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ARTICLE ABOUT The A-Z of Heavy Metal FROM SOUNDS, April 26, 1975

This is a really fun one. It is also sort of a long article, so I will have to split it up in several parts.
Unfortunately I don`t have the next Sounds paper, so this will end a little bit out in the letter N.
Whatever – it is great fun to read these early impressions of this genre of music by two music journalists that have made a lifelong career out of writing about these kind of bands. Kudos to them both!
Read on!


Rock from `eavy to `umble or
The Sounds A – Z of Heavy Metal

Foreward by Mike Flood Page

Compiled by Pete Makowski and Geoff Barton

Rolling Stone took a page and a half and still wasn`t sure, NME took eight lines and got as close to the truth, and Pete Makowski says however I do it he`ll disagree with my definition of Heavy Metal.
Besides if you want to damn someone these days, and induce cries of `Boring!` from those SOUNDS staff sober enough to yell, you`ll accuse them of being a Heavy Metal band. Visions of subhuman monsters with but one chord and a grunt between them, and enough amplification to project their sound half-way round the globe are summoned swiftly to mind. One thing is sure, nobody can agree on a definition of Heavy Metal.
What follows is of necessity an individual view. After only a few broken limbs and life-long friendships sundered we at SOUNDS settled upon the bands that we list below. At further risk to my own health, I will now set out a personal definition, and pass it to the subs before Makowski gets back from the boozer.
There isn`t even any agreement on where it all began: Pete Townshend dates his own initiation into the possibillities of the electrified guitar to the first time he heard Link Wray`s solo on `Rumble` in 1958; but there are those who will point out that Les Paul first plugged a pick-up onto his guitar sometime around 1935; and there again, claims have been made for practioners of electrified guitar existing here and there in the 1920s. Besides Pete Makowski probably thinks Rock and Roll started with Grand Funk, and Steve Peacock probably thinks Hank Marvin invented the tremelo arm. You can`t please them all.
What is certain is that by the 1950s the electric guitar had been perfected as a popular instrument by blues performers like T-Bone Walker to the point that it was ready and primed, and branded as a dangerous weapon when the first rock and rollers picked it up. From there on it developed gradually until the early 60s when a new generation of British blues guitarists, weaned on rock and roll and turning towards the blues to find something more valid than the brylcreem pap of that era, burst onto the scene.

They had grown up accepting the electric guitar, had marvelled at the echo chamber and the tremelo arm, and they began to take everything a little further. Clapton, Beck and Page – the three linchpins of the movement – all belonged at various times to the Yardbirds, and all were virtuosi. The debate still rages as to who exactly used a wah-wah pedal first, it hardly matters now. But the seeds of the later onslaught on the senses had begun.
For the crucial elements of Heavy Metal – though no band may have all of them – are these: 1) a grounding in the blues which graduates of the British Blues Boom had in abundance, which yielded the characteristic basic riff; 2) a soloist: no matter that by the time of Iron Butterfly`s `In-A-Gadda-Da-Vida` that soloist had only two notes to play. This idea became fashionable with the rise of a self-consciously `artistic` pop music in the mid-60s when Hendrix took wing and Cream arrived. Clapton has subsequently said that Hendrix opened his eyes to the possibilities of the guitar. Until he saw Hendrix play he had been a blues purist, but he reasoned if a black guy could get away with that, then what was he deliberately restricting himself for?
As is well known lesser imaginations seized upon the fifteen minute solo as an excuse to hide their inability to write enough good songs to last out a set and gave the whole thing a bad name, but not before the likes of Clapton and Hendrix had shown to what heights a guitar could soar.
3) Sheer bloody volume! It is said that a small dog unfortunate enough to wander too close to Blue Cheer`s speakers was killed instantly. “Past the pain threshold!” threatened to become the slogan of the Heavy Metal merchants in the late 60s. That they could do this was down to the rapid technological innovations of Jim Marshall, Mr Watkins and many more nameless inventors who found that as fast as they could add another stack of speakers or a fuzz-box or a few more switches and synthis to feed the guitar through some kid would find a way to use them. Reverb, feedback and a whole battery of technical effects come in here.

4) Energy: not to be confused with volume, it is an indefinable quality which can penetrate to the mind of the most doped-out, wiped-out, deranged teenager and have him (or her; mainly him) up on his feet yelling for more, and preferably tearing up the first three rows of seats as well. This often explains why some of the best exponents of the genre are constantly better live than on record.
Of course in its pristine form it couldn`t last. Nothing good ever does; so as we enter the second half of the 1970s Heavy Metal, which for sheer sonic atrocity makes the outrage of the 1950s rock and roller look more like Stone Age by comparison, has begun to break down several different ways. There always was a twofold split in Heavy Metal between the basic pounding beat which gave it its simple appeal, and the technical prowess of some of its best soloists. As it became clear that most guitarists hadn`t three minutes worth of original ideas, let alone fifteen, many bands took the easy option and cut down on improvisation to concentrate on boogie.
You know who I mean.
Others took technical sophistication to its logical extreme so as well as Black Sabbath we have John McLaughlin; for every Grand Funk there is a Carlos Santana. That`s about it, except I forgot the vocals: at their best as in the searing voice of a Robert Plant they recall the old blues shouting tradition taken into the space age; at their worst they are best forgotten.
Uh, oh… here comes Makowski again, I`m off…



Rhinestone rock and roll. Aerosmith look like the New York Dolls and play like rock and roll demons. They were formed in 1970 featuring Joe Perry (guitar), Tom Hamilton (bass), ex-drummer Steve Tyler (vocals), Joey Kramer (drums) and Brad Whitford (guitar). Tyler plus the twin spearheads of the guitars are the main focal point of this US outfit and they have achieved moderate success in the States with their two CBS albums – `Aerosmith` and `Get Your Wings Off`.

The Amboy Dukes

Who plays 150 nights a year to millions of fans? Who is able to break glass with a single note? Who is the king of feedback guitar? Why Ted Nugent of course. He and his merry bunch of Amboy Dukes have been causing havoc in America since 1965. In fact they were probably the most progressive rock band in the late Sixties with well arranged toons n` all. Now they have returned as a metallic three piece, nothing special, just loud and energetic with two albums on Zappa`s label Discrete (`Call Of The Wild` and `Tooth Fang And Claw`) Nugent – the outrageous guitar leader of the band – is still challenging everyone to a duel.

Amon Duul II

Rootless, bizarre German band, often freaky, create a crashing, eccentric wall of sound. The original Amon Duul was (more or less) a studio group that came together once a year in a studio and then broke up again. Anxious to make Duul a more permanent concern, two guys called Chris Karrer and John Weinzierl brought about the formation of II. The band have preoccupation with Lemmings (there`s a compilation album, `Lemmingmania`, currently available on UA), nonsensical lyrics, weird album covers and, more notably, tripped-out song titles: `Flesh-Coloured Anti-Aircraft Alarm`, `Hallucination Guillotine` for example. Even their wailing female vocalist is called Renate Knaup-Krotenschwantz, and you can`t say fairer than that.

Atomic Rooster

Formed when Vincent Crane and Carl Palmer left the amazing Crazy World of Arthur Brown. Palmer soon left – the first of numerous changes, but with the arrival of guitarist John Cann, Rooster had two successive hits in 1970, with a good extension of the Crazy World organ-based sound. More upheavals followed `Tomorrow Night` and `Devil`s Answer`, but through all the changes, most notably singer Chris Farlowe including a label switch from B&C to Pye, Rooster, still based around Crane, failed to recapture their early popularity.


I have personally transcribed this from the original paper. Any errors in the text from the original magazine may not have been corrected for the sake of accuracy. If you have a music-related web-page where this fits – please make a link to the article. With credits to the original writer of the article from all of us music fans!

This number of Sounds also contains articles/interviews with these people: Frank Zappa, Gladys Knight, Women In Rock, Betty Wright, Steve Harley, Peter Frampton, Labelle, Peter Skellern, Ray Davies, Larry Uttal, Chris Spedding, Anne Murray, Sweet Sensation, Bernard Purdie, Mike Harding, Ronnie Lane, Yes.

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ARTICLE ABOUT Jethro Tull FROM Record Mirror, January 10, 1970

A very early interview from Record Mirror with Ian Anderson regarding his band Jethro Tull. This one should be quite interesting for those who follow the band closely.
Read on!


`A lot of people must hate me`

By Keith Altham

WHAT is it that makes Ian Anderson tick? What motives are there behind a group like Jethro Tull just returned from an exhaustive American tour and now contemplating the prospects of a jet -hop around Europe. To try and find the answers to these questions I spoke to a wan looking Ian Anderson at the offices of Chrysalis.
“It’s certainly not the money,” smiled Ian. “I’m not even certain we have any money. I’m looking for a house at present but don’t ask me where the money is coming from. I need a place where I can write in peace and not have to squeeze my composing in those few spare moments while we are on the road.
“No one really knows how much money we have but someone recently explained the tax situation to me and I nearly gave the whole thing up and went looking for a job digging the roads. After a thousand pounds money becomes meaningless and your hear about how you are playing a concert for so many tens of thousands of pounds but what you see of that is so small it’s ridiculous. It’s like playing for 75,000 cigarettes or 75,000 beans.
“The expense of touring in somewhere like America with the hotel bills and cost of transporting equipment is astronomical. In this business you either end up very rich like the Beatles and Stones or just about break even like Traffic and groups like us. Sometimes I wonder how anyone makes a living in this business.
“The only real criterion you can have is to do something which pleases you and incidentally pleases others. I genuinely like our music and I listen to it as much as to anything else. The real satisfaction and the thing which keeps you going is in pleasing yourself and as I consider I am quite hard to please so there is a good chance I may please others.
The new Jethro Tull single Ian referred to as being two album tracks as it was the first that had released without deliberately writing the songs as such.

“They’re not throw-aways by any means,” said Ian, “But they were not specifically written with the, singles market in mind as -were our previous hits, ‘Witches Prdmise’ and ‘Teacher’ are really one fifth of an album! They are both tracks of over four minutes and we certainly will not be including them on our forthcoming album so this is the only time you will see these particular songs.
“In fact I’m certain that the people who buy our singles have been those that have bought the albums. The only real purpose to which we can be expected on our albums. But we haven’t just thrown the singles away – we’ve had a lot of copies out in stereo and put in in a colourful sleeve. It’s not just to remind people that we are still around – the music means too much to me to do something like that.”
First people to pay Jethro Tull any kind of attention were the long hair, beards and sandals brigade but now Ian believes that their appeal is widening and is anxious that they should get a new audiences while not neglecting the hard core.
“In that respect one play on the Jimmy Young radio programme is worth ten of John Peels – that is not meant to sound derogatory to John Peel but by a play on Jimmy Young’s programme we would probably be reaching millions of people who would never have thought of listening to us and maybe a few would like it.
“I always get a kick out of seeing older people at our concerts. At the Miami Pop Festival it was very gratifying to see an older audience behave like young people. It would not be possible to launch a Crusade for the sake of the older generation at the expense of our established younger audience, but it is nice to see a few people outside our accepted market taking an interest in us. You just have to be careful not to say the wrong things to the right people!”
Wither the Tull in this coming decade? It would appear that at least this year is scheduled.
“We must go back to the States in March – we have really built up an enormous following there now,” said Ian “And then there is a lengthy European tour and another album to be recorded.”


Ian is reported to have said that following this third album the fourth LP will be the group’s “Sergeant Pepper!”
“I must have been raving when I said it,” smiled Ian. “What I meant to imply was that by the time I have acquired my house and due to the fact I should get more free time next year that the potential of that fourth album is unlimited. I’ve already written the material for the third album.”
It was noteable that Ian seemed more sombre in both his manner and dress (black shirt, black trousers, black leather jacket) and the reason was apparently something of a compromise.
“I wear most of my clothes until they just fall apart,” admitted Ian. “But I am aware of being stared at and coming up on the train is the worst time – people can be so rude. If I’m wearing my multi -coloured gear they really go out of the way to insult you even when you try to be polite to them. I’ve had people walk right through me when I’ve approached them to ask the time or something.
“It’s very easy to dislike people from their outward appearance. There must be a lot of people who share the same attitudes as I who look very different from me. A lot of people must hate me because I present the image of some kind of demented immoral joker – which I’m not. I’m just like that for half an hour on stage!”
I discovered from Ian’s publicist that his parents had recently expressed a desire to see him play on stage and told him they were coming to a concert. Ian rang them back and asked them not to come.
“I was just very nervous about the whole thing,” said Ian. “My Mother was one of the few people to see me with no clothes on as a child and that is quite an intimate thing. They have never heard me sing except on bits of plastic and I would have been embarassed to perform before them.
“I don’t think they would have been shocked or anything – more amused and surprised but I would have felt too self conscious to perform. They think of me as being O.K. – just a good bloke, which is fine but I have this fear of exposing myself before people who know me well!”
Finally we arrived back at the same subject we began with – money and it’s importance in our lives.
“To me is means cigarettes, meals, rent, mandolin strings, plectrums and coffee,” said Ian “Earning big money does not really concern. Playing to more and more people does. It might be nice to have a lot of money in a few years time so that I could become a preacher or work for the Forestry Commission.
“I might even get married and then again I might not. That would be more important to me than most people!
Ian’s publicist bounced into the office and asked if he would mind holding on for another interview.
“If he’s quick,” said Ian and aside, “There goes my hot bath tonight.”
The one thing Ian needs to buy he can never purchase – Time.


I have personally transcribed this from the original paper. Any errors in the text from the original magazine may not have been corrected for the sake of accuracy. If you have a music-related web-page where this fits – please make a link to the article. With credits to the original writer of the article from all of us music fans!

ARTICLE ABOUT Journey FROM SOUNDS, April 26, 1975

I am afraid that the reviewer hit the nail fairly right on the head with this one. Journey started out with an album that didn`t exactly set the world on fire. This album is never mentioned in any top 100 albums in rock or hard rock for a reason. I think it would be lucky to even end up in a Top 1000 poll. But in the interest of history, here is the original record review.
Read on.


Album Review:

Journey: `Journey` (CBS 80724).

By Rob Mackie

A couple of ex-Santana journeymen meet up with the mighty biceps of Aynsley Dunbar and the result is kind of predictable. The drumming is as dynamic as ever, coming over as the dominant instrument at times. On occasions, the interplay with a spacey lead guitar can suggest the understanding of McLaughlin and Cobham, but Journey seem to have a far less clear idea of where they`re headed than the Mahavishnu had. Too often there`s no centre to this band – the musical ability is there all right, but the vocals and the singing sound equally muzzy and unappealing. Attempting a spacey concept, Journey come over sounding a little old-fashioned. Competent. Uninspired.


I have personally transcribed this from the original paper. Any errors in the text from the original magazine may not have been corrected for the sake of accuracy. If you have a music-related web-page where this fits – please make a link to the article. With credits to the original writer of the article from all of us music fans!

This number of Sounds also contains articles/interviews with these people: Frank Zappa, Gladys Knight, Women In Rock, Betty Wright, Steve Harley, Peter Frampton, Labelle, Peter Skellern, Ray Davies, Larry Uttal, Chris Spedding, Anne Murray, Sweet Sensation, Bernard Purdie, Mike Harding, Ronnie Lane, Yes.

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ARTICLE ABOUT Frank Zappa FROM SOUNDS, April 26, 1975

A well written article by Mike Flood Page with an artist that should be of inspiration for anyone that waves the flag for artistic freedom. The article doesn`t give any answer to how the case in question ended, but I can tell you that the judge, Mr Justice Mocatta, was none too impressed when Zappa’s song “Penis Dimension” was played in court, asking: “Have I got to listen to this?” Zappa lost his claim for £8,000 damages.
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Frank and his law suit – he wears it well

Our man in and out of court Mike Flood Page

There are three or four great interviews in rock and roll. Lennon obviously, Pete Townshend certainly, one or two others. Zappa is one. A master of outrage from the moment `Freak Out` had mothers (the other kind) locking up their daughters, and record companies wondering if there might not be a fast buck in all that nonsense somewhere.
If you thought the Stones or the Pretty Things gave long hair a bad name, then the Mothers were gonna convince you. Why even their pictures smelt bad.
Last week Frank Zappa was in London, to appear as witness in a case for damages he is bringing against the Royal Albert Hall, to afford a preview of his new album `One Size Fits All`, and to talk to the press. Who could resist it?
But first, before we get to the bit about how Captain Beefheart has teamed up with Zappa again, or the weird and wonderful story of the Groupie Papers, or any of that, let`s go to court:
This would be bloody funny if the implications weren`t so tragic. By a door in a gloomy stone corridor in a cavernous mock-gothic cathedral of a place on the Strand, a notice baldly announces: Queen`s Bench Division. Court 7. Before Mr Justice Mocatta. At half past 10. Non Jury list. 74/NJ/911 Bizarre Productions Inc. v. Corporation of the Hall of Arts & Sciences and ors pt Ind.
Opposite the notice sits what the legal circles call the plaintiff: Francis Vincent Zappa, For once in his life he is wearing a suit, of a pronounced brown check. He has a pale long-collar American shirt and is uneasily trying to loosen the tie at his neck. Beside him his manager Herb Cohen, also besuited, eyes us with envy and wants to know why everyone doesn`t have to suffer a tie. Frank concurs: “Everyone`s neck should hurt.”
It is the third day of the case. In the blue corner and coming on strong with a case for damages for his cancelled gig at the Albert Hall on February 8, 1971 designed to showcase `200 Motels`; smiling Frank Zappa! In the red corner with some deft manouevres of defence: Mr R. Albert Hall! We are waiting for the day`s tedium to begin.

Many times in the past ten years or so, I have had the dubious pleasure of witnessing the infinitely slow spirit of British Justice work its way through a case. Every time I have been struck most forcibly by the seemingly unbridgeable gap between those whose home is the court and its surreal Alice-In-Wonderland rituals, and those real people who, for want of a better word, we shall call its victims. No matter that on this rare occasion Frank Zappa was bringing the case against some other party, instead of being the victim.
Once the rarified and musty atmosphere of the legal profession got stuck in it was hard to tell.
Frank first took the witness stand on Tuesday, the scene could not have afforded a more outrageous contrast:
Francis Vincent, famed for his satirical and iconoclastic career was patient, composed, polite and restrained, he gave his evidence lucidly, succinctly, and always stuck to the point.
The defence counsel began with cool standard questions and then began to probe Frank`s lyrics for `200 Motels` which had arrived at the Royal Albert Hall in the form of excerpts from the film shooting script. Day one of the cross-examination by the defence ended with a discussion of the word `groupie`. That set the tone for what was to follow on Wednesday.
Tuesday night Warner Brothers threw a small reception at Rags, a Mayfair Club, to let the press meet Frank and get a sneak preview of his new album `One Size Fits All`, and a solo project he is working on.
Frank buried himself in conversation with the new London Warners managing director, Derek Taylor, and tried not to look too pained as the assembled hacks got stumbling drunk, wolfed down some nifty buffet grub, talked loud and fast to each other and generally ignored his latest platter.
Asked why he put up with it, he turned to your scribe and enquired patiently: “Do I have any choice? If you had the choice between being a public person and getting your music played, or staying at home and not hearing it, what would you do?” There is no answer to that. Then unable to restrain himself he called for hush in the locality to cop a listen to a really strong passage of the kind that should send most heavy metal bands back to the drawing board.

Why had he never taken those decibel and riff merchants on on their own ground? Well he had once tried, he had a gig lined up where the Mothers would appear anonymously behind Silverhead`s old singer Michael Des Barres, but Michael was so full of himself that he went and blew the story to the press, and the gig was blown out.
Would Frank like to give us an exclusive, unbiased personal review of `One Size`? He`d be delighted: “Excellent!” That`s all? “That`s all”. On the case itself he could not speak, it`s all subjudice, but on everything else he was easily approachable.
Over the years I guess I`d built up a vision of Zappa as a real shrewd, hard character – brilliant but sarcastic, and though you`d probably always get an interesting interview out of him, you might undergo heavy psychic traumas to get it.
Not so, he`s certainly smart, but he`s not smart ass. He sat through the reception taking asinine questions in his stride, dealing politely and patiently with fools, and generally acting like a real handsome human being.
Next day in court, he continued in the same low-key vein. It got so Frank was the most normal thing around, what with the bewigged and begowned legal types, and the setting: a dull chapel-like room with a high ceiling, green velvet drapes, old Victorian wooden benches, and stained glass windows. Lewis Carroll would have loved it.
The defence went through the `200 Motels` lyric line by line at times, ferreting out the most blatant sexual implications while Frank tried to suggest that in almost every case you had to see the sections in the light of the overall context so that `Lonesome Cowboy Burt` for instance is depicted as getting off on the idea of having a waitress sit on his face, because that is the kind of character Zappa set out to portray and the lines in question came from some graffiti he had seen on the wall of just the sort of bar you`d expect Cowboy Burt to hang out in.
Frank indicated where he had used irony and humour so you`d get an exchange between him and defence counsel that would go something like: “Mr Zappa, you have a song here called `Would You Go The Whole Way`. That means: would you have sexual intercourse, does it not?” And Frank would point out that it was an archaic 1950s usage designed to generate laughter.

At one point the defence cousel admonished Frank in a schoolmasterish way: “Mr Zappa, you wrote it. What did you mean? I think you understand very well what I mean.” And a few moments later confessed to the Judge: “M`Lord, once one starts reading this sort of script,” waving a sheaf of lyrics, “one starts making errors”. he further suggested once: “Mr Zappa! Let us come into the real world for a moment!” The irony could hardly have been greater.
Slowly the court had elucidated the meaning of `groupie`, `to score`, `hot action`, `to ball`, and other exotic terms, with the aid of a Webster`s slang dictionary. But by the time the defence got around to suggesting an intelligent adult would see hidden salacious meanings in the word `newt`, Zappa was moved to reply: “Only if that person had such a limited reading comprehension as to be pathetic.”
Frank summed up his attitude to the proceedings when he protested to one persistent line of enquiry: “Your attempt is to direct the meaning of all my lyrics towards sexual intercourse, which I don`t think is fair or accurate.”
To an outsider the court presented a spectacle of two worlds separated by a sheet of glass so thick, that though they could maybe wave to each other, the finer points were getting misunderstood along the way.
Bizarre productions indeed! If it weren`t the case that Frank stands to send good money after bad if he loses, I`d almost believe he and Herb Cohen had set it up between them. But no, this is for real. But even for laughs, my interest was wearing thin after half a day of slow torture, so I left Frank to it, and met him that evening to talk.
Frank that evening in his Dorchester suite (check that out for incongruity) was holding court, in his street threads, pink slacks and a ribbed sweater. Anyone who had come to interview him had stayed to listen to him talk, and to chip in. He takes people that way, he is not only one of the most prolific and varied composers in pop (sixteen albums of outrage satire and good music so far, three due in the next twelve months, and a nine album set in the works) but also talks a blue streak, ideas spilling out in a never-ending stream.


I caught the end of a discussion of the Mothers latest group of fans: real screaming pubescent females. Frank gets teen appeal in his tenth year of business! Even more surprising since a study he conducted in `69 showed his audience to be mainly seventeen year old white male middle class Jewish kids – with short hair! “I`m lucky to have anybody listening to me!” Quoth the prince of outrage rock and roll.
Next up was Lenny Bruce, a long standing influence on the Mothers who once played second billing to Zappa & Co. on one of his attempts to fight back after yet another bout of law-suits. As he got into a discussion of the enigmatic Captain Beefheart, I switched on the National Panasonic: This obviously wasn`t going to be a straight interview, more like rolling with the flow.
Three months back Beefheart, or Don Van Vliet to his intimates, an old school chum of Frank`s who had been bad-mouthing Zappa for the past six years, had holed up in a trailer with his mother in his home-town of Lancaster, California, and rung Frank up to apologise. From there he went on to ask help in getting out of his current management and record contracts and shown interest in joining the new Mothers.
“So I auditioned him – twice! The first time he flunked; and the second time he was worth a try.” Commented FZ drily.
Why didn`t Frank want to continue singing? “My voice is not really a singer voice. I can hold a tune under duress. With Beefheart in the band there`s a guy who`s really into words and what they can do. I respect his literary ability, especially as in some instances I wonder if he`s literate at all.” It emerges that Beefheart`s early lyrics had to be written down by someone else. “He still desperately clutches onto the paper with the lyrics on it; he`s got a bag full of harmonicas and this bundle of lyrics.
“The way he relates to language is unique. With somebody else in the band who`s into it at that level, he gives me the chance to do things I haven`t been able to do before. The way in which he takes my text and brings it across to an audience is something to behold. He can really make the words come to life. One of the new songs is called `Poofta`s Froth Wyoming Plans Ahead` – it`s a C & W number that deals with the merchandising of the up-coming American Bicentenery in 1976.”

And that kind of thing is what he and the Capn. both get off on, they share a view of language where: “A single word can have a life of it`s own that`s a whole universe. Like `Pudsey`. When I saw that on the side of a truck I went: Pudsey! How could anybody do that? If Vliet could have seen that he would have just beat his leg until it decomposed, from here (gesture) to here.”
Zappa admits he can “talk like a sonofabitch” but when it comes to putting it across in song, no-one can cap the Capn. “For all his psychological and technical limitations he`s really an artist. He`s got this great mind that functions in a realm for which there is little use in this society. What do you do with a guy who has these advanced concepts and wants to sing them in a voice like the Howlin` Wolf?”
Apart from the fact that as schoolkids they used to cruise the burger joints together and sing along to the radio, a mutual affliction with Howlin Wolf mania has meant a constant affinity between Zappa and Beefheart, Frank considers Wolf: “The ultimate vocal experience.”
For those who are counting, this is the tenth incarnation of the Mothers and includes Terry Bozio on drums – “he`s a monster”, old faces Bruce Fowler, George Duke and Napoleon Murphy Brock, with Tom Fowler on bass and another old school mate Denny Whalley on slide guitar.
They have `One Size` coming out soon, and plan to record the present group live at Texas` Armadillo HQ in Austen in late May, a place Frank describes as: “more like the early days in San Francisco than anything else. It has the same vibe as the Fillmore West in 1967.”
We then talked of outrage, how the rest of the rock world had slowly caught up with Zappa`s innovations, so that artists (businessmen?) like Alice Cooper (a former Zappa protegè) were using theatre, and shock tactics, in a way Zappa had done years ago. “What does constitute outrage today? Most of what has been perpetrated as outrage has been pure jive.

“From the time when the Jefferson Airplane went protest, it was just so fake.” That, he suggested, had been a management decision to cash in, not as in the Mothers case, a group commitment expressed onstage, from the days when the Mothers all caught longhair, to today. “I think that what I`m doing today has quite a bit of outrage in it, if you look at it for what it`s really doing.”
On the projected nine album set, (Warners are busy trying to figure out a way to sell ten thousand, which would be enough to make it worth while). Frank offers a resume of his career. There is stuff from before the Mothers, live stuff and stuff left off albums through lack of space. Since he tapes all his concerts there`s plenty to choose from. It even includes what he believes is the first use of a fuzz-bass, taped back in 1963. Over time his concerns have changed:
“I`ve been writing music for a very long time, and I`ve said most of the stock protest things. Our first three albums had a lot of protest in them, and I believe that stuff still stands. So why should I keep saying the same thing over and over again? There are other things that interest me.
“I`m a different person to what I was ten, eleven years ago when I started in rock and roll. Anybody that doesn`t change in that period of time has to be frozen. And as my interests change, I`m trying to be honest in what I do. The work that I do reflects the changes in my personality so audiences who are very enthusiastic about repeating glimpses or experiences of what I was doing eight, ten years ago are apt to be disappointed because I`m just not feeling the same things.
“I`m married, I have three kids, three law suits.”
And one of those begins in August when he will haul his previous record company, MGM, into the dock on a variety of counts.
One reason was the series of attempts at censorship, the delays in album releases, oh and other things, says our Frank.
The censorship issue is important here because when you are into outrage, there is a danger that you will become just a rather bizarre commodity to be packaged in a different way, but packaged and sold in a freakier version of what the Mothers have always satirised, the Madison advertising game.
For Zappa whose medium is record primarily, this entails keeping a close watch on the business end of things:
“Otherwise the machinery that transmits it to the listener is gonna chop it up and do bad things to it.”
To stay outrageous, to keep an edge on your satire and to outlive many of your targets, be they plastic hippies or cheesy TV, to do that for over ten years takes some doing. “Well there was a good reason for that… I was right!”


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This number of Sounds also contains articles/interviews with these people: Yes, Gladys Knight, Women In Rock, Betty Wright, Steve Harley, Peter Frampton, Labelle, Peter Skellern, Ray Davies, Larry Uttal, Chris Spedding, Anne Murray, Sweet Sensation, Bernard Purdie, Mike Harding, Ronnie Lane.

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You will be hard pressed to find a more positive concert review than this one. It seems to me that Mr. Sutcliffe really enjoyed himself. So read on!


Yes, the ocean monsters, send us home happy

Phil Sutcliffe catches the Yes tour in Glasgow

It ain`t easy being a Yes fan, you know. Reveal your secret in the wrong company and they go “ya boo”, and beat you about the head with Chuck Berry 78s.
The inverted rocksnob theory is that because the lads don`t encore with `Johnny B Goode` they`re strictly for bourgeoisie intellectuals from Pseud`s Corner.
Well, hear ye. Just cop yer whack for the new Yes tour. I`ve just seen three of the opening gigs and you can argue `til you`re blue in the suede shoes and you won`t persuade me that Yes are anything but one of the best rock bands in the world. That`s as in Rock On, Get Yer Rocks Off, ROCK.
After the relaxed delights of the Newcastle nights, Glasgow was the business end, notebook out, mental computer switched to “analyse”, self-inflicted third degree of “Ve haf vays of making you tell us vy you are enjoying yourself.”
A later than last minute dash up the stairs of the Apollo and there was Alan White, punching into the startling broken time opening of `Sound Chaser`. Short drum volleys surrounded by silence and a rippling run on electric piano. Just right for grabbing idle minds out of their between the acts lethargy.
Instantly the typical Yes audience concentration descended and there was a kind of mutual limbering up. `Sound Chaser` is no classic in terms of tune, but it does demand some of those moments when teamwork has to be so perfect, it`s an aesthetic thrill in itself.
It was so when Steve Howe and Chris Squire hit the main riff in high speed cohesion as if the ryhthm was flowing in one bloodstream, and again, when Jon Anderson went into his vocal percussion “Chas-Chas” backed by Howe and Squire. Their certainty and attack caught that big “Yeah” from inside you which is a clichè of soul music but means it`s buzzing whether it`s Beethoven or boogaloo.

Such a sense of abrasion – that was the surprise. First number over and the audience exchanging “this – is – really – going – to – be – something” glances. They switched on the glitter ball above the stage and in a rain of flickering lights the electronic crickets of `Close To The Edge` started chirping.
It`s never been better, a piece of music that grows and grows. `Close To The Edge` is packed with some of the richest themes that Yes has ever written, and they are given full orchestral weight by Moraz sticking to the Wakeman script on organ and synthesisers, working in intricate sympathy with Howe`s guitars.
The sheer size of it is very satisfying, but you don`t just sit there feeling mellow and inwardly syphonic. The composition is a compound of excitement and beauty and in Glasgow, more so than the earlier gigs, there was that new wildness in the playing. Not just commitment, but abandoned.
Although I have never been able to penetrate their words, their playing is dramatic in a purely musical sense, with no literal meaning, so it takes your emotions on switchback rides into regions uncharted by vocabulary.
In Glasgow, one floodlit second early in `The Edge` caught what I`m trying to express. The first movement is an all guns blazing chaotic attack in which Howe fires his volleys at will across the bass and drum rhythms. It was controlled bedlam and exhilarating in a strange way.
Responding to funk the pleasure is getting into a groove and staying there just bopping away. With Yes, their rhythms reach you alright, and you tap your foot and shake your head but the time criss-crosses and changes so much you never get it quite right so that you`re permanently under an ecstatic kind of stress.
Anyway, you`d about jerked yourself to bits in the chaos section when for that exquisite second everything stops, Anderson sings one long “Aah” into silence, then with eye-bugging precision, the pandemonium music rips away again.


Contrast is the name of the game. Yes are aware that it can be equally effective to use every one of their fifty million watts – or none. The three years matured version of `Close To The Edge` is the high point of their music  to date, tasteful and tasty.
Have you ever had that feeling that you`ve covered two numbers out of a dozen and you`ve only got a hundred words of your allocation left? Hm. A summary of the evidence your worships:
Post orgasm on the edge `To Be Over` is sweet but anticlimatic. Pee time – and you probably need one as Yes value for money always means a set of more than two hours.
`The Gates Of Delirium` also seemed patchy until the simple, beautiful denouement with `Soon Oh Soon`, Anderson`s melancholy voice supported sensitively by Howe on pedal steel.
With which they switched to something entirely different. Yes go acoustic! Some story. A medley of old favourites, the lovely harmony vocals of `Don`t Surround Yourself` and `Long Distance Runaround` alternating with Howe solos (he did a bit of `Topographic` in Glasgow, but thought it wasn`t well enough known and said he`d revert to `Mood For A Day`), rounded off by `The Clap` as happy making as ever.
Also in there, the spotlight picked up Patrick Moraz at his other piano, the grand, and he performed an impressive piece of fast fingering which only took off when he veered towards a boogie for a few bars. Still, the Scots, like the Geordies, applauded him with real affection.
The whole segue is an excellent choice of programming, taking the tempo down while maintaining interest through the variety of sound ready for the big finish.
Which consists of `And You And I` (in fine shape with the intimate relationship between Howe and Moraz on the main themes again a feature), and `Ritual`, the fourth side of `Topographic Oceans`. What a way to go, as they say.

Of course, it`s mainly built on bass and drum leads and the result is naked excitement which can`t be reconciled with the group`s legendary stockbroker mansion lifestyle. You spill sweat with Alan White, then in comes Anderson, the gentle healer, arms flapping like a fledgeling bird, with the balmy beauty of “Nous Sommes Du Soleil”, and we`re all children in the sun.
They let the Glaswegians whip up the “encores!” into a fair old froth of frenzy, then gave them `Roundabout` (ah, `Roundabout`, shall I compare thee to `Brown Sugar` for thou fillest my brain with rock), and `Sweet Dreams`, which is a singalongayes of `Yesterdays`.
And we all lived happily every after. But may I mention two details which have escaped this highly audio and ever so non-visual account.
Chris Squire is wearing matching rings of ostrich feathers round his knees and ankles and therefore from the waist down, looks distractingly like a cross between a chicken and a shire horse.
As to the ocean monsters (Alan White`s has found a mate since the last tour), your enjoyment of them will depend on the prevailing wind. Waving their tentacles or ears in full view they looked extremely silly, but if the dry ice smoke wafts up and shrouds them they take on a light of their own in the primeval depths before we crawled out into the sun or Sauchiehall Street.


I have personally transcribed this from the original paper. Any errors in the text from the original magazine may not have been corrected for the sake of accuracy. If you have a music-related web-page where this fits – please make a link to the article. With credits to the original writer of the article from all of us music fans!

This number of Sounds also contains articles/interviews with these people: Frank Zappa, Gladys Knight, Women In Rock, Betty Wright, Steve Harley, Peter Frampton, Labelle, Peter Skellern, Ray Davies, Larry Uttal, Chris Spedding, Anne Murray, Sweet Sensation, Bernard Purdie, Mike Harding, Ronnie Lane.

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