Saving grace
Rescuing good music from not so good albums
Monday, March 31, 2025
from Maledictus Sound (1968)
Monday, March 24, 2025
from Visitors (1974)
I have very little tolerance for gleefully trashy aesthetics, so Jean-Pierre Massiera, french king of musical exploitation and one-off artistic aliases (this being one of them), has no real hold on me. Still, I will admit that his counterfeit sound profile should be understood and discussed as a bona fide aesthetic option, and not simply as an artistic cop-out by someone who can't do any better; if nothing else, because the title track here is much better than the rest of this proto-Z-movie soundtrack, filled with 'futuristic' sounds, 'alien' voices, and ghoulish choirs chewing the cardboard sci-fi scenery. On the other hand, and as you can surely surmise from that description, for those times when eliciting condescending derision is one of the main sources of enjoyment you can get out of a work of 'art', this might be right up your alley. Who knows, it may even sync up nicely with that copy of Plan Nine From Outer Space.
Thursday, March 20, 2025
from Panta Rhei - Bartok (1976-77)
As is well known, adaptations of classical pieces for rock instruments are one of the things that made prog a much maligned genre, and that, like any snap judgement, can be partly right, in what concerns those who engaged in such generally contemptible practices (when (and how) they did: I'd certainly never throw Gentle Giant's mostly stellar discography overboard on account of a warped quote of Liszt's Liebestraum No. 3 on "Nothing at all" (which could even be heard as a deconstructionist take on romantic aesthetics and subject matters) - I'm not even dismissing that otherwise fine song because of it), but it can also be very wrong in what concerns those who were actually thinking progressively about music, instead of simply doing electrical versions of more or less recognizable musical pages from the western canon. Regrettably, that is what these ELPesque adaptations of Béla Bartók pieces essentially do; but that doesn't mean I would go as far as Bartók's heirs have, in determining that this shouldn't even be released. In fact, and taking into account that these guys have already been punished enough for their hubris, I might be even willing to concede that the initial "Quarts" may bring some nuance to such a critical view, by suggesting that, at least in short syncopated bursts, even rehashed old formulas can for a brief moment bring a spring to your step.