Currently,
I am taking part in a poll documenting the 100 best records of the 1970’s as
part of a music group I belong to in Facebook.
Once the poll is closed and the records are selected, the 100 top
records each receive a capsule review extolling its virtues.
I am
writing a few of these and it got me thinking about the art of
writing capsule reviews. Saying everything
you want in four or five lines or even less.
You have to find a hook, a stand-out detail of each record in order to
pare it down like this. A very good
example of this is Robert Christgau even if I only agree with about half his
opinions. His record guide books of the
70’s and 80’s are all capsule reviews.
I
tried to make a list of my favorite records of all time but it got very sloppy http://rgdinmalaysia.blogspot.com/2011/08/my-top-500-records-of-all-time-100.html
I had to post an addendum as well
What
I think might be better is if I slowly post capsule reviews for my favorite records
of the 70’s – five each time. I will
also do for the 60’s and the 80’s. In
the case of the 80’s, I may need to split up into two parts 100 best of 1980 to
1984 and 100 best 1985 to 1989. When I
am done who knows maybe I will come up with a better more organized best records
lists but this time do it by decade.
Here’s
the first five:
ENTERTAINMENT
by Gang of Four (1979) An anti-capitalist message, feedback laden guitar, and a
funky rhythm section seem like an impossible combination but it works here, oh
does it work, Composed of equal parts head and heart and perhaps the greatest
rhythm section of all time, this swings.
THE
NEW YORK DOLLS by The New York Dolls (1973) While attempting to mimic The
Rolling Stones, David Johanson and Co. come up with a completely new form of
music. The future is Johnny Thunders' guitar and it barrels forward like a
subway train as big as Frankenstein.
PARANOID
by Black Sabbath (1970) The problem with Black Sabbath’s records was
consistency. This was their most consistent record and we see Ozzy’s Osbourne’s
wailing, Tony Iommi’s juggernaut riffs, Geezer Butler’s sludge bass, and the
underrated Bill Ward, a faster John Bonham, lock into something that can only
be called heavy.
ELECTRIC
WARRIOR by T Rex (1971) The true father of glam sets down the template –
kitchen sink arrangements, ridiculous lyrics, breathy overblown vocals, the
result is grand, majestic, something out of the heavens. Often emulated,
never equaled.
REAL
LIFE by Magazine (1978) Howard Devoto’s obtuse vision finds the right musical
accompaniment on Magazine’s debut. Over busy keyboards alternating electronics
and piano, strafing guitars and Barry Adamson’s bubbling bass, Devoto spins his
surreal lyrics like the anti-Dylan and their music hangs on his every word like
the Band’s.
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