys Knight fronting the Beach Boys circa 1966-1973 ( the “lovelorn-psychedelic” years). Alas this mystical unicorn will only ever exist in my mind.

And so as a means of somewhat satiating this fantasy, I’m perpetually on the lookout for things that at least sound like The Beach Boys of that era, even in the smallest way. If you are a Beach Boys fan & want to hear some cool 21st century, maybe obscure, sometimes one off songs touched by that particular bit of Wilson genius ( all 3 brothers), please check out the “BEACH BOY-ESQUE PLAYLIST” below featuring some beautiful & slightly off the wall acolytes of that sundown sound. It’s full of tracks that have that influence, that feel, that signature Wilson thing. And forgive me for that playlist title, I just need things to be 100% on the nose so my old ass can find them easily in my antique i-Tunes library 🙂

 

The Beach Boy-esque Playlist:

 

p.s. I wanted to include songs from Lewis Taylor’s “The Lost Album”, which is basically the sound of a one man British-Soul-Beach Boys, and is absolutely gorgeous. It isn’t on Spotify or YouTube as of this writing so I can’t attach it here but it is available on Apple Music. Anyway I highly recommend tracking it down because again, it’s amazing ! FYI: The UK and U.S. versions had different covers, here’s what they look like :

*Nerd note: In the early days of this blog I ran this piece in a slightly edited form, this is a miraculously updated version

Maneater: Grading the Albums of Daryl Hall And John Oates, A Love Story

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But if there’s a doubt maybe I can give out a thousand reasons why…

(“Say It Isn’t So” 1983)

 

I love Daryl Hall and John Oates. At this stage of my life I’m pretty certain that I’ve listened to the Private Eyes album in it’s entirety thousands of times. And within that, the number of times I’ve played “Did It In A Minute” and “Italian Girls” in particular is, by any normal standard, sickly excessive. I’m not trying to scare anyone though the fact that I could easily live out the rest of my days without hearing another Dylan or Nirvana song but would invariably suffer painful withdrawal if I couldn’t hear “Kiss On My List” might. I remain enraptured by most of the same stuff everyone else is I suspect, the endless melodic genius of the tunes and Hall’s ridiculous vocal prowess chief among them but must acknowledge the standard cliche that applies here, namely that Daryl Hall & John Oates provided much of the soundtrack to all the wonder, fear and horror of my impressionable childhood and teen nightmare years. And though the songs weren’t necessarily coming from the viewpoint of a nerdy suburban girl who liked to draw for hours while sitting in a walk in closet, they totally spoke to me on some visceral level that I’m incapable of explaining coherently beyond the stuff I just described. Deep down it’s way, way more than all that.

Grading the Albums of Daryl Hall & John Oates aka Why the Hell Am I Doing This ? In the words of late, legendary writer Toni Morrison, “If there is a book that you want to read, but it hasn’t been written yet, then you must write it“. Now to be clear here, I am in no way comparing myself to a real and extraordinarily gifted author, it’s just that this statement kind of explains why I’m doing this. I’ve always wanted to read a piece breaking down the Hall & Oates catalogue and ephemera and so figured I’d just make one for fun, for love, and for all the past, present and future H & O acolytes otherwise known as my people.

Disclaimer (or maybe warning):  I confess that this essay features some of my personal history as it relates to the music of Daryl Hall and John Oates. I had to draw on a few experiences to establish context in several instances but have tried to keep things under control (tried). Believe me when I tell you that I am infinitely more interested in breaking down the moody, noir-ish magnificence of the “One on One” video then sharing self-important kindergarten anecdotes because seriously who cares. And I’ll just refer to them as H & O from here on in for ease of everything. While I’m going to reference some factual history as it relates to the overall sound and imagery in no way is this mess you are reading meant to serve as an actual history of the band. It’s a fan’s view of the sound, lights and colors emitting from H & O as seen through besotted and terminally faithful nerd eyes ( which hopefully one or two of you share).

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Oh no, not sidebars:  Yes sidebars, but mostly in spirit, because they aren’t situated physically on the side, they are just stuffed directly inside this essay thing. These “sidebars” feature ludicrous conspiracy theories, potentially embarrassing anecdotes as well as impossibly misguided counterpoints to popular opinions. The truly unhinged and wtf sidebars happen once we hit the ’80s so I hope you will stick it out until then.

Listen to This ! :  I attached links to the song titles mentioned within the album reviews so you can hear them as you read. It’s kind of like a poor man’s version of a museum tour. Plus there are links attached to some of the names mentioned within so if you want, you can get a little additional background.

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DARYL HALL & JOHN OATES ( established 1970 ™) :   Need to get factual and dry for a second which I want to apologize for in advance. I promise there’s some shit talking right around the corner. Anyway, since coming on the scene in the early ’70s, H & O have sold over 40 million records, had six # 1’s, 34 chart hits, 7 platinum and 6 Gold albums. Those are crazy numbers when you consider they happened at a time when you had to buy actual records, tapes or uh, reel to reels in order to hear stuff at your leisure. When the only number that was counted technically was that initial time you played it i.e. bought it. Streaming has skewed and forever altered the meaning of numbers but the point is H & O have been insanely successful (and H & O’s play counts across all the platforms add up to pretty staggering numbers). But the singles are only half the story. Let’s talk about that for a second…

 

 

“Singles remind me of kisses, albums remind me of plans”

(“If I Didn’t Love You” by Squeeze 1980)

 

Singles vs. Albums :  Squeeze’s genius lyricist Chris Difford really nailed the difference between singles and albums in that line, perfectly and poignantly. While H & O are very famous for their kisses ( singles and no pun intended, swear) , their plans (albums) are generally not spoken of in reverential terms. You won’t see them on those ubiquitous “Greatest Albums of All-Time” lists unless maybe it’s one solely focused on the ’80s, but even then it’s unlikely ( not cool enough, I’ll get to that shortly). H &O’s full lengths are generally regarded as storage facilities for singles that are surrounded by inferior filler/packing material. While that logic applies to ABBA, it does not apply to H & O ( while some may suggest otherwise  there is no such thing as an ABBA deep cut, either it’s a transcendent single or it’s caulking, there’s no in between).

The fact that H & O’s  singles were so successful has clouded the perception of what they actually were at their core. They were an album band. They were a deep cut manufacturing company, only theirs weren’t meandering, last minute filler but in fact all sounded like # 1 singles from some alternate universe.

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“Maybe I should feel guilty…”
(“It’s A Laugh” 1978)

 

The Scourge of the “Guilty Pleasure”: I’ve never listened to Daryl Hall and John Oates with irony. Not just because I never thought I was personally cooler than whatever album I was listening to ( I wasn’t ), but because when I first heard most of the songs, I was still innocent, trusting and naive enough to take them at face value. Which is to say, for all it’s apparent rhyming silliness, “Kiss on My List” wasn’t a joke to me. It was a key member of my teenage crush soundtrack team along with evergreen anthem’s like The Police’s “Every Little Thing She Does is Magic” and “Misunderstanding” by Genesis.

Of course there are some who experience the H & O visuals and aural soundscape a lot differently. The self-conscious silliness and utter ’80s-ness of the typical H & O video, coupled with the pop piano chords and lush Oates mustache have contributed to their often being referred to as a, dread of dread, “guilty pleasure”. They are considered either with a nod and a wink full of bemused irony or as a punchline. That kind of thinking has no place here. The concept of “guilty pleasure” is at it’s core, bullshit since none of us can help how we’re wired. It’s always best to just own up and embrace stuff and not give a shit what people say because who cares. Obviously “Maneater” isn’t the mortal, soul baring equal of “Love Will Tear Us Apart”…but “She’s Gone”, well that’s another story.

 

What are we grading here ? :  Basically all 18 official studio albums as well as any key live or compilation albums that were released within the timeframe that H & O were still releasing new studio albums, plus the 2009 box set. I’m going to use the standard 1 to 10 grading scale, 1 being rubbish, 10 being perfect.

 

About the compilations :  I’m sorry but I have to share one more nerd thing. There are a whole lotta hit compilations,  too many, which has inevitably resulted in a lot of repetition. I really want to accentuate the studio album experience here and will only be talking about the compilations I feel are the most significant and/or were the most culturally relevant at the time of their original release.

Also won’t be getting into some of the latter day, 21st century live albums which while generally fine serve mostly as archival documents and souvenirs.

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“It’s you and me forever”
(“Sara Smile” 1975)

 

Initial Contact:  The first Hall & Oates record I ever bought was the 45 aka 7″ of “Rich Girl”. From that point on I was officially hooked though I had no idea at the time that meant for the rest of my life. I also vividly remember spending most of my meagre allowance on the Circus Magazine depicted above. I know. It was unquestionably worth forking over hard to come by kid cash to the mean girl cashier at Family Pharmacy, my childhood magazine haunt. Plus it had a poster of hairy Andy Gibb so you know, it was coming home with me no matter what. At the time I couldn’t decide who I thought was hotter but I admit that John’s shirtless come hither thing coupled with my inexplicable youthful fascination with mustaches gave him the edge at that moment. I did ultimately switch allegiance to Daryl but retained a keen Oates appreciation and this cover is the undeniable foundation of that appreciation.

 

John-Sex-Jean-Michel-Basquiat-and-Keith-Haring-at-AREA-ClubJohn Sex, Jean-Michel Basquiat and Keith Haring in 1987. I swear this will make sense in a minute. 

Question- What is “Cool ?” :  I attended the School of Visual Arts in NYC in the 80’s, when visual artists seemed as big as pop stars ( or at least they did to me). Iconic graphic artist Keith Haring had studied there for a couple of years before dropping out but nonetheless came to do a presentation one afternoon. He’d arrived with fabled and fabulous downtown performance artist John Sex in tow, another SVA alumnus, which was about as NYC 80’s hip as you could possibly get. Keith spoke favorably of his former school, showed slides of his work, answered our student questions and sweetly drew his trademark radiant baby on anything we put in front of him. But then he did this thing that nearly obliterated whatever good will I had for him and everyone in else in the room that day.

During his presentation he showed a slide of an album cover he had worked on, some dance thing I can’t recall and said he frequently got asked to do art for record sleeves but was picky about what he chose to work on. He then mentioned that he’d recently been asked to do an album cover for Hall and Oates. John Sex then jumped in and asked Keith if he’d considered this request. His answer was an emphatic “pfffft, no way“. The obvious implication being that they were lame. Which was made abundantly clear by the tone of his voice as he said it. No way. People laughed. They knew what he meant. It was instinctively understood by every person in the auditorium that day that Hall & Oates were not cool.

Admittedly, everything was working against them in the “this band is cool” column at that point. They were popular. Their videos played in an endless loop on MTV. The songs were catchy and in regular rotation on AM radio (uncool) . They were in their thirties for God’s sake ( this was regarded as ancient in the ’80s MTV heartthrob days). And of course girls liked them more than boys. They were not looked upon as a serious, credible musical entity in any way. And so Keith Haring and my pretentious art school classmates thought them to be corny shit. But they were wrong. Wrong, wrong, wrong. See no matter how “uncool” they were perceived to be by the cool people in the ’80s, whether they accepted it or not, at that time Hall & Oates were the absolute total 100% sound embodiment of New York City.

No, I didn’t say anything after that dark moment, I just sat there and seethed, arms crossed, playing the role of pissed off fan girl. “You all just wait, because 35 years from now I’m gonna call you out on this bullshit”. And here we are. Okay, I feel better now.

P.S. I forgave the late Keith in my heart and remained a fan of his…but I do still think he  was wrong.

Sidebar ! : I believe the album in question was the 1983 Rock ‘n Soul compilation because the cover art they ultimately settled on amounted to a poor man’s version of a Keith Haring drawing i.e. THIS :

 

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“Rummaging through antique clothing store racks of quirky Technicolor bowling shirts, musty record stores with row upon row of vinyl inspiration, vintage guitar shops, seeing beautiful girls writing their own fashionable rule books, druggie burnouts on broken stoops and all this wrapped together under a thick aroma of freshly baked pizza and italian bread…the Village offered up multiple sensory orgasms of possibilities around every corner”

‘The maneater wasn’t just that woman. It was New York City’

-Quotes from John Oates’s 2017 memoir Change of Seasons

 

Okay, so Hall & Oates = NYC: Certain bands are as much a place as a sound. The Beach Boys ARE Southern California. Joy Division ARE Manchester. And Daryl Hall and John Oates ARE New York City. Or to be more specific, ’80s New York City. They embodied the vibe as vividly as any of Larry Levan’s legendary nights at Paradise Garage or Wild Style or the seedy “Fascination” video game arcade in Times Square which I was always moderately terrified to walk into. They may have been full on Philly in their origins but their sound was completely embedded with NY neon, street soul, steaming manholes, cigarettes, and candy eyed, synthesized glamour ( and yeah, MTV lived there).

You’d never know it now but back in the ’80s, 8th street, in the West Village of NYC, was ground zero cool for teen people like myself . It was centrally located near all the all the best record and clothing stores as well as home to a giant new wave pop culture infused head shop called Postermat that had glass counter displays containing what seemed like hundreds of different Bowie, Specials, and Jam pins, a massive tee-shirt wall with images of everything from Little Richard to the Union Jack and roughly a kajillion different James Dean posters.  It was also located directly across the street from the legendary Electric Lady recording studio, the musical homebase of Jimi Hendrix during the last months of his life.

Of course the studio’s historic legacy meant absolutely zero to my ignorant teenaged brain. All I cared about was the fact that Daryl Hall and John Oates recorded their albums there (ultimately their 4 GREATEST albums), across the street from Postermat on freakin’ 8th street, where I walked by nearly every day, and they touched this same sidewalk I’m touching now, and oh my god what if they are actually here or on the way. Walking down that street was always a slightly fevered experience because of this. I did ultimately catch them filming part of the “Possession Obsession” video on what I’m certain was the coldest night in the history of mankind but even with my youthful constitution at it’s maximum strength it was just too damn cold to stand out there and watch for too long. 

 

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This is the image that is lodged in my mind when I think of NYC in the 80’s. Daryl and his immaculate hair on 6th Avenue and 8th Street in the 1983″One On One” video.

 

One Last Thing, Here It Comes…John Oates, Real Talk : Time to address the elephant. It’s no secret that John Oates has been treated as something of a 6th finger in Hall & Oates by the world at large. As in he’s there but is not necessary. As in what exactly does he do and is his guitar plugged in. It was an idea that picked up steam as the duo became more successful, and Daryl became the primary face in the videos, and the primary voice on the hits.

John’s legendary secondary status reached it’s pop culture apex on, where else, The Simpsons :

In a Pitchfork interview back in 2007, Daryl was quoted as saying that he and John were “not an equal duo and never had been. I’m 90% and he’s 10% and that’s the way it is “.

And all through my years of fandom, I admit I felt this too. Hot Circus Magazine cover aside, when it came to listening to the albums, the Oates tracks (the ones he wrote and sang lead on ) were barricades, the opening band before the real thing you were there to see. Still as it was LP days and moving the needle required physical effort, I mostly just let the albums play all the way through, becoming familiar with the Oates lead tracks by default but having nowhere near the same emotional investment in them. The hooks in the Hall lead tracks were just more straight up swoon-some and surprising.

Once the Sony Walkman arrived on the scene and fell into my hands (ed. note: I basically hijacked my brothers so blessings to him for understanding), the editing frenzy began and it was mostly Oates tracks that ended up on the cutting room floor. The painstakingly assembled mixtapes I was stuffing in this magnificent new gadget were basically non-stop Hall-fests. Daryl, Daryl and more Daryl.

The inevitable by-product of this editing, this laser focus on only the songs I loved with nothing in between resulted in these previously adored tracks losing some of their initial luster from overexposure. Like a beloved teddy bear that’s lost an eye, I just plain over-loved them.

To “fix” this issue, I started plugging songs I’d initially ignored into newly made mixtapes hoping it would reignite my fever for the old songs by recreating that anticipatory feeling of waiting for them I used to get when the record was playing on the turntable. Which is what led to my formal Oates Epiphany. Most of the new additions on these tapes were HIS songs. Don’t get me wrong, I’d kinda liked some of them already but something had shifted. They were now sounding really, really good, like way better than I remembered . Is “Cold Dark & Yesterday” (Oates) better than “Did It In A Minute“(Hall) ? In a word, no. But it is damn good. Still are there days I’d rather hear “Friday Let Me Down“(Oates) than “Method of Modern Love“(Hall) ? Absolutely, most days in fact. And so when I say I love Daryl Hall and John Oates, I do genuinely mean both of them. It took a minute but the epiphany arrived.

And so to honor and acknowledge  what maybe doesn’t always get the attention, at the end of most of the album reviews there will be a nod to the “Best Oates Moment” i.e. the song(s) where Oates is primary composer and/or lead vocalist ( FYI: John’s autonomous contributions were somewhat sporadic over the first handful of albums and several thereafter so I will only reference where the above description applies).

And now…

THE ALBUMS:

Whole Oats (1972) 

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Grade: 4/10

John Oates refers to this as H & O’s “dump album”, as in it features the most worthy songs they’d accumulated in their arsenal up to that time. The theme of the album is just a simple, “Hi, We’re Daryl Hall and John Oates and it’s 1972” and as such is filled with sunny, quirky, AM radio ready, sucking on hayseed, folky pop songs and no fixed identity. There’s a lot of talk about heading back to the “countryside”, walking “down by the canyon” and of course, “lying on the needle floor” with who else but “the reverend’s daughter”. The overall sound sits restlessly between early ’70s acoustic style Elton John and the cornier side of Harry Nilsson…but underneath this pile of hay are a couple of tracks brimming with promise as well as foretelling the H & O sound of the future, specifically Hall’s shining vocal showcase “Lazyman” and the album’s closer, the lush, Todd Rundgren-esque “Lilly (Are You Happy)“. They are both soul with the latter also being fire.

 

Abandoned Luncheonette (1973) 

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Grade: 8/10

While the hayseed folk pop of the debut album is still on display within Abandoned Luncheonette, the soon to be trademark, lushly stringed soul sound officially infiltrates the proceedings, due in large part to the influence of album’s producer, the legendary Arif Mardin. And fact is the most successful songs are the ones where they abandon the folk pop and go straight up soul. As for specific songs, what is there to say about “She’s Gone” at this point ( insert reverential sigh here) with it’s oddly joyful, over the top angst and legendarily demented proto-video. It features not only the finest vocal interplay H & O ever laid down but generously gifted the world with the seminal line “worn as a toothbrush hanging in the stand” ( As “guilty feet have got no rhythm” was to the ’80s, so was that “worn toothbrush” to the ’70s).  The superb title track, a movie plot in the shape of a song, offers a particularly memorable and soaring vocal from Hall on the chorus . Guitar solos straight out of ’70s cop shows where they are heading to the bad side of town, sophisticated soul ballads, it’s all here. The last minute of the album is occupied by a chicken in the bread pan pickin’ out dough i.e. a couple of bizarre raving banjo and fiddle solos because, well why the hell not.

Best Oates Moment: A 23 year old John was inspired to write “I’m Just a Kid ( Don’t Make Me Feel Like a Man)” after the experience of being surrounded by even younger people (girls) at a show, whom he sensed were looking at him as an old guy even though he himself was technically young. It is lyrically problematic at points with John referring to himself as a “cradle thief”, and his love interest as “little girl”, and then stepping way over the line with “will you survive, will you learn to drive”. It’s not 33 year Ringo Starr singing “You’re Sixteen” to be sure but you know, may be slightly dicey. Know what, shit, best not to think too much and just take it at face value as a kind of cool ’70s rock shuffle with a nice little tune.

 

War Babies (1974)

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Grade: 5/10

Generally speaking, even when they were being weird, H & O still made songs that were pretty accessible. Produced by old colleague and super genius Todd Rundgren, War Babies is the most deliberately defiant, sonically experimental, FM radio album H & O ever made and as such, the one with the most “Rock Cred”. As a chick I can state it’s not really built to appeal to chick ears, and seems more focused on attacking key nerve centers in boy brains… which is to say at points it gets dangerously close to Frank Zappa and there is some serious instrumental wanking. When it works it more closely resembles the noodly yet accessible soul-pop excursions of Todd himself, “Is It A Star” being the best example. And while “I’m Watching You ( A Mutant Romance)” sounds like a lyrically clumsy Lou Reed song , it is still oddly compelling. War Babies is ultimately a slick, sleazy and desperate piece of work, an acquired taste to be sure but worth exploration for the open-minded H & O fan.

 

Daryl Hall & John Oates aka the Silver Album (1975)

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Grade: 2/10

This album features in “Worst Album Covers of All-Time” lists so often at this point that it’s become a cliche. And the fact is, the cover’s not that bad, it’s androgynously “of it’s time” though maybe somewhat unreflective of the music within it i.e. if it sounded like say Diamond Dogs or Young Americans it would make more sense. Frankly, as worst H & O album covers go, this wouldn’t even make the Top 5 ( Dear God, it gets so, so much worse). Of course the fact that the cover tends to be the main talking point regarding this one says a lot about the album itself, for despite being the home of the evergreen, eternal, undisputedly wondrous ballad Sara Smile, the rest of it is pretty middling and mediocre. But it does establish the temporary sound address that will serve as homebase for the next H & O release, namely the string laden Philly style soul being purveyed at the time by the O’Jays, Harold Melvin and the Bluenotes and producers Gamble and Huff . In 1974 H & O parted ways with Atlantic ( shit just wasn’t happening) and signed to rival label RCA in no small part because of manager ( and future head of Sony Music) Tommy Mottola’s relentless belief in their potential. They honor him here with a thinly veiled “tribute” song called “Gino the Manager” and yeah, let’s just get out of here.

 

Bigger Than Both of Us (1976)

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Grade: 4/10

The first half of “Bigger Than Both of Us” is solid and soulfully poptastic. “Back Together Again“, “Rich Girl” ( their first #1 !), “Crazy Eyes” and idiosyncratic, haunting ballad “Do What You Want, Be What You Are” are superfine to the last and if we were rating just those this would be at least 7 out of 10. But the quality starts to slip after that and the rest of the album regresses into pretty faceless, paint by numbers b-side quality songs. “Rich Girl” remains a perfect piece of ear candy and the fact that mercurial, contrarian legend Nina Simone, of all people, went so far as to record a cover of it powerfully attests to it’s significant charms.

Best Oates Moment: “Crazy Eyes” is a sweet thing and has a neat little hook.

 

No Goodbyes (1977 compilation)

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Grade: 3/10

In 1976 to capitalize on H & O’s success since leaving their label, Atlantic re-released “She’s Gone” as a single. Back in 1973, the song had only gotten as high as # 60 in the pop chart but now that H & O had a few hits under their belts, the world was more receptive and appreciative of it’s emotional, cynical  beauty and it soon shot to #6 on the pop chart.  And with that Atlantic kicked out No Goodbyes, to cash in on the new success of “She’s Gone” and recoup some dollars. It featured a handful of tracks cherry picked from the 3 albums they did for Atlantic but more importantly added 3 previously unreleased tracks which is why I’m bringing it up here. Those tracks are okay but Daryl himself is particularly sweet on “It’s Uncanny“, an optimistic, Elton John-esque little bounce and as a result it’s been finding it’s way into live performances in recent years.

 

Beauty on a Back Street (1977)

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Grade: 6/10

Time to ROCK. Sort of. Beauty on a Back Street is the “hardest” H & O album. It is primarily guitar driven and completely devoid of hit singles. It is home to “Winged Bull“, considered in some circles to be the worst song H & O ever recorded . While that song is not good per say, it’s not the worst ( though Hanoi Rocks, legendary Finnish AOR glam rockers 2002 cover version might lead you to believe otherwise). It’s just a pretentious, over-ambitious power ballad that sounds like Led Zeppelin’s “Kashmir” and “No Quarter” mixed together and not in a good way (though admittedly I’m uncertain if there could be one). But it isn’t hurting anybody.

Forget about the bull though, for there are some superbly edgy, truly fine, let’s call them “rockers” populating the top of half of the album. Dark and soulful “Don’t Change“, the Cheap Trick-esque “You Must Be Good for Something“, anthemic ballad with a straight up Joe Walsh style solo “Why Do Lover’s Break Each Other’s Heart“, old school ballad “Bigger Than Both of Us” ( yes, that was the title of their previous album and as such a total throwback to their more vintage Philly sound) and “The Emptyness ” a kind of back alley Beach Boys song with an extraordinarily OTT Oates vocal that remains oddly endearing. Beauty on a Back Street marks the start of the creative upswing that was to run unbridled for the next 8 straight years…after this next cash in/hopeful gesture thing that is…

Best Oates Moment: The aforementioned “The Emptyness”

 

Livetime ! (1978)

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Grade: 3/10

Back in the seventies everyone was doing it. After kicking out a few studio albums, it was de rigueur for any moderately popular rock and/or soul act back then to release a live album. The live releases were not so much souvenirs of particularly special shows than they were placeholders to maintain momentum between studio albums and avoid falling out of the public eye. But despite the motivation behind them, make no mistake, if the wind was right this kind of thing sold ( see Peter Frampton, Lynyrd Skynyrd, McCartney & Wings etc.). That said, Livetime! was not one of them. On the plus side, the garish late seventies style album cover is super awesome and the track selection itself is decent with all the big hits represented. On the down side the overall sound is exceptionally tinny and it includes a straight up piece of filler in “Room to Breathe” …which wouldn’t be a big deal except for the fact the album is only 7 songs in length which only serves to magnify it’s presence.

Best Oates Moment: While Oates’s vocals on both “The Emptyness” and “I’m Just a Kid…” are ridiculously melodramatic, hearing him give so hard and feel so much for everyone in Hersheypark Arena on that cold December night in 1977 night is kind of badass. 

 

Along The Red Ledge (1978)

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Grade: 7/10

Hardcore aficionados often cite Along the Red Ledge as the real sleeper in the H & O catalogue, the secret classic…but there is trickery at work here thanks to the dreaded top loading factor…which is a coy way of saying that the first 5 tracks in row are so solid and get you so high that you don’t necessarily notice how weak the rest of this album actually is. Yes, while you’re still tripping on the luscious fumes of the luminous “It’s a Laugh“, “Pleasure Beach“, the worst song H & O ever recorded, is sneaking in the back door of your very ears, riding on the coattails of all the goodness that came before it and hoping you don’t notice how crap it is.

This album is where things started to shift stylistically, seeing the final appearance of the Philly Soul string flourishes while marking the full mobilization of the hook factory. Highlights include the aforementioned “It’s a Laugh”, both cynical and sad with it’s huge, gorgeous, ascending chorus and the heartbreaking Beach Boy-esque beauty “The Last Time“. And don’t want to sleep on deep cut “Have I Been Away“, which is essentially a more melodic precursor of future hit “Everytime You Go Away” and is home to a stunningly acrobatic Hall vocal. And to be fair, the album does end on a hopeful note in terms of quality with the hazily romantic “August Day” so we do get past the iceberg ultimately.

Best Oates Moment:Melody for a Memory“, an epic and occasionally haunting piece of rock music for staring at city lights with some ridiculously fine co-lead vocalizing from both John ( going low) and Daryl (going high).

 

X-Static (1979)

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Grade: 8/10

And now comes maybe the true sleeper in the H & O catalog. X-Static lives a lonely life within the H & O discography, suffering the statistical indignity of “watching” the 4 albums that had preceded go Gold and the 4 that followed it go Platinum while achieving no shiny awards for itself, forever cementing it’s D-List status. Apart from it’s lone hit single “Wait For Me”, it is mostly forgotten…which is a damn shame because it’s actually really good.

X-Static is full of piano propelled, big chorus’ed prototypes of future H & O hits, songs that had they maybe appeared within the next few albums would’ve been hits, in particular “The Woman Comes and Goes“and “Running From Paradise“, both super melodic, keyboard driven bangers. The album’s only genuine hit, the aforementioned plush power ballad “Wait For Me“, remains a swoon inducer of the highest order and is the only track from it that ever appears within a setlist with any regularity.

The album is slightly time stamped, due to it’s couple of desperate but totally infectious excursions onto the dance floor. “Portable Radio” and “Who Said the World Was Fair” are essentially rock-disco, though to be clear are much closer in the gene pool to say Paul McCartney’s popped out version of the sound than to the Studio 54, snorting coke in the VIP lounge Rolling Stones version. But they are both exceptionally sticky and fun.

This album was reissued in 2000 and featured a previously unreleased bonus track “Time’s Up ( Alone Tonight)“, an absolutely bitchin’ uber melodic kiss off pop song and co-write between Daryl and producer David Foster, and it’s a damn shame it wasn’t on the original release.

Best Oates Moment:All You Want is Heaven” is a complete hookfest and offers a gentle tip of the cap to the old Philly soul.

 

Daryl Hall : Sacred Songs  ( Recorded then shelved in 1977, released in March 1980)

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Grade: 7/10

Sidebar: The Doomed Tale of Daryl Hall & Robert Fripp otherwise known as The Turning Point in the Sound of Daryl Hall & John Oates That Led to Their Complete Chart Domination from 1980 Onward 

When you talk about The Beatles, you’ve got to talk a little about their invaluable and debauched residency in the sleazy clubs of Hamburg. From the haircuts to the profound emotional brotherly bonding, their time there was the foundation for nearly everything that happened to them afterward.

Now while this next stuff didn’t happen during H & O’s formative years, it marked a crucial turning point in their sound evolution and sowed the seeds of what happened next i.e. H & O becoming one of the biggest pop bands in the world. Stick with me here…

The Bonding:  Daryl Hall first met Robert Fripp, the main creative force within UK progressive rock legends King Crimson in 1974. Though at that point Fripp had decided to step away from music to explore his spiritual interests ( the official male English Rock star rite of passage of the era ex. George Harrison, Pete Townshend, Richard Thompson etc.), the two remained in regular contact through Fripp’s musical sabbatical.

Let’s Do This:  By 1977 Fripp was feeling inspired to get back in the fray and so he and Daryl decided to embark on a couple of new projects. The plan was to produce and create the first Daryl Hall solo album and which would dovetail into Robert Fripp’s own album (also his first solo excursion) wherein Hall would provide the lead vocals.

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Oh to be a fly on this wall. Fripp, Gilda Radner and Hall in 1980.

 

Project #1:  The first Hall/Fripp collaboration, and Hall’s first solo album, Sacred Songs is hard to pin down. It’s reminiscent in parts to early seventies Bowie ( think Young Americans and Station to Station) and full of hazy plastic soul, jagged Fripp guitar solos and ambient interludes. It runs the gamut from hypnotic, post-apocalyptic balladry ( “The Farther Away I Am“, “Why Was It So Easy” ) to anxious New Wave ( Nycny) to proggy FM radio ready rock ( “Babs and Babs“). The best of the bunch is “Something in 4/4 Time” , a gritty piece of power pop that was hopefully a top ten hit in a better, alternate universe. Sounds good right ? It is ! But it sounded nothing like the H & O albums that had come before it…which turned out to be a problem.

RCA mad RCA were not happy with Sacred Songs. It sounded nothing like a standard H & O album which, to them, created a marketing conundrum. Worried that it’s overall sound would confound existing H & O fans and “Rich Girl” lovers, and kill whatever existing momentum had been created, they refused to release it , it was, in classically cruel record company speak, shelved. Hall and Fripp were not happy about this and openly complained to no avail ( at least not right away). Unfortunately the RCA stonewall didn’t end there.

Undeterred aka Project # 2:  In 1979, Hall and Fripp recorded the second installment of their collaboration, the Fripp solo album, ultimately titled Exposure featuring Hall’s lead vocals on all tracks. RCA weighed in again. On the premise of contractual restrictions, they refused permission for Hall’s vocals to comprise the whole of the album. The edict handed down resulted in Fripp’s only being able to include 2 of the Hall vocal tracks. This forced Fripp to recruit other singers to re-record songs Hall wrote and had already recorded.

Fuck You:  To summarize RCA had a very specific vision of what a Daryl Hall infused record should sound like and it needed to jibe with their pre-ordained marketing plan. All this served to (rightfully) piss Daryl off forever. In his 2007 interview with Pitchfork he straight up says “That’s when I completely fell out of love with the music business”.

On Second Thought:  Eventually good sense prevailed. After some track leaking, open complaining by Hall and Fripp and letter writing by fans who’d gotten wind of the whole mess, RCA eventually acquiesced and released Hall’s Sacred Songs in March of 1980. Time has been kind to it and it’s been rightfully celebrated as a minor cult classic over the course of the 21st century.

A Seed Takes Root:  Hall and Fripp’s collaborative efforts produced an eccentric, sometimes challenging, inherently soulful and peculiar kind of pop music which served as sonic blueprint for the H & O sound that came to run riot over the charts in subsequent years. Next in line is the gigantic, fantastic, hybrid flower that grew from the seeds of the Hall & Fripp collaborations…

 

Voices (1980 aka the album that marked the point at which Daryl Hall & John Oates officially became HALL & OATES)

Diagram A : Daryl Hall & John Oates Voices is better than Fleetwood Mac’s Tusk, let me explain…

Grade: 9/10

Wait a Minute Baby:  In 1979 Fleetwood Mac released Tusk, their highly anticipated follow up to the massively successful Rumours album. It was a 2 LP, 20 song behemoth that felt less like a group effort and more like a random sampler featuring the work of 3 disparate artists ( the Mac songwriting core of Lindsey Buckingham, Stevie Nicks and Christine McVie). It was generally regarded as an incoherent mess, albeit one with a handful of truly brilliant songs sprinkled within it, amongst them Nick’s eternally exquisite “Sara” and Buckingham’s commanding title track.

Thump and Clangor:  The main problems fans, label and critics expecting Rumours 2 seem to have had with it were related to Lindsey Buckingham’s contributions. The 1979 Creem Magazine review of Tusk described his anxious, helium infused proto-new wave offerings as “dull sketches buried in thump and clangor”.  Which is to say they were just a little too quirky and eccentric for people to get their heads around, more “Vegetables” style Brian Wilson than say “Wouldn’t It Be Nice” style.

Sonic Sea Change:  Over the past 20 years or so there has been a major shift in opinion regarding Tusk. It’s gone from being a legendary disappointment to being considered the boldest and most inventive work the band ever did, as well as the album all the cool kids now namecheck as their favorite Mac release.  And the Buckingham tracks that everyone had a problem with ? Those are the songs generating the most accolades. It’s enviable afterlife has seen it lauded in every way possible from being given a latter day review score of 9.2/10 on Pitchfork, to having 2 books written about it, to it’s being released as super deluxe 5cd box set.

NY/LA:  Voices is the NYC version of the LA to it’s core, Tusk. Only it’s a better record. It’s a mix of anxious, bizarro-new wave and pop-piano hook-fests that go down easier than any of Tusk‘s jittery excursions. Even at it’s weirdest, every track on Voices sounds like a radio song. While Tusk is self absorbed and insular, Voices is out wandering the streets looking for trouble.

What Album ? :  But of course where Tusk has retroactively been lauded as a masterpiece, H & O’s Voices is generally just thought of as an old pop album…when it’s even thought of as an entire album at all, because the enormous popularity of it’s singles, “You Make My Dreams” ,”Kiss on My List”,”You’ve Lost That Loving Feeling” have gone a long way to rendering the rest of the tracks on the LP invisible.

The Songs:  Voices is hooked, chorus’ed and ready for use. The perfectly dolled up demo Kiss On My List“, and the electro soul blueprint of the future “You Make My Dreams” are the glamour queens of the album, drawing the crowd and looking good. The spare and sharp quartet of “Big Kids“, “It’s So Hard to be in Love with You“, “How Does it Feel to be Back” and “United State” mix soul, New Wave and Cheap Trick and make something completely new: nothing in pop sounded quite like it at the time. The straight up weird and edgy songs, “Gotta Lotta Nerve“, “Africa” and  “Diddy Doo-Wop” exist in the same sonic universe as Tusk tracks “The Ledge“, andNot That Funny“. And the cover of the old Righteous Brothers chestnut “You’ve Lost That Lovin’ Feeling” is significantly dirtier, and street-ier than the original, and is full of over the top soloing from both Daryl and John. I still think “Every Time You Go Away” ( which was ultimately covered by British singer Paul Young , slathered in synthesizer and sent on it’s way straight to # 1 on the pop chart) is a weak link and not a patch on any of the wondrous balladry that had come on previous albums (ex. “Do What You Want”, “Lilly”). It seems funereal compared to the up all night vibe that exists within the rest of Voices and worst of all, is missing the H & O signature move i.e. the “did you get the license plate number, what the hell just happened” hook.

Voices > Tusk:  Voices is not the best H & O album but it is the most important, for with it the blueprint of the future became official. And so yeah, Tusk is a beauty in places but as far as innovative, accessible pieces of pop music art go, listen to this, Voices is better.

Best Oates Moment: The Cheap Trick meets the Temptations vibe of the album’s opening track “How Does it Feel to be Back”

 

Private Eyes (1981)

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Grade: 10/10

Private Eyes is H & O’s definitive artistic statement. It’s their Pet Sounds. Their Blue. Their Purple Rain. It’s the album to offer up should someone ever ask you where to start in the H & O canon and is rife with both whiplash inducing hooks as well as some of D.Hall’s finest vocal performances. It’s the prime H & O musical artifact to be thrown in the time capsule and home to the frequently- forever sampled/ no bass-no drum, electro-soul “I Can’t Go For That ( No Can Do)” one of the greatest H & O tracks ever ever. The rest of the album is split between the gloriously urgent and shiny ( “Tell Me What You Want“, “Head above Water“, “Some Men“), plush piano pounders ( “Private Eyes“, “Did It In a Minute“,”Unguarded Minute” , the latter featuring the classic New Yorkers having people leaving them and move to LA sub-plot line) and Oates-ian scenery chewers ( “Mano a Mano“, “Friday Let Me Down” ). A sinewy lizard in the form of a song  ( “Your Imagination“) and a bow to H & O heroes The Temptations and the Four Tops (“Looking for a Good Sign“) featuring a Hall vocal par excellence round things out. Private Eyes is true vintage NYC- pop music-art perfection.

Best Oates Moment:Friday Let Me Down” is an oddly joyful rejection song  that lies somewhere between the Go-Go’s and Springsteen and nicely showcases the extraordinary cruelty of that classic torture device known as the answering machine.

 

H20 (1982)

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Grade: 10/10

H2O as a whole is a pretty cynical affair, with every song to the last expressing some manner of confusion, anxiety or frustration, albeit in the most popped out, addictive manner possible. It’s all sweet outer coatings with bitter centers ( “Guessing Games“, a stellar cover of Mike Oldfield’s “Family Man“), dark city grooves ( “Open All Night“,”At Tension“, “Art of Heartbreak” ), it’s centerpiece being Hall’s gorgeous, world weary ballad “One on One” . And bonus points for the video of the latter featuring Daryl impeccably decked out in his fifties street corner finery walking through a long gone eighties NYC : it remains a swoon-worthy and gorgeous memory of the olden days.

This is the album where Hall starts to push the envelope vocally, unleashing and shredding to magnificent effect on “Family…” and in the coda of “Go Solo“, a precursor of what was to come on the next studio release, Big Bam Boom

“Oh Oh here she comes”. Okay, just a few words on THE SONG.  Despite the name of this essay, I’m tired of “Maneater”. Partially because it’s a little silly and it lends itself so easily to mockery and as a result is the song haters will generally wield as the primary example as to why H & O suck. But mostly, I’ve just heard it too many times. Like Beatle lovers who hate “Hey Jude” (get it) or Bob Marley fans who couldn’t endure another minute of “One Love” (please tell me there are some), “Maneater” is not, nor will it ever be a part of my evergreen H & O playlist. Of course having seen people completely lose their shit to it in a live setting, I understand why it still needs to happen. With it’s 210 million plus plays on Spotify (and counting), the love for “Maneater” runs deep. And in it’s defense Charlie De Chant’s sax solo within THE SONG, completely annihilates every other ’80s sax solo that ever existed ( including you “Careless Whisper”) but from a personal standpoint, I’m just gonna sigh and hit fast forward forever.

Best Oates Moment:Italian Girls” with it’s lyrical references to Sophia Loren, pasta and “vino rosso” is a patently ridiculous, melodic and awesome piece of candy.

 

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Oh, it’s no secret to me…

 

Sidebar : The Misogyny Thing aka “She was open all night”

Success breeds backlash and so as H & O’s chart dominance began to grow, so too did the negative criticism. Hence a few writers began calling out what they perceived as an overt misogyny within the lyrics. The nature of the complaint was that within the typical H & O song, women were more often than not, presented as cruel and manipulative ( they’d “pay the devil to replace her” after all ).“Maneater” and “Open All Night” were thought to be particularly hostile ( the chorus of the latter being  “She was open all night, while I was away, you were open all night”). The irony of course was that the duo’s primary songwriting partners during their biggest years were women, namely sisters Sara and Janna Allen, the former of whom had a hand in both aforementioned tracks. 

But okay for arguments sake, could “Open All Night” be said to possess a questionable sentiment ? Well technically, yeah. While it remains a gloomy beauty of a song there’s an undeniable thread of judgement and anger running through it. But it’s not part of some broader manifesto. In fact the critical assertion of misogyny always felt like a bit of a broad and lazy stroke, a bit of selective cherry picking to justify disliking them. The weird part is until these magazine reviews brought it up, I hadn’t really noticed because I was processing what I heard in a really different, naively fantastical way.

Like some prehistoric form of fan fiction, I was sensing something a little “different” lurking within the songs…something deeply, inherently queer. As in, it sounded like some of these love themed songs were addressed to boys. It didn’t matter to me how many times Daryl sang the word “girl”, to my ears that was just a red herring. It was a classic “Paul Is Dead” scenario, with me twisting and deliberately mishearing words to support my desired theory . When Daryl sang “I should’ve listened more” I heard it as “I should’ve listened BOY”…and okay, I still do. When he trilled “You know I ain’t no danger boy”, I inserted an imaginary comma between the latter 2 words.

Now to be clear, these thoughts weren’t triggered by the rumors that had regularly dogged H & O since their infamous Silver album cover (that Daryl and John were in the old parlance, lovers). That tale seemed, and was, so on the nose as to be patently ridiculous. No, my Spidey sense and wild teenage imagination were ignited by a handful of highly interpretable often vague ingredients within the music itself, ranging from the “New York City vibe” described earlier, to what I perceived as a knowing “lilt” in Hall’s vocal delivery, to the brief lyrical turns from the crewcut rainbows mentioned in “Some Men” to the repeated “blowing” in “Delayed Reaction” to not being able to “go for that” in you know what song. Further gasoline was thrown on the fire when in a 1983 interview in Rolling Stone Daryl said ,” “The idea of sex with a man doesn’t turn me off, but I don’t express it. I satisfied my curiosity about that years ago. I had lots of sex between the ages of three or four and the time I was fourteen or fifteen. Strange experiences with older boys. But men don’t particularly turn me on. And, no, John and I have never been lovers. He’s not my type. Too short and dark.”

The “Paul is Dead” saga or more specifically, The Beatles themselves had convinced me that no song was ever to be taken at face value, that every single one was a puzzle waiting to be solved, you just had to be savvy enough to catch the clues and code words. Of course, I wasn’t trying to solve a complex conspiracy theory here, I was a teenage girl looking to imbue my favorite H & O songs with mystical romantic qualities because honestly, I thought it was hot. Now please enjoy Daryl bringing all of the above home on this staggeringly wondrous version of  “Laughing Boy” from 1976.

 

Rock ‘n Soul Part 1 ( 1983 Compilation plus 2 new songs and FYI, there were 2 different covers )

Grade: 9/10

Rock ‘n Soul was the first bonafide, all killer, no filler H & O hits collection and though it’s now primarily an artifact of the olden days, it’s initial release was a pretty big deal as it marked the debut of 2 highly anticipated (by me at least) new tracks. The first, “Say It Isn’t So” is unquestionably one of the greatest H & O songs ever , it’s echoey, hip-swinging, strutting down the runway tempo is perfectly set by  T-Bone Wolk’s booming bassline and it features some of Hall’s absolute finest vocal scenery chewing and word stretching ( “I know that you Lie-eeeed”). The other new track, the stuttering and cynical “Adult Education” is not as melodically lush but is still a great sneery, finger wagging, synthesized beast . And oh yeah, oh yeah, I’d be remiss if I didn’t mention the video . “Adult Education”, the movie, is 4 1/2 minutes of confusingly arcane symbolism, set in an underground tomb and featuring a true star-making performance by John Oates. Open shirted with eyebrows vacillating in manner somewhere between Groucho Marx and Milhouse Van Houton from The Simpsons, he aggressively brandishes the neck of a guitar ( the neck, just the neck) and comes across like some weird aberration of Prince, if Prince couldn’t dance. He totally, shamelessly goes for it and serves up a performance is equal parts bold, beautiful and utterly cringeworthy.

 

Big Bam Boom (1984)

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Grade: 9/10

You know how around Xmas time there are some houses whose occupants opt for the extreme method of decoration with seizure inducing light displays, elaborate manger scenes, a motorized Santa checking names and reindeer occupying every available surface ? This album is like those houses. It’s noisy, synthetic sensory overload. Introspection is out of the question. But it’s also ridiculously fun, in fact the cover tells you all you need to know. Of all the albums H & O made in the 80s there are none more intrinsically, biologically timestamped EIGHTIES than BIG. BAM. BOOM. It is also the last truly great Daryl Hall and John Oates album. “Out of Touch” the anthemic lead single ended up being their last # 1 song ever, a notion which if posed at the time would have seemed patently absurd. Big Bam Boom serves as a showcase for some top class Daryl Hall end of song improvising with nearly every track featuring some ridiculously clever, virtuosic ad-libbing during the final minute ( or in the case of “Method of Modern Love” the last 2 plus minutes which is total f-ing beauty).  Highlights include the handsome “Some Things are Better Left Unsaid” which starts wistfully sad, then like most everything else here, ramps up and increases in volume as things progress, allowing Hall to really wail and the aforementioned “Method…”, the synthetic soul, love pledge that sounds like Smokey Robinson in space, which is kind of who H &O were at that point.

Best Oates Moment: There are in fact 2 supreme moments,”Possession Obsession” is a sweet, singing on the street corner throwback, while “Cold Dark and Yesterday” is slick, slightly sinister and groovily hypnotic. Both are just straight up cool.

 

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This photo from backstage at the Live Aid show in Philly in 1985 will never not be completely insane.

Tina Turner knows:  After witnessing the triumvirate of Kenny Loggins, Steve Perry of Journey and Daryl singing their respective lines at the recording session for USA for Africa’s  We Are The World in 1985, Tina Turner exclaimed something to the effect of  “damn, these white boys can sing ! “. She had a point.

 

Live at the Apollo (1985)

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Grade: 4/10

Both a labor of love and dream come true for H & O, this album recorded live at the fabled Apollo theater in Harlem features a super group comprised of Daryl, John and 2 of their absolute idols, Temptations legends David Ruffin ( the rough) and Eddie Kendrick ( the smooth) running through a handful of hits from both groups. It’s a sweet document, though with a little bit of a “you had to be there” vibe, both a tribute and a baton passing and made all the more poignant by the fact that by 1992, both Ruffin and Kendrick had passed away.

 

Daryl Hall: 3 Hearts In The Happy Ending Machine (1986)

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Grade: 5/10

Welcome to 1986 when there was no such thing as “enough” and bigger was thought to equal better ( shoulder pads, hamburger patties). This was especially true within the world of record album production. On the half full side, the second Hall solo album could be said to resemble a more grown up version of Big Bam Boom, loud, glossy, armed with head spinning hooks and a wider worldview. But there is a half empty take to counter that, namely that the Hall voice, the most valuable tool in the arsenal, is more often than not buried in layers of synthesizers, echo and shiny guitars to suffocating effect. To be fair, this was the style of the time, and Dave Stewart of Eurythmics, gifted but essentially the poor man’s Jeff Lynne, was at the helm, so there was no way it wasn’t gonna sound like this, with everything turned to 11 and Hall often fighting to rise above the racket.

But underneath this noisy neon blanket live a handful of great, GREAT songs. The H & O-ish “Foolish Pride“, one of the few tracks where the Hall’s voice soars with clarity, break up ballad “Someone Like You“, the twanging riff heavy “Dreamtime” and anthemic hookfest “I Wasn’t Born Yesterday” are all pretty fabulous at their core.

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The inner sleeve of Three Hearts features a picture of Daryl wearing what looks like a jacket made from a cow while standing next to a cow and was an endlessly weird thing to stare at while the album was playing.

 

Part 2, A Change of Season: 

Hold on tight for we are about to go off a cliff. It pains me to say this but from this point on in H & O’s career the quality of releases whips wildly between sort of okay to adequate to not so great, with a few moments of brilliance sprinkled in for good measure.

The endless touring, the fatigue, the understandable desire to explore outside the confines of H & O all probably affected what happened from this point forward to some degree. And so the latter era H & O records as whole aren’t great…but there are definitely a few beauteous songs nestled within them.

 

Ooh Yeah ! (1988)

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Grade: 2/10

“Ooh Yeah ! was an unfocused album. My head and my heart were not into it”.

-Quote from John Oates’s 2017 memoir Change of Seasons

It’s never a good sign when the Wikipedia page for an album has no information other then the names of the participants, general statistics and song credits. While that serves as confirmation of it’s existence, it’s also a reflection of where it stands in the big picture. And it’s especially odd when it’s an album that actually went platinum… which is to say we all loved H & O and were very excited that finally, after 4 long years there was a new studio album. And then we were all very disappointed once we heard it. Ooh Yeah ! qualifies as both the worst H & O album and the biggest let down. It’s the most slickly produced with the most unfinished sounding songs. Hooks are scarce. It seems distracted. To add insult to injury, the cover is also terrible ooh yeah. The strongest track by far is the LP’s lone hit, “Everything Your Heart Desires“, with it’s laid back Temptations vibe. Runner up award goes to “I’m In Pieces“, an over the top Jackie Wilson-esque, unrequited love ballad that while somewhat hampered by an overblown production (and saxophone) is still pretty okay. I’d like to say Ooh Yeah ! is a misunderstood cult classic whose mysteries will eventually reveal themselves but no, truth is Ooh Yeah ! will only ever be an album that came out in 1988 by Hall & Oates.

 

Change of Season (1990)

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Grade: 4/10

So Close“, the first single off Change of Season is a great song, widescreen sad, nostalgic with lots of space for the Hall voice to run free and wild. That said, Hall hates the version that leads off the album having been forced by the record company to bring in, wait for it, Jon Bon Jovi to fatten up the production and make it more “radio friendly”. Which, to be frank, had to suck. As a compromise, Hall’s preferred, unplugged version was included as a bonus track. The Bon Jovi version is a cacophonous monster, a nearly 5 minute death match between the production and Hall’s voice with the latter coming out on top, shredding, raging and steamrolling over every shiny guitar chord that charges his way Super Mario style. And truth be told, it’s still pretty great. But yes, Daryl’s instincts were correct, the unplugged version is the truer rendition, the real heartbreaker. The rest is a bit faceless for the most part except for “I Ain’t Gonna Take It” which is an gloriously defiant little monster that would’ve fit perfectly on Hall’s  aforementioned Three Hearts album.

The End of an Era : In 1990, John Oates shaved his renowned mustache off after a show in Tokyo. Asked about it in a 2011 interview, Hall said he thought it was “bold”…and mentioned that  “when he did that, he also shaved his head. It was a statement. He was a shaved-head, bald-lipped motherfucker !”. Bold.

 

Daryl Hall/Soul Alone (1993)

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Grade: 6/10

Soul-rock hippie space cadets The Family Stand were one of the finest and most underrated bands of the ’90s. While their idiosyncratic sound basically ensured their never finding a regular home on radio or MTV, they were the recipients of a lot of love from other musicians and were regularly tapped to work on other outside projects . The 2 male members of the trio, Peter Lord Moreland and V. Jeffrey Smith produced and co-wrote the majority of Soul Alone with Hall, the three creating a sleek, lush, soul sound, full of Marvin Gaye style flourishes and eccentric hooks that still sound pretty damn good today. You will find the Hall voice front and center throughout the album, where it should be, a real about face from his previous solo excursion, Three Hearts. The plush and fabulously patronizing, “I’m in a Philly Mood” is superb. And melodic deep cut “Wildfire” is pretty exquisite with it’s twisting, turning chorus. Plus there’s a sweet nod to Mr.Gaye with a wistful re-interpretation of his “When Did You Stop Loving Me…“. The song quality levels out a bit after those 3 tracks to just plain old good as opposed to brilliant, but the standard remains resolutely high.

 

Daryl Hall/Can’t Stop Dreaming (1996)

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Grade: 3/10

Released first in Japan, and soon after in the U.S., “Can’t Stop” is a mixed bag with a lot of co-writes and not an especially memorable listen. The sweetly uplifting title track is the standout here, with a very ’90s R & B feel and classic H & O hook…but the rest is surprisingly faceless and veers dangerously close to smooth jazz in parts.  And there’s a superfluous remake of “She’s Gone” which conveys none of the passion or urgency of the original.

 

Marigold Sky (1997)

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Grade: 3/10

There was some hype with this one as it was the first new H & O studio album to appear in 7 years and it had been assumed by that point that they were through doing new music as a band. It’s mostly forgettable except for one gloriously shiny diamond “Romeo is Bleeding“, which features a big fat synth with a big fat hook and big fat Hall vocal and qualifies as one of the greatest “lost” H & O tracks that should’ve been a hit and I sincerely wish they’d start playing it at the shows ( which they were around the album’s release). It dwarfs everything everything here and alone it scores a 10/10.

 

Greatest Hits Live (2001)

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Grade: 7/10

Recorded in 1981 on the Private Eyes Tour, this was at one point being considered for official release during H & O’s ’80s mega-years according to the sleevenotes, which is why I’m including it here. And while there are plenty of actual “greatest hits” on it, there is also weird shit like “Mano A Mano“, “Diddy Doo Wop” and “United State” which I 100% approve of and Hall’s vocal on “Wait For Me” is complete and utter fire.

 

Do It For Love (2003)

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Grade: 3/10

Seriously, is someone just punking us with these album covers ? I just can’t. Anyway, like 1990’s Change of Season, there are a whole lotta hands beyond Daryl and John’s involved in the songwriting here, making for a less than cohesive listening experience. There is a tendency to grade on a curve with stuff like this because when a beloved artist makes an album after years of recording dormancy that doesn’t completely suck, most of us feel a great sense of relief. And that haze of relief results in a whole lot of over the top hyperbole and excessive praise. But because of the ridiculously high standard H & O have set in the past, it would be impossible for an album like this not to be a disappointment. The cool electronics of the eighties are nowhere to be seen and the sound here is closer to 1990’s Change of Season, with a lot of glossy acoustic guitars. Actually come to think of it, maybe the cover was trying to tell us something.  The Philly soul flavored title track is okay, if a little rom-com soundtrack-ish and the sweet cover of New Radicals plush and lovelorn “Someday We’ll Know” is an inspired choice ( in fact a full on collaboration with New Radicals main man Gregg Alexander would be just too wonderful, getting a fever just thinking about it).

 

Our Kind of Soul (2004)

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Grade: 5/10

This lovingly curated cover album features a mix of Motown, Philly Soul and originals and has it’s heart in the right place. I saw H & O play just prior to the actual release and was totally blown away by their performance of The Temptations deep cut “Fading Away” …but that passion doesn’t quite come across on the studio version. Which is to say in a live setting, these songs really come alive but as studio recordings they tend to fall a bit flat.

 

Home For Christmas (2006)

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Grade: 4/10

Christmas albums are always a dicey proposition and how “good” they are depends on how high your tolerance threshold for holiday music is as a whole. Back in 1983, H & O released a sweet, kitschy version of “Jingle Bell Rock” as a single, the video of which is a masterclass in mugging, grinning and complete cuteness and ended up recording a new version for this release ( which is okay but not a patch on the aforementioned version). As for the rest, they tried to make things a little more eclectic by including a couple of originals among the standards, and there’s a really fine, shuffling cover of The Band’s “Christmas Must Be Tonight“. And have to call out the Hall vocal on “O Holy Night” which is exceptionally pretty. At the end of the day, it’s a laid back, delicately crafted Christmas album and that’s really all it’s trying to be. Mostly though I love the pooh bear and piglet style cover.

 

Do What You Want, Be What You Are (2009 Box Set)

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Grade: 8/10 ( it covers everything but…let me explain)

I guess the real question is, if you are not a completist do you need this comprehensive 74 track collection ? And the answer is…maybe. It’s a great overview to be sure and there’s a bunch of previously unreleased stuff…but unfortunately the majority of that stuff is of the live variety and not particularly essential. The fact is H & O didn’t leave a helluva a lot on the cutting room floor, the best songs really did land on the actual studio albums for the most part. Still there are a few interesting curios (and a nice booklet breaking down the songs in the 4 cd physical version) including “Don’t Go Out“, an Oates track that didn’t make it onto Private Eyes.

 

Laughing Down Crying (2011)

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Grade: 5/10

“He was my best friend in the whole world. He was my musical advisor and teacher.” That’s Daryl Hall talking about longtime H & O band leader and multi-instrumentalist Tom “T-Bone” Wolk ( Literally the “&” in Hall & Oates), who died the week recording began for this album. It lends a truly bittersweet air to Laughing which also features the last track T-Bone ever played on (“Problem With You“).

The 64 year old Hall voice is in pretty fine fettle throughout but this one is mostly for hardcore completists. In other words, it’s okay. But, but here’s the thing, there are some genuine flashes of that old school Hall melodic gift, a nifty hook here ( “Wrong Side of History“), a big chorus there ( “Crash & Burn“) and enough proper tunes to suggest that he’s still got it in him.

 

John Oates- The Solo Albums

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True confession. I haven’t spent a lot of time with the 5 Oates solo studio albums, the first of which, released in 2002, had one of the most tragic album titles in the history of recorded music, Phunk Shui. I can only explain it like this. You know how sometimes, even as an adult when you are around your parents (or parent) you involuntarily regress into the surly teenager you used to be, giving one word answers and eye rolls when they ask you questions and occasionally recoiling from hugs ? That’s kind of how I feel when confronted with John Oates solo albums. Muscle memory takes over and I become that impatient H & O fan from my younger days who just wanted to hear the Daryl led songs. And I feel some guilt about this because as I’ve been saying all along here, John was responsible for some absolute bangers over the course of H & O’s history. And it seems like he’s had a really good time recording all of his solo albums.

Based on all that I’m reluctant to step into the role of Grinch and slam them. I’ll just say they run the gamut from groove based soul to retro folk to swampy blues to country rock with a few cover versions thrown in for good measure. They tend to harken back to early guitar based H & O and so if you are a fan of that sound go forth and Phunk Shui.

The Oates solo studio discography:  Phunk Shui (2002), 1000 Miles of Life (2008), Mississippi Mile (2011), Good Road (2013), Arkansas (2018)

 

Who The Fuck Are Daryl Hall & John Oates ? 

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Daryl Hall and John Oates were never part of a scene. They were popular but they were also total outliers, oddballs, weirdos. They were soul scientists, the kind of sharks who had to keep moving forward to stay alive, creatively restless, expertly distilling elements of Motown and New Wave while adding bits of folk and prog and making something new. Their songs featured some of the most majestic pop singing you’re ever gonna hear in the form of Daryl Hall. Cool but not cool, NYC to the core but actively stuffed into Yacht Rock playlists, white boys but with a deeper shade of soul. Back in 1985, Daryl said “I think we’re the eighties Beatles”. And he had a point. Both bands were completely ubiquitous in their respective heydays and the popularity of their songs has ultimately transcended age, race and gender. There were some lean years when no one cared and some creative mis-steps but within all of it there were songs. Brilliant, beautiful, ridiculous, heartbreaking, NYC living, loving, crying songs. Only one way to end this…

Bonus H & O Ephemera Footnote ! : 

The Best Daryl Hall & John Oates Cover(s) Ever:

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Check out The Bird and the Bee’s superb cover album Interpreting The Masters Vol.1: A Tribute to Daryl Hall and John Oates. With pronouns in tact, heart and soul on full display, it’a a master class in cover song etiquette and execution and is an absolute gift.

 

Robert Fripp and Daryl Hall’s Opus of Glorious, Paranoid Weirdness:

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If you wanna hear Daryl Hall at his most manic, unhinged and free, check out the 2015 reissue of Robert Fripp’s Exposure which features all the previously unavailable Hall performances. It’s a long, long way from “She’s Gone”.

 

The Daryl Show:

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Live From Daryl’s House started as a web series in 2007 and as a result of it’s popularity grew into into a broadcast TV series in 2011. It usually features some cooking with Daryl looking on hungrily and admiringly, but mostly it’s live ass music featuring Daryl and his kick ass band. They perform with both established artists and new kids, offering up stuff from the extensive Hall songbook as well as originals by the respective guests. It’s plenty fun since a lot of deep cuts like “Somebody Like You“, “Babs and Babs” get airings and some of the performances are amazing. The 2009 episode featuring Todd Rundgren duetting with Daryl on “Can We Still Be Friends” is a particular heart squeezer after which I always need minute to sop tears and collect myself.

 

And By the Way…

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Lastly, it is 2020 and Daryl and John currently are out on tour and yeah, you know what to do.

It’s Gettin’ Dark in Here: Tim McGraw’s “Good Girls” (2009)

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Waylon Jennings’ “Cedartown, Georgia” ( 1971) is both an amazing and horrifying song. In it, our grizzled hard workin’ protagonist describes his plan to murder his cheating wife in a most relaxed, tuneful, and matter of fact way. It’s so great and so f-ing wrong at the same time. It is absolutely as creepy and beautiful as Bobbie Gentry”s legendary “Ode to Billie Joe”. Country music has openly embraced and sung about terrible crime scenarios for decades, centuries, long before all the now beloved Dateline’s, Serial’s, My Favorite Murder’s and their brethren hit the video and audio airwaves. While the country music death march has slowed down considerably over the years, there have been some pretty cool assertive, feminist revenge party songs that have waved the murder flag pretty effectively in the 2000’s, Miranda Lambert’s “Gunpowder and Lead”, and Carrie Underwood’s “Two Black Cadillacs” to name a couple. Today though, want to exult a damn fine murder ballad with no “winners”. Tim McGraw is a beloved country superstar who, since his debut in 1993, has racked up countless piles of platinum and # 1 albums and singles. I’d take him over Blake Shelton, Luke Bryan or any of the other supposedly “hunky” doofus’s out there because he has some properly good songs and frankly, seems way cooler. With that in mind we’re going to go back in time so we can shine a light on his superior contribution to the irrational, jealous country murder ballad canon. In 2009 Tim released his tenth studio album, “Southern Voice” and nestled within it was a song called “Good Girls”. It was written by pedigreed country songwriters Chris Lindsey, Aimee Mayo ( who co-wrote Lonestar’s crossover megahit “Amazed”) and the Warren Brothers ( who co-wrote Dierks Bentley’s country # 1 “Feel That Fire”). While Tim is the narrator in the song, he is not an active participant in it’s storyline and is just there to tell the terrible tale . The story he relates is about 2 best girlfriends, Jesse and Jenny. Jesse calls Jenny to insist they hang out, drink some Boone’s farm wine and chase the moon right outta the sky. They hop in Jesse’s car and take off like a bottle rocket. Turns out Jesse has an ulterior motive which is to confront Jenny about messing around with Jesse’s man. It doesn’t go well. Next verse Tim offers up is about the news report the next day which tells of a car parked on the tracks and a train with no time to stop. The only witness to the whole event is “a Weeping Willow on a foggy hill” and as Tim is describing it all in detail, well, for all intents and purposes, he is the all-knowing, noble and empathetic tree ( being the only one privy to what happened in the car that preceded/resulted in the tragic ending)…which I very much like the idea of. It’s got an achingly earnest vocal, and is built on a foundation of crying guitar straight out of the wistful, dusty old Bob Seger ballad “Main Street” ( which is also awesome). Yeah,“Good Girls” sounds like a Dateline episode put to music but it’s also really f-ing good. And even with it’s glossy, not remotely gritty or raw production there’s still something oddly striking, sinister and retro about it. Something that brings to mind that dark old country tragedy tradition. Let it proudly hold it’s irrational, impulsive head up next to “Cedartown”  forever.

“If I can’t have him neither one of us will”. You better believe it.

Hear it here:

And here’s Waylon’s beautiful and wrong “Cedartown, Georgia”: