william
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top '68 LPs #225: Transformer by David Stoughton This xxxperimental album has been included on lists with titles like “Top 50 Albums We Found in the Ditch Covered in Pig Diarrhea,” but it’s not too fun to sit through. Its kinkiest aspect is the inclusion of folk/pop tunes. Cover’s pretty funny.
top '68 LPs #226: Wake Up … It’s Tomorrow by Strawberry Alarm Clock Psychedelic lounge albums were a-dime-a-dozen at the time, but the ‘Larm Clock had the chops to construct a seven-minute track that holds yr attention (“Curse of the Witches”). It craps out during side B.
top '68 LPs #227: Child Is Father to the Man by Blood, Sweat & Tears Occupies the intersection between proto-funk, pop, blues, and lounge jazz. Their first LP gives us one great original (“I Love You More Than You’ll Ever Know”) and one good cover (Harry Nilsson’s “Without You”).
top '68 LPs #228: Something Special by Lee Hazlewood The tunes run the gamut from blah blues workouts to rip-offs of Hazlewood’s previous songs to open-mouthed three-chord country. The lyrics are hangover stupid; you can call out the rhymes as they occur. For serious Hazlewood fans only.
top '68 LPs #230: The Thoughts of Emerlist Davjack by The Nice Pretentious nonsense. “Rondo,” an eight-minute piece structured around a simple bass part, sounds like jazz played by prep-school kids, with wandering guitar and keyboard solos, but no killer riff, no vocals, no passion, no point.
top '68 LPs #231: The Second by Steppenwolf I understand why Steppenwolf remains an iconic late ‘60s rock band (clean, unfussy hard rock sound & two megahits), but they sound like marionettes who perform at a family restaurant. The suite on side B is sort of neat. Whatever.
top '68 LPs #232: Two Virgins by John Lennon & Yoko Ono. John wanted to be respected as a “real” artist, so he turned snippets of conversation, found music, piano noodling, etc. etc. into a commercial product. This isn't casual listening, but rather a landmark weirdo LP that holds a strange power.
top '68 LPs #233: You’ve Come This Way Before - Nancy Priddy. Nancy Priddy (Christina Applegate’s mom!) presents what can only be described as 10 false starts, each one shifting gears more often than Steve McQueen in Bullitt. Is this folk? Chamber pop? Adult contemporary? You decide!
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top '68 LPs # 235: For the Sake of the Song by Townes Van Zandt. Absurdly bad production mars Van Zandt’s debut, but it can’t completely obscure the strength of his original songs. The best cuts are stripped to the bone, and the worst are slathered in thick, syrupy Phil Spector bullshit.
top '68 LPs #236: Children of the Future by Steve Miller Band. Another melting pot of genres, this one in particular borrowing liberally from the Moody Blues and Cream. Each side’s tracks blend and flow into one another, so it’s too bad that side B turns into endless anonymous blues-rock.
top '68 LPs # 237: It’s Been a Long Long Time by The Hep Stars The Stars hail from Sweden and have a guileless, lobotomized sound. Their fourth album was intended to be their international breakout, so they sacked the band and hired session guys to cut psychedelic cover songs. Bright. Clean. Dull!
top '68 LPs #238: The Beat Goes On by Vanilla Fudge Shadow Morton forced the Fudgies to record a concept LP featuring sound collages, excerpts of Churchhill and FDR speeches, classical music, bloodless pop covers, interviews with the band, and readings from the bible. It's terrible (a must-listen).
top '68 (not '69, sheesh) LPs #239: The Power of the True Love Knot by Shirley Collins. You’re going to need to be in a very specific mood to listen to 40 minutes of Collins’ untrained, childlike singing accompanied by her sister on the five-string dulcimer. But if you're there, this is spot-on.
top '69 LPs #240: David Ackles self-titled. This is a surprisingly subdued LP given the musicians involved - guitarist Danny Weis and bassist Jerry Penrod were original members of heavy rockers Iron Butterfly, while Michael Fonfara went on to work with Lou Reed. Love the dramatic album cover.
top '69 LPs #242: The Secret Life of J. Eddy Fink by Janis Ian. Ian’s ‘70s records defined my single-hipster-drinking-three-dollar-red-wine-alone-at-home twenties (and, let’s be honest, thirties), but her third album isn’t good! At all! I'd be hard-pressed to remember a single song on it.
top 1969 LPs #243: Ultimate Spinach. Strung-out 20-somethings must have had had major epiphanies tripping to this, but it sounds like novelty music today. Choice lyric: “I went down to the draft house and said, ‘you guys are nuts/Killing people just ain't right.’” Right on, brother! Speak it!
244. Nazz. Here, baby Todd Rungren farts out his first assterpiece. Listen closely and you can hear the groundbreaking singer-songwriter-blue-eyed-soul-soft-rock stew just starting to cook, but it’s all poorly-written or sloppily-arranged. But sure, let him cook.