A Consumer Guide to the Trailing Edge: December, 2005

Recycled Goods (#26)

by Tom Hull

The preponderance of jazz in the Briefly Noted has become an occupational hazzard: I just get more jazz than anything else, and spent almost all of November sifting through the jazz piles for the Jazz Consumer Guide column I write for the Village Voice. Given how much new jazz there is to write about, I'm tending more and more to only review new releases in the Voice and slip all the reissues into Recycled Goods. The top section is more evenly distributed, in part because I held some of the jazz back. The best of the hold-backs is Art Pepper's Winter Moon -- the most sublimely beautiful sax-with-strings album ever made.


Cameo Parkway 1957-1967 (1956-67 [2005], Abkco, 4CD). Bernie Lowe's label scored over 100 chart singles during its decade, but the most striking thing about this 115-song collection is how much it all sounds like something else. This is partly because Allen Klein, who picked up the defunct label in 1968, has been sitting on it all this time. But it's mostly because Lowe, lyricist Kal Mann, and producer Dave Appell were masters of derivation. They didn't specialize either: they did big band swing, crooners, teen idols, doo-wop, rockabilly, girl group, dance anthems, folkies, mariachi, cowboy, bubblegum, punk, spoken word novelties, you name it. Typical is the label's biggest star: named for his Fats Domino impression, Chubby Checker took Hank Ballard's "The Twist" to the top of the charts -- twice, not counting its derivatives and variants. Checker's heyday was the label's prime, in large part because the doo-wop and girl groups and dance crazes were such maleable formulae. The label faded fast when the Brits invaded and Motown crested, and Lowe sold out in 1965. The final third here is only sporadically interesting, with novelties like Senator Bobby's "Wild Thing" prevailing before Neil Bogart discovered Cameo Parkway's last #1 hit in Flint, "96 Tears," setting off a regional search that netted Bob Seger's James Brown impersonation on "Sock It to Me Santa." One could argue that there's a real good album buried somewhere in this mess, but historians of a certain age and temperament will be delighted to have it all. (I, for one, am thrilled to hear "Wolverton Mountain" again.) On the other hand, youngsters and prudes and the supercilious will be dismayed. Those were the days when popular culture was meant to be trashy. B+

The Very Best of Rosanne Cash (1979-2003 [2005], Columbia/Legacy). Nepotism was suddenly fashionable in the election year of Bush vs. Gore, but after Eugene Scalia and Michael Powell, not to mention GWB, a backlash is overdue. But while Rosanne benefitted from her dad's experience and connections, not to mention branding, but she had her own sound early -- she hopped from country to pop without wasting a minute on countrypolitan -- and developed into a thoughtful songwriter. Her albums from 1985's Rhythm and Romance through 1993's The Wheel are as well crafted and smartly observed as anyone's, and Rules of Travel lost very little despite the ten year gap. As with most album artists, a best-of that skips lightly around two decades of work misses as much as it hits. But having proved her independence, she welcomes her father back for a guest duet. A-

John Fogerty: The Long Road Home (1969-2005 [2005], Fantasy). The first fruit of Fogerty's reconciliation with Fantasy Records is that he gets his early records back, and that stabilizes a career retrospective that would be skimpy otherwise. The numbers tell the story: sixteen Creedence Clearwater Revival songs, including two new remakes, vs. nine post-Creedence songs, again including two new remakes. Still, they're all written by Fogerty, all of a piece. The biggest surprise for me are remakes of two songs from Fogerty's eponymous 1975 album -- I missed that one, but know the songs well from other artists, never realizing that what sounded like vintage rock and roll classics had been penned by the man whose every new song back in 1969-70 sounded like a long-lost timeless classic. The difference between the old songs and the live remakes is sonic: the old ones sound more relaxed, weary even, and thinner, while the remakes are more immediate and urgent. The post-Creedence songs fit in -- he's not a guy who's evolved much. So I wouldn't recommend this over a superb Creedence collection like Chronicle, but not by much. A

Global Hip Hop: Beats and Rhymes -- The No World Culture (1998-2003 [2005], Manteca). Suppose you have no command of English but want to pull together a globe-straddling hip-hop compilation: you'll probably want something by Run-DMC, but you'll probably pick something like "Rock Box," with its overwhelming musical force, over "Sucker M.C.'s," which hangs on words you can't grok anyway. That's basically why this collection doesn't sound much like hip-hop at first: rap is a music of words, but words are trapped in languages that don't travel well. Beats, on the other hand, travel fine, so they predominate here. But again, these are rarely the beats we associate with domestic hip-hop: they are local beats, in this case from India and Lebanon, from Mexico and Chile and Brazil, from Senegal and Tanzania and South Africa, from Greece. So if the words are impenetrable and the beats are eclectic, what holds this together? The attitude, the fresh attack on all forms of folk and pop orthodoxy. As the Sona Family puts it in one of the few lyrics I do get, "go crazy." A-

Andrew Hill: Andrew!!! (1964 [2005], Blue Note). Bobby Hutcherson!! John Gilmore! That's roughly the pecking order here, with Richard Davis and Joe Chambers rounding out the quintet. Blue Note founder Alfred Lion recognized in Hill a successor to Thelonious Monk and Herbie Nichols and recorded him extensively from 1963-70, but the records were erratically released -- this one didn't appear until 1968, many of the later sessions have only appeared recently, and many more are still out of print. After 1970, Hill mostly recorded obscure solo and trio sessions for European labels before returning to the limelight with larger groups since 1999's Dusk (Palmetto). This quintet fits somewhere between his small and large group moves: Hutcherson's vibes reinforce the angularity of Hill's piano, while Gilmore's single horn riffs along, again leaving the piano central. These dynamics make this an exceptional record for focusing on Hill's art. A-

Bob Marley & the Wailers: Africa Unite: The Singles Collection (1970-80 [2005], Island/Chronicles): For many Marley not only is reggae, he's all that reggae is -- quite an accomplishment for a guy who died at 36. The discography isn't all that complicated: he cut his first song as a teenager for Leslie Kong, joined Peter Tosh, Bunny Livingston, and others to form the Wailers, and recorded for Coxsone Dodd's Studio One from 1963-66. The group split, then reformed in 1968, working with Lee Perry's Upsetters. They moved to Tuff Gong in 1971, then signed with Chris Blackwell's Island Records for U.K. and U.S. distribution. Island released ten Bob Marley & the Wailers albums, and those are the ones he's known for. The overwhelming majority of 300-plus Marley albums in print are redundant compilations of his '60s work, which with few exceptions can safely be ignored. It's safe to say that had Marley died before Catch a Fire came out in 1973, he'd be less famous today than Alton Ellis. Even within the Island series Marley's fame lagged his accomplishments. The two Wailers albums with Tosh and Livingston were extraordinary, and the first solo album, Natty Dread (1974) was even better, but his first U.S. hit was the relatively lackluster Rastaman Vibration (1976). The rest of the studio albums were solid or better -- the weak link was the second live album, but the first was a revelation, demonstrating that one thing that made Marley unique was his ability to transplant reggae into the arenas of Babylon. When Marley died in 1981, his acclaim kept growing. A posthumous scraps album appeared in 1983 with a fine single, "Buffalo Soldier," then a canonical collection of U.K. singles, Legend, appeared in 1984. Subsequent efforts to compile him, including the Songs of Freedom box, never added much. But the endless search for more product gives us another singles-based collection, duplicating 12 of Legend's 14 or 16 cuts. The bait includes four pre-Island singles (available on Trojan's Trenchtown Rock anthology), an outtake from 1979, and two remixes -- none of which improve on the missing "Redemption Song." So this is redundant and mostly superfluous, but what else is new? A-

Thelonious Monk Quartet With John Coltrane: At Carnegie Hall (1957 [2005], Blue Note): Small world it was back in 1957. The program for Carnegie Hall's Thanksgiving Jazz concert -- two shows, top-priced tickets going for $3.95 -- lists a few other folks you might like to hear: Billie Holiday, Dizzy Gillespie, Chet Baker with Zoot Sims, Sonny Rollins ("introducing in concert the brilliant"), and "special attraction" Ray Charles. But Monk's two sets add up to 51:35, and satisfy our craving to hear something more substantial from his short-lived, rarely recorded Coltrane quartet than that cruddy-sounding Five Spot tape that was acclaimed as Discovery! back in 1993. It turns out that the concert was recorded by Voice of America for overseas broadcast, but the tapes have languished ever since in the Library of Congress vaults until Larry Appelbaum made his discovery. The sound is fine. Monk engages quickly, but Coltrane is revelatory, especially on the one non-Monk tune where he kicks everything up a gear, then sustains that level to the end. A

The Essential Tito Puente (1949-63 [2005], RCA/Legacy, 2CD). A Puerto Rican from Spanish Harlem, Puente took over the drum kit in Machito's Afro-Cuban band when he was 19, and a decade later was running his own band, garnering plaudits like "the king of mambo," or just El Rey. He played anything you can hit with a stick or mallet, but was best known for timbales -- a kit with two tuneable drums, cowbells and cymbals. He recorded more than one hundred albums, working steadily up to his death in 2000, but his classic recordings date from the '50s, when he as much as created the craze for mambo and cha-cha. His bands were huge, the brass driving home every point, the complex percussion flat out racing. My appetite for salsa, which roughly speaking is the next generation beyond Puente and Machito, has long been limited by its slick overkill, but for once the title here is right: this is essential. A-

Papa Wemba: 1977-1997 ([2004], Stern's Africa, 2CD). A flamboyant singer, Wemba has been a major figure in the evolution of Congo's rhumba/soukous guitar pop since the early '70s. He was a founder of Zaiko Langa Langa, later the leader of Viva La Musica, with dozens of albums under his own and/or his groups' names -- only a couple easy to find hereabouts. I doubt that two hours over twenty years does more than scratch the surface -- note that the first disc, starting with six songs culled from 7-inch vinyl, only makes it to 1983, and the balance pulls no more than one song per album, missing all but one of the half-dozen albums I'm familiar with. The exception is a great one from 1986, L'Esclave. A

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Additional Consumer News

I haven't heard these recent reissues in their latest packaging, but I know them from previous editions. Some may have extra tracks, which usually don't help much, but don't hurt much either. Grades are from previous editions: caveat emptor.

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In an infinite universe, all the music you'll ever need already exists somewhere. We find more each month: vintage rock (John Fogerty), profitable pop (Cameo Parkway), jazz masters (Thelonious Monk, John Coltrane, Andrew Hill, Don Cherry), mambo (Tito Puente), rhumba (Papa Wemba), country royalty (Rosanne Cash), many more (46 records).


Copyright © 2005 Tom Hull.