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    <title>Classic Rock Crate Digger: The Rolling Stones&apos; U.K. Discography (1964-&apos;67)</title>
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    <published>2011-11-30T17:49:06Z</published>
    <updated>2011-12-03T23:12:52Z</updated>

    <summary> These days, rock fans around the world expect a certain level of discographic homogeneity from their stars. U2 might release different EPs, singles and even greatest-hits packages in various...</summary>
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        <name>Justin Farrar</name>
        
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These days, rock fans around the world expect a certain level of discographic homogeneity from their stars. <a href="http://www.rhapsody.com/goto?rcid=art.153&amp;lsrc=blg_crcd_stones">U2</a> might release different EPs, singles and even greatest-hits packages in various countries around the globe, but in when it comes to indentifying their primary releases (<a href="http://www.rhapsody.com/goto?rcid=alb.17318061&amp;lsrc=blg_crcd_stones"><i>The Joshua Tree</i></a>, <a href="http://www.rhapsody.com/goto?rcid=alb.21858786&amp;lsrc=blg_crcd_stones"><i>War</i></a>, <a href="http://www.rhapsody.com/goto?rcid=alb.232369&amp;lsrc=blg_crcd_stones"><i>All That You Can't Leave Behind</i></a>, et al.) just about everybody in the world is in agreement.

<br /><br />This wasn't always the case. Before the 1970s, it was quite common for the discographies of rock stars to differ from nation to nation, market to market. Hardcore record collectors specializing in Beatles and <a href="http://www.rhapsody.com/goto?rcid=art.978&amp;lsrc=blg_crcd_stones">Rolling Stones</a> memorabilia know this all too well. Many of the groups' most iconic albums underwent radical alterations when making the trip from the United Kingdom to the States. This was due to crass commercialism, quite honestly. London Records, The Stones' American label, wanted to saturate the American market with as much product as possible. Thus, they made a habit of removing songs from albums (released in England on the Decca label originally) and coupling them with single-only tracks in order to produce even more albums to hawk. (Interesting aside: back in the day the British record-buying public thought it bad form to include singles on albums, as well as to pull singles from albums. They were seen as independent media.) <br /><br />

Between 1964 and '69, The Stones released eight albums, two greatest-hits collections and a pair of EPs in the U.K. Here in the United States, the numbers were 10 albums, two greatest-hits collections, a live record and a full-length, 1967's <a href="http://www.rhapsody.com/goto?rcid=alb.321550&amp;lsrc=blg_crcd_stones"><i>Flowers</i></a>, that fell somewhere between album and compilation. As a result, old-school American fans have fond memories of titles the Brits didn't even know existed: <a href="http://www.rhapsody.com/goto?rcid=alb.171469&amp;lsrc=blg_crcd_stones"><i>England's Newest Hit Makers</i></a>, <a href="http://www.rhapsody.com/goto?rcid=alb.242626&amp;lsrc=blg_crcd_stones"><i>The Rolling Stones, Now!</i></a>, <a href="http://www.rhapsody.com/goto?rcid=alb.185161&amp;lsrc=blg_crcd_stones"><i>December's Children (And Everybody's)</i></a> and, of course, the aforementioned <i>Flowers</i>.<br /><br />

I'm of the belief the original British versions are the better records. First off, London Records forced us Yanks to purchase a lot of music <i>twice</i>. The American <i>Out of Our Heads</i> consists of 12 tracks, four of which were also released via the 45 format: "(I Can't Get No) Satisfaction," "The Under Assistant West Coast Promotion Man," "Play with Fire" and "The Last Time." That means we paid full album price for just eight new songs. Then there's the issue of artistic quality. This becomes quite evident when comparing the U.S. versions of <i>Aftermath</i> and <i>Between the Buttons</i> to their U.K. counterparts. The latter are so much more cohesive and fully realized that they're practically different records. <i>Between the Buttons</i> in particular is an interesting case; because London Records gutted the thing, American rock critics failed to embrace it quite like the British pop press did; different versions spawned different legacies. <br /><br />

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        <![CDATA[Because I'm a bigger fan of the U.K. catalog, I've compiled, in chronological order, the original British versions of the albums and EPs London Records mangled during the time in question. If you're a big rock nerd like me, then you'll surely enjoy exploring a fresh perspective on such a classic discography. <br /><br />

Be sure to also check out my <a href="http://play.rhapsody.com/playlistcentral/playlistdetail?playlistId=ply.51994019&amp;lsrc=blg_crcd_stones"><img alt="" src="http://static.rhap.com/img/rn/img/3/9/9/9/52249993.gif" border="0" height="14" width="18" /></a><b><a href="http://www.rhapsody.com/playlist/Pp.51994019?lsrc=blg_crcd_stones">Rolling Stones' U.K. Discography (1964-'67)</a></b> playlist.<br /><br /><br />


<a href="http://www.rhapsody.com/goto?rcid=alb.42740652&amp;lsrc=blg_crcd_stones"><img alt="" src="http://static.rhap.com/img/170x170/8/9/7/4/2224798_170x170.jpg" class="mt-image-left" style="float: left; margin: 0pt 20px 20px 0pt;" height="170" width="170" /></a> <b><i><a href="http://play.rhapsody.com/goto?rcid=alb.42740652&amp;lsrc=blg_crcd_stones">The Rolling Stones</a></i> EP</b><br />
Coming on the heels of their searing Beatles cover, "I Wanna Be Your 
Man," this debut EP never saw stateside release, but songs from it 
became available with <i>More Hot Rocks (Big Hits &amp; Fazed Cookies)</i>
 in 1974. Featuring a rawness that's extreme even for these masters of 
surface noise, the four songs here seem to have had a direct, indelible 
effect on <a href="http://www.rhapsody.com/goto?rcid=art.1299&amp;lsrc=blg_crcd_stones">The Flamin' Groovies</a>, for starters. "Bye Bye Johnny" is just the second time (of many, many times) they nail <a href="http://www.rhapsody.com/goto?rcid=art.3143&amp;lsrc=blg_crcd_stones">Chuck Berry</a> like no one else, and "Poison Ivy" sounds good no matter who's playing it. [Mike McGuirk]<br /><br />
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<a href="http://www.rhapsody.com/goto?rcid=alb.42740700&amp;lsrc=blg_crcd_stones"><img alt="" src="http://static.rhap.com/img/170x170/1/0/8/4/2224801_170x170.jpg" class="mt-image-left" style="float: left; margin: 0pt 20px 20px 0pt;" height="170" width="170" /></a> <b><i><a href="http://play.rhapsody.com/goto?rcid=alb.42740700&amp;lsrc=blg_crcd_stones">The Rolling Stones</a><br /></i></b>The superior U.K. version of The Stones' first record, this 1964 
statement of purpose differs from the U.S. version most obviously in the
 title (it isn't the goofy <i>England's Newest Hit Makers</i>). It also 
opens with what was perhaps their best song at the time, "Route 66," and
 "Not Fade Away" is switched out with "Mona (I Need You Baby)," their <i>other</i>
 best song from the early days, except for maybe "King Bee," "Carol" or …
 a thousand others. The greatest rock 'n' roll band somehow comes off 
even cooler with this original version. As far as first albums go, this 
punches <i>Please Please Me</i> in the face. [M.M.]<br />
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<a href="http://www.rhapsody.com/goto?rcid=alb.42740665&amp;lsrc=blg_crcd_stones"><img alt="" src="http://static.rhap.com/img/170x170/9/9/7/4/2224799_170x170.jpg" class="mt-image-left" style="float: left; margin: 0pt 20px 20px 0pt;" height="170" width="170" /></a> <b><i><a href="http://play.rhapsody.com/goto?rcid=alb.42740665&amp;lsrc=blg_crcd_stones">Five By Five</a></i> EP</b><br />
Featuring two somewhat forgettable Jagger/Richards compositions and three covers, <i>Five by Five</i> was churned out right after the band's eponymous debut took over the parts of England not already claimed by The Beatles. This may be the very first instance where The Stones cash in on their universal appeal with a less-than-stellar product. Recorded at Chess Studios in Chicago, the EP is nowhere near the explosion of raw power their first EP was. Still, "Around and Around" rules. [M.M.]<br /><br /><br />
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<a href="http://www.rhapsody.com/goto?rcid=alb.43912553&amp;lsrc=blg_crcd_stones"><img alt="" src="http://static.rhap.com/img/170x170/9/9/5/6/2426599_170x170.jpg" class="mt-image-left" style="float: left; margin: 0pt 20px 20px 0pt;" height="170" width="170" /></a> <b><i><a href="http://play.rhapsody.com/goto?rcid=alb.43912553&amp;lsrc=blg_crcd_stones">The Rolling Stones No. 2</a></i></b><br />
This import version of The Stones' second U.K. album was called <i>The Rolling Stones, Now!</i> in the U.S. (and was their third release in the States). Track-wise, the two albums don't entirely match up, as some songs from this were released in the U.S. on <i>12 X 5</i>, which was their second Stateside album. Still with us? Who cares, Brian Jones' guitar playing is absolutely filthy on "Down Home Girl," "I Can't Be Satisfied" and, especially, "What a Shame." Don't miss the solo in "Off the Hook," either. The Stones were about as badass as a band could be around this time. [M.M.]<br /><br />
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<a href="http://www.rhapsody.com/goto?rcid=alb.38355943&amp;lsrc=blg_crcd_stones"><img alt="" src="http://static.rhap.com/img/170x170/5/7/7/3/2003775_170x170.jpg" class="mt-image-left" style="float: left; margin: 0pt 20px 20px 0pt;" height="170" width="170" /></a> <b><i><a href="http://play.rhapsody.com/goto?rcid=alb.38355943&amp;lsrc=blg_crcd_stones">Out of Our Heads</a></i></b><br />
<i>Out of Our Heads</i> is one of the rare exceptions in The Stones' discography: the American version just might beat out the British one. This, of course, is debatable. The former contains three classics — "(I Can't Get No) Satisfaction," "The Last Time" and "Play With Fire" — absent from the latter. But the reason the band left these off the original full-length is because Brits thought it a rip-off to include tracks that were previously released as singles. In this sense, the U.K. incarnation of <i>Out of Our Heads</i> is a proper album as opposed to a mishmash of hits, B-sides and filler. [J.F.]<br /><br />
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<a href="http://www.rhapsody.com/goto?rcid=alb.38356379&amp;lsrc=blg_crcd_stones"><img alt="" src="http://static.rhap.com/img/170x170/3/9/7/3/2003793_170x170.jpg" class="mt-image-left" style="float: left; margin: 0pt 20px 20px 0pt;" height="170" width="170" /></a> <b><i><a href="http://play.rhapsody.com/goto?rcid=alb.38356379&amp;lsrc=blg_crcd_stones">Aftermath</a></i></b><br />
The American version of <i>Aftermath</i> is a fantastic record, but its U.K. counterpart is superior. Exchanging "Paint It, Black" for three additional originals — "Mother's Little Helper," "Take It or Leave It" and the Motown-flavored "Out of Time" — it stands as a more impressive document of The Stones' growth as both songwriters and in-studio sonic explorers in 1966. Both "Lady Jane" and "I Am Waiting" benefit from Brian Jones' growing interest in exotic stringed instrumentation. Meanwhile, the 11-minute "Going Home" is one of the first extended blues-rock improvisations to be committed to tape. [J.F.]<br /><br />
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<a href="http://www.rhapsody.com/goto?rcid=alb.42678076&amp;lsrc=blg_crcd_stones"><img alt="" src="http://static.rhap.com/img/170x170/5/4/3/2/2222345_170x170.jpg" class="mt-image-left" style="float: left; margin: 0pt 20px 20px 0pt;" height="170" width="170" /></a> <b><i><a href="http://play.rhapsody.com/goto?rcid=alb.42678076&amp;lsrc=blg_crcd_stones">Big Hits (High Tide and Green Grass)</a></i></b><br />
A seven-month lag occurred between the release dates of the U.K. and U.S. versions of <i>Big Hits (High Tide and Green Grass)</i>, The Stones' first greatest-hits package. Because pop music was evolving at such an accelerated clip in '66, the delay forced Decca Records to alter the British track listing so the collection remained current. Rather than "(I Can't Get No) Satisfaction," then over a year old, this version opens with the psych-punk, wall-of-sound jammer "Have You Seen Your Mother, Baby, Standing in the Shadow?" At the time, it was the most daring and audacious single the band had yet to release. [J.F.]<br /><br />
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<a href="http://www.rhapsody.com/goto?rcid=alb.38356052&amp;lsrc=blg_crcd_stones"><img alt="" src="http://static.rhap.com/img/170x170/0/8/7/3/2003780_170x170.jpg" class="mt-image-left" style="float: left; margin: 0pt 20px 20px 0pt;" height="170" width="170" /></a> <b><i><a href="http://play.rhapsody.com/goto?rcid=alb.38356052&amp;lsrc=blg_crcd_stones">Between the Buttons</a></i></b><br />
The Stones themselves (particularly Mick Jagger) were dismissive of <i>Between the Buttons</i> upon its release in '67. Indeed, the production is muddy, blurry and out of focus (proto-lo-fi?), plus the harmonies often sound like the feral screeches of alley cats in heat. However, these imperfections only add to the album's grimy, demented charm. Clearly influenced by <a href="http://www.rhapsody.com/goto?rcid=art.38141&amp;lsrc=blg_crcd_stones">The Kinks</a>' <i>Face to Face</i> and <a href="http://www.rhapsody.com/goto?rcid=art.831&amp;lsrc=blg_crcd_stones">Dylan</a>'s <a href="http://play.rhapsody.com/goto?rcid=alb.299438&amp;lsrc=blg_crcd_stones"><i>Blonde on Blonde</i></a>, the band attempted to craft a fusion of baroque pop and folk rock, but because they're sonic Neanderthals when all is said and done, they wound up inventing psychedelic punk rock. [J.F.]<br /><br />
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<a href="http://www.rhapsody.com/goto?rcid=alb.42740679&amp;lsrc=blg_crcd_stones"><img alt="" src="http://static.rhap.com/img/170x170/0/0/8/4/2224800_170x170.jpg" class="mt-image-left" style="float: left; margin: 0pt 20px 20px 0pt;" height="170" width="170" /></a> <b><i><a href="http://play.rhapsody.com/goto?rcid=alb.42740679&amp;lsrc=blg_crcd_stones">Through the Past, Darkly (Big Hits Vol. 2)</a></i></b><br />
For all intents and purposes, <i>Through the Past, Darkly (Big Hits Vol. 2)</i>, The Stones' second greatest-hits collection of the '60s, is the last title in the band's discography to have significantly different track listings for its U.K. and U.S. incarnations. The most notable discrepancy is "We Love You," a wonderfully weird psych-pop single from 1967 featuring uncredited backing vocals from <a href="http://www.rhapsody.com/goto?rcid=art.710&amp;lsrc=blg_crcd_stones">John Lennon</a> and <a href="http://www.rhapsody.com/goto?rcid=art.956&amp;lsrc=blg_crcd_stones">Paul McCartney</a>. Americans would have to wait another three years, for the release of <i>More Hot Rocks (Big Hits &amp; Fazed Cookies)</i>, before they could listen to the track in full-length format. [J.F.]<br /><br />
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    <title>The 30 Best Christmas Albums Ever! Of All Time!</title>
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    <summary> The thing about Christmas music is you either love it or hate it. There isn&apos;t usually much middle ground. For those of us who love it, the warble of...</summary>
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        <name>Mike McGuirk</name>
        
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The thing about Christmas music is you either love it or hate it. There isn't usually much middle ground. For those of us who love it, the warble of Alvin &amp; The Chipmunks' "Christmas (Don't Be Late)" and Bobby Helms' rockabilly-ing "Jingle Bell Rock" are welcome at least the first 10,000 times we'll hear them—in the car, in the supermarket, in our sleep—between now and December 25th. For those poor souls who have to spend the next month or so trying (unsuccessfully) to get that seizure-inducing "Carol of the Bells" song out of their heads, we're sorry. You have absolutely no use for the list below. But, if you're like me and you listen to Darlene Love's "White Christmas" and, especially, her "Marshmallow World" in June, well, have fun, and don't miss Ella Fitzgerald's bangin' "Jingle Bells," the made-for-Jimmy-Buffett wonder "Mele Kalikimaka" by Bing Crosby, the backup singers in Elvis' "Blue Christmas" or any of Vince Guaraldi's <em>A Charlie Brown Christmas</em>.<br><br>

One thing: This list was supposed to be 25 albums, but it's actually 30. That's because I'm a weirdo and couldn't decide on just 25. I love Christmas music.<br><br>

One other thing: Somebody needs to put out the soundtrack to <em>Emmet Otter's Jug-Band Christmas</em>. But for now, <a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=mTvkRgbwPfI" target="_blank">this'll have to do</a>.<br><br><br>


<a href="http://www.rhapsody.com/goto?rcid=alb.166538&lsrc=blg_xmas_albums"><img alt="" src="http://static.rhap.com/img/170x170/1/1/2/4/414211_170x170.jpg" class="mt-image-left" style="float: left; margin: 0pt 20px 20px 0pt;" height="170" width="170" /></a> <b>1. Various Artists</b><br />
<b><i><a href="http://play.rhapsody.com/goto?rcid=alb.166538&lsrc=blg_xmas_albums">A Christmas Gift for You From Phil Spector</a></i></b><br />
Weird enough to actually like Christmas music? Well, Darlene Love's "White Christmas" and "Christmas (Baby Please Come Home)" are the two best Christmas songs ever. The Crystals' "Santa Claus Is Coming to Town" is third, and The Ronettes are always wonderful. Anyone who disagrees is getting coal in their stocking. [Mike McGuirk]<br /><br />
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        <![CDATA[<a href="http://www.rhapsody.com/goto?rcid=alb.11956488&lsrc=blg_xmas_albums"><img alt="" src="http://static.rhap.com/img/170x170/7/9/0/7/917097_170x170.jpg" class="mt-image-left" style="float: left; margin: 0pt 20px 20px 0pt;" height="170" width="170" /></a> <b>2. <a href="http://www.rhapsody.com/goto?rcid=art.6123&lsrc=blg_xmas_albums">Vince Guaraldi Trio</a></b><br />
<b><i><a href="http://play.rhapsody.com/goto?rcid=alb.11956488&lsrc=blg_xmas_albums">A Charlie Brown Christmas</a></i></b><br />
Not only is this one of the greatest Christmas albums ever, it's one of the few holiday releases that you can enjoy throughout the year (and it doesn't even matter if you've seen the beloved Peanuts TV special or not!). Guaraldi's original tunes "Linus &amp; Lucy," "Skating" and the oddly melancholy "Christmas Time Is Here" have all become a part of our culture. This remastered version actually improves on perfection, with superior sound and alternate takes. [Nick Dedina]<br /><br />
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<a href="http://www.rhapsody.com/goto?rcid=alb.101491&lsrc=blg_xmas_albums"><img alt="" src="http://static.rhap.com/img/170x170/4/0/5/2/402504_170x170.jpg" class="mt-image-left" style="float: left; margin: 0pt 20px 20px 0pt;" height="170" width="170" /></a> <b>3. <a href="http://www.rhapsody.com/goto?rcid=art.16049&lsrc=blg_xmas_albums">Trans-Siberian Orchestra</a></b><br />
<b><i><a href="http://play.rhapsody.com/goto?rcid=alb.101491&lsrc=blg_xmas_albums">Christmas Eve and Other Stories</a></i></b><br />
The heavy metal Christmas band delivered this record in 1996, and people are still trying to figure out whom the joke's on. The fact is, TSO take their Christmas music very seriously, and while it doesn't always have the timeless quality of Bing Crosby singing "White Christmas," there are parts here ("A Star to Follow," for one) that are totally awesomely Christmas-y. [M.M.]<br /><br />
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<a href="http://www.rhapsody.com/goto?rcid=alb.41962194&lsrc=blg_xmas_albums"><img alt="" src="http://static.rhap.com/img/170x170/7/7/1/5/2185177_170x170.jpg" class="mt-image-left" style="float: left; margin: 0pt 20px 20px 0pt;" height="170" width="170" /></a> <b>4. <a href="http://www.rhapsody.com/goto?rcid=art.62120&lsrc=blg_xmas_albums">Bing Crosby</a></b><br />
<b><i><a href="http://play.rhapsody.com/goto?rcid=alb.41962194&lsrc=blg_xmas_albums">White Christmas</a></i></b><br />
Bing Crosby's reading of "White Christmas" is the definitive holiday song: soft-lit, painfully nostalgic and invincible before the forces of passing time. It's sobering to learn the song took on incredible meaning to G.I.s getting shot at all over the world when it was released in 1942. "I'll Be Home for Christmas" also takes on heavy meaning when you place it in historical perspective (that song came out the next year). Aside from this, Crosby's voice, and these arrangements, will revive practically everyone's childhood memories. "Mele Kalikimaka" is the other bona fide classic here. [M.M.]<br /><br />
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<a href="http://www.rhapsody.com/goto?rcid=alb.145363&lsrc=blg_xmas_albums"><img alt="" src="http://static.rhap.com/img/170x170/0/5/0/3/703050_170x170.jpg" class="mt-image-left" style="float: left; margin: 0pt 20px 20px 0pt;" height="170" width="170" /></a> <b>5. <a href="http://www.rhapsody.com/goto?rcid=art.2238&lsrc=blg_xmas_albums">Mariah Carey</a></b><br />
<b><i><a href="http://play.rhapsody.com/goto?rcid=alb.145363&lsrc=blg_xmas_albums">Merry Christmas</a></i></b><br />
Mariah Carey,<i> Merry Christmas</i><br />
Carey lends her impressive skills to a selection of Christmas classics with a couple of originals thrown in. "All I Want for Christmas Is You" is almost Phil Spector-level greatness, but the best part of the album might be the photo of her on the cover. That said, at least Carey was cool enough to do a Christmas record in 1994. [M.M.]<br /><br />
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<a href="http://www.rhapsody.com/goto?rcid=alb.1090918&lsrc=blg_xmas_albums"><img alt="" src="http://static.rhap.com/img/170x170/5/2/7/6/866725_170x170.jpg" class="mt-image-left" style="float: left; margin: 0pt 20px 20px 0pt;" height="170" width="170" /></a> <b>6. <a href="http://www.rhapsody.com/goto?rcid=art.42555&lsrc=blg_xmas_albums">John Denver</a> and <a href="http://www.rhapsody.com/goto?rcid=art.1117&lsrc=blg_xmas_albums">The Muppets</a></b><br />
<b><i><a href="http://play.rhapsody.com/goto?rcid=alb.10909185&lsrc=blg_xmas_albums">A Christmas Together</a></i></b><br />
This soundtrack to the priceless TV special brings together the Crown Prince of 1970s easy listening country/folk/pop with Jim Henson's Muppets. Denver's ever-polite "aw shucks" style is well suited to holiday fare, and it just doesn't get any better than Miss Piggy belting out "Christmas Is Coming," Rowlf crooning "Have Yourself a Merry Little Christmas" and Kermit leading the entire Muppet gang on "Deck the Halls." [N.D.]<br /><br />
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<a href="http://www.rhapsody.com/goto?rcid=alb.147469&lsrc=blg_xmas_albums"><img alt="" src="http://static.rhap.com/img/170x170/5/2/9/2/522925_170x170.jpg" class="mt-image-left" style="float: left; margin: 0pt 20px 20px 0pt;" height="170" width="170" /></a> <b>7. <a href="http://www.rhapsody.com/goto?rcid=art.61056&lsrc=blg_xmas_albums">Mannheim Steamroller</a></b><br />
<b><i><a href="http://play.rhapsody.com/goto?rcid=alb.147469&lsrc=blg_xmas_albums">Christmas</a></i></b><br />
This is the first Christmas album the 'Roller unleashed, and it became a surprise smash, turning the heartland onto synth rock in 1984. It still sound amazing—like Kraftwerk's army of Man/Machines marching over your memories of Christmas past. [N.D.]<br /><br /><br /><br />
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<a href="http://www.rhapsody.com/goto?rcid=alb.95204&lsrc=blg_xmas_albums"><img alt="" src="http://static.rhap.com/img/170x170/9/1/2/8/678219_170x170.jpg" class="mt-image-left" style="float: left; margin: 0pt 20px 20px 0pt;" height="170" width="170" /></a> <b>8. Various Artists</b><br />
<b><i><a href="http://play.rhapsody.com/goto?rcid=alb.95204&lsrc=blg_xmas_albums">A Very Special Christmas</a></i></b><br />
Debuting in 1987, the first <i>Very Special Christmas</i> holiday compilation on A&amp;M became an instant classic, dominating holiday radio with singles by The Boss, Sting, Whitney, Run D.M.C., and a host of other A-list stars. The cover illustration by Keith Haring and charitable cause—all sales benefited the Special Olympics—helped to further embody the holiday spirit. [Nate Cavalieri]<br /><br />
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<a href="http://www.rhapsody.com/goto?rcid=alb.30346593&lsrc=blg_xmas_albums"><img alt="" src="http://static.rhap.com/img/170x170/8/4/5/4/1814548_170x170.jpg" class="mt-image-left" style="float: left; margin: 0pt 20px 20px 0pt;" height="170" width="170" /></a> <b>9. Various Artists</b><br />
<b><i><a href="http://play.rhapsody.com/goto?rcid=alb.30346593&lsrc=blg_xmas_albums">The Ultimate Motown Christmas Collection</a></i></b><br />
Motown has released many essential holiday numbers, but this one is exceptional. You get the irrepressible joy of the young, eager-to-please Jackson 5, the group dynamics of the Temptations, the wintry genius of Stevie Wonder and the ever-eccentric Marvin Gaye crooning the truly weird "Purple Snowflakes." It gets even better when you add the label's lesser lights (but not lesser talents) and a number of old seasonal radio spots. There is even a Smokey number touting adoption on here! [N.D.]<br /><br />
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<a href="http://www.rhapsody.com/goto?rcid=alb.126609&lsrc=blg_xmas_albums"><img alt="" src="http://static.rhap.com/img/170x170/6/8/5/9/589586_170x170.jpg" class="mt-image-left" style="float: left; margin: 0pt 20px 20px 0pt;" height="170" width="170" /></a> <b>10. <a href="http://www.rhapsody.com/goto?rcid=art.3610&lsrc=blg_xmas_albums">Amy Grant</a></b><br />
<b><i><a href="http://play.rhapsody.com/goto?rcid=alb.126609&lsrc=blg_xmas_albums">A Christmas Album</a></i></b><br />
It's hard to decide which of Grant's three Christmas collections is best, but for the nostalgia factor alone, this one's a keeper. From the album cover to that unforgettable "yoo-hoo!" bellowed out during Grant's rendition of "Sleigh Ride," the album is practically bursting with holiday cheer. Grant's first seasonal disc also gave birth to future Christmas classics that include the hymn-like "Emmanuel" and timeless ballads like "Heirlooms" and "Tennessee Christmas." Christian music's crossover queen was born to sing Christmas music, and her fans are only too happy to keep tuning in. [Wendy Lee Nentwig]<br /><br />
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<a href="http://www.rhapsody.com/goto?rcid=alb.30309294&lsrc=blg_xmas_albums"><img alt="" src="http://static.rhap.com/img/170x170/5/0/8/1/1811805_170x170.jpg" class="mt-image-left" style="float: left; margin: 0pt 20px 20px 0pt;" height="170" width="170" /></a> <b>11. <a href="http://www.rhapsody.com/goto?rcid=art.67351&lsrc=blg_xmas_albums">Dean Martin</a></b><br />
<b><i><a href="http://play.rhapsody.com/goto?rcid=alb.30309294&lsrc=blg_xmas_albums">A Winter Romance</a></i></b><br />
There are dozens of Dino Christmas comps out there. Forget about 'em—his original concept album is the one you want. First off, look at that album cover: Dino is hugging one snow bunny while eyeing a Swedish number heading for the slopes. And the music is just as good, matching a romantic holiday narrative full of intrigue with seasonal favorites that even the kiddies can enjoy. [N.D.]<br /><br />
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<a href="http://www.rhapsody.com/goto?rcid=alb.182703&lsrc=blg_xmas_albums"><img alt="" src="http://static.rhap.com/img/170x170/3/2/9/8/418923_170x170.jpg" class="mt-image-left" style="float: left; margin: 0pt 20px 20px 0pt;" height="170" width="170" /></a> <b>12. <a href="http://www.rhapsody.com/goto?rcid=art.62126&lsrc=blg_xmas_albums">Burl Ives</a></b><br />
<b><i><a href="http://play.rhapsody.com/goto?rcid=alb.182703&lsrc=blg_xmas_albums">Rudolph the Red-Nosed Reindeer</a></i></b><br />
It just wouldn't be the holidays without watching a rerun of the best claymation Christmas special ever made. Burl Ives first appeared as narrator Sam the Snowman in 1964 to set the record straight: Rudolph the Red-Nosed Reindeer couldn't have guided Santa's sleigh that one foggy Christmas Eve without help from prospector Yukon Cornelius, aspiring dentist elf Hermie and Bumbles the bouncing abominable snowman. If you find yourself Scrooged this holiday season by the weight of commercialism and the nagging of family members, this is the perfect soundtrack to stoke the fire of your Christmas spirit. [Eric Shea]<br /><br />
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<a href="http://www.rhapsody.com/goto?rcid=alb.119921&lsrc=blg_xmas_albums"><img alt="" src="http://static.rhap.com/img/170x170/9/7/4/8/698479_170x170.jpg" class="mt-image-left" style="float: left; margin: 0pt 20px 20px 0pt;" height="170" width="170" /></a> <b>13. <a href="http://www.rhapsody.com/goto?rcid=art.42556&lsrc=blg_xmas_albums">Willie Nelson</a></b><br />
<b><i><a href="http://play.rhapsody.com/goto?rcid=alb.119921&lsrc=blg_xmas_albums">Pretty Paper</a></i></b><br />
Recorded in 1979, this is primo mid-period Willie, bouncing down the chimney with a platter of holiday standards interpreted as only he can. This LP contains not only the definitive version of its title track, but other standards of the season crafted with loving attention. The most impressive of Nelson's tricks, though, lies in his treatment of chipper standards like "Rudolph the Red-Nosed Reindeer" and "Santa Claus Is Coming to Town," which manage to remain listenable year after year. [N.C.]<br /><br />
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<a href="http://www.rhapsody.com/goto?rcid=alb.245797&lsrc=blg_xmas_albums"><img alt="" src="http://static.rhap.com/img/170x170/5/0/1/0/390105_170x170.jpg" class="mt-image-left" style="float: left; margin: 0pt 20px 20px 0pt;" height="170" width="170" /></a> <b>14. <a href="http://www.rhapsody.com/goto?rcid=art.38470&lsrc=blg_xmas_albums">James Brown</a></b><br />
<b><i><a href="http://play.rhapsody.com/goto?rcid=alb.245797&lsrc=blg_xmas_albums">Funky Christmas</a></i></b><br />
Three of James Brown's sizzling, groovy, positively political, heartfelt and (sometimes) bizarrely joyous Christmas albums get compiled on this feel-good disc. The remembered hits are "Santa Claus Go Straight to the Ghetto" and the unbelievably funky (O.K., with Brown you can believe how funky it is) "Christmas Is Love," while the lovely soul ballad "Santa Claus Is Definitely Here to Stay" deserves to be heard every holiday season by members of any and all faiths. [N.D.]<br /><br />
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<a href="http://www.rhapsody.com/goto?rcid=alb.114307&lsrc=blg_xmas_albums"><img alt="" src="http://static.rhap.com/img/170x170/7/0/1/0/630107_170x170.jpg" class="mt-image-left" style="float: left; margin: 0pt 20px 20px 0pt;" height="170" width="170" /></a> <b>15. <a href="http://www.rhapsody.com/goto?rcid=art.1433&lsrc=blg_xmas_albums">The Carpenters</a></b><br />
<b><i><a href="http://play.rhapsody.com/goto?rcid=alb.114307&lsrc=blg_xmas_albums">Christmas Collection</a></i></b><br />
The Carpenters lend their soft-focus, slightly whacked touch to two discs worth of Christmas music. With intricate arrangements that blink and shine like a fully loaded tree, by the time you get to the totally narcotic take on "Sleigh Ride," you will be wondering why anyone else ever bothered playing Christmas music. [M.M.]<br /><br />
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<a href="http://www.rhapsody.com/goto?rcid=alb.6526196&lsrc=blg_xmas_albums"><img alt="" src="http://static.rhap.com/img/170x170/0/2/5/6/656520_170x170.jpg" class="mt-image-left" style="float: left; margin: 0pt 20px 20px 0pt;" height="170" width="170" /></a> <b>16. <a href="http://www.rhapsody.com/goto?rcid=art.44122&lsrc=blg_xmas_albums">The Beach Boys</a></b><br />
<b><i><a href="http://play.rhapsody.com/goto?rcid=alb.6526196&lsrc=blg_xmas_albums">Christmas With the Beach Boys</a></i></b><br />
Like the Carpenters' Christmas stuff, The Beach Boys sound as if they're doing heroin on a few of these ("White Christmas," "Blue Christmas," "Smacked Up Christmas," etc.), and "We Three Kings" may be one of the most annoying holiday songs ever recorded. But there's no beating "Little Saint Nick" and "The Man With All the Toys." Weirdos make the best Christmas music. [M.M.]<br /><br />
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<a href="http://www.rhapsody.com/goto?rcid=alb.126041&lsrc=blg_xmas_albums"><img alt="" src="http://static.rhap.com/img/170x170/4/1/1/9/659114_170x170.jpg" class="mt-image-left" style="float: left; margin: 0pt 20px 20px 0pt;" height="170" width="170" /></a> <b>17. <a href="http://www.rhapsody.com/goto?rcid=art.6194&lsrc=blg_xmas_albums">Jimmy Smith</a></b><br />
<b><i><a href="http://play.rhapsody.com/goto?rcid=alb.126041&lsrc=blg_xmas_albums">Christmas Cookin'</a></i></b><br />
An undisputed legend on the Hammond B-3 organ, Jimmy Smith blessed listeners with his fluid and funky playing for over 50 years. Originally released back in '64, <i>Christmas Cookin'</i> showcases the jazzman's take on holiday standards like "White Christmas" and "Silent Night," and is overflowing with mellow tones as warm and inviting as a crackling fireplace. [Brolin Winning]<br /><br />
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<a href="http://www.rhapsody.com/goto?rcid=alb.174689&lsrc=blg_xmas_albums"><img alt="" src="http://static.rhap.com/img/170x170/4/6/0/0/630064_170x170.jpg" class="mt-image-left" style="float: left; margin: 0pt 20px 20px 0pt;" height="170" width="170" /></a> <b>18. <a href="http://www.rhapsody.com/goto?rcid=art.3690&lsrc=blg_xmas_albums">Dr. Seuss</a></b><br />
<b><i><a href="http://play.rhapsody.com/goto?rcid=alb.174689&lsrc=blg_xmas_albums">How the Grinch Stole Christmas</a></i></b><br />
Forget the lame modern version with Jim Carrey—nothing can beat the original Dr. Seuss cartoon. Not only does this holiday classic include Boris Karloff narrating Dr. Seuss' entire twisted holiday tale, it also spotlights three songs, including "You're a Mean One Mr. Grinch," the coolest Christmas classic never sung by Bing Crosby. [N.D.]<br /><br />
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<a href="http://www.rhapsody.com/goto?rcid=alb.295907&lsrc=blg_xmas_albums"><img alt="" src="http://static.rhap.com/img/170x170/8/0/5/5/705508_170x170.jpg" class="mt-image-left" style="float: left; margin: 0pt 20px 20px 0pt;" height="170" width="170" /></a> <b>19. <a href="http://www.rhapsody.com/goto?rcid=art.67317&lsrc=blg_xmas_albums">Johnny Cash</a></b><br />
<b><i><a href="http://play.rhapsody.com/goto?rcid=alb.295907&lsrc=blg_xmas_albums">Christmas With Johnny Cash</a></i></b><br />
This album boasts what is perhaps the only photograph of the Man in Black dressed in white. The music here is gritty, but Cash sings these carols in a gentle, loving voice. Also featured is "Christmas as We Knew It," a previously unreleased bonus narrative in the spirit of "The Night Before Christmas." Sort of. [E.S]<br>
<i>Note from former Rhapsody writer/turncoat Nick Dedina:  What Eric is politely trying to say is that you need to hear Johnny's "Christmas As We Knew It." It's a story of hardscrabble Christmas past, and it rules.</i><br /><br />
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<a href="http://www.rhapsody.com/goto?rcid=alb.215794&lsrc=blg_xmas_albums"><img alt="" src="http://static.rhap.com/img/170x170/2/5/2/8/388252_170x170.jpg" class="mt-image-left" style="float: left; margin: 0pt 20px 20px 0pt;" height="170" width="170" /></a> <b>20. <a href="http://www.rhapsody.com/goto?rcid=art.5199&lsrc=blg_xmas_albums">Ella Fitzgerald</a></b><br />
<b><i><a href="http://play.rhapsody.com/goto?rcid=alb.215794&lsrc=blg_xmas_albums">Wishes You a Swinging Christmas</a></i></b><br />
This one lives up to its title, with the purest set of pipes in holiday history covering Christmas classics backed by Frank DeVol's hot big-band charts. It's all pure gold, but the highlights include the wisely chosen "Good Morning Blues," which contains so much saucy swagger that Ella turns a frown upside down, and "The Secret of Christmas," a drop-dead gorgeous ballad. [N.D.]<br /><br />
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<a href="http://www.rhapsody.com/goto?rcid=alb.31169596&lsrc=blg_xmas_albums"><img alt="" src="http://static.rhap.com/img/170x170/9/0/5/1/1871509_170x170.jpg" class="mt-image-left" style="float: left; margin: 0pt 20px 20px 0pt;" height="170" width="170" /></a> <b>21. <a href="http://www.rhapsody.com/goto?rcid=art.50816&lsrc=blg_xmas_albums">Andrew Peterson</a></b><br />
<b><i><a href="http://play.rhapsody.com/goto?rcid=alb.31169596&lsrc=blg_xmas_albums">Behold the Lamb of God: The True Tall Tale of the Coming of Christ</a></i></b><br />
Instead of redoing a bunch of festive classics and wrapping them up with a bow, Andrew Peterson took on the ambitious task of telling the biblical story of Christ's birth from its true beginning in the Old Testament. Fortunately, he wasn't alone in this mad mission. Artists like Fernando Ortega, Derek Webb and Jill Phillips joined him on inspired tracks like "Passover Us" and "Labor of Love." Strings, hammered dulcimer and an organic approach sets this further apart from the usual Christmas glitter and sparkle. Don't miss "Matthew's Begats" for a rhyming rendition of the genealogy of Jesus. [W.L.N.]<br /><br />
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<a href="http://www.rhapsody.com/goto?rcid=alb.120453&lsrc=blg_xmas_albums"><img alt="" src="http://static.rhap.com/img/170x170/9/7/3/3/413379_170x170.jpg" class="mt-image-left" style="float: left; margin: 0pt 20px 20px 0pt;" height="170" width="170" /></a> <b>22. <a href="http://www.rhapsody.com/goto?rcid=art.154&lsrc=blg_xmas_albums">Elvis Presley</a></b><br />
<b><i><a href="http://play.rhapsody.com/goto?rcid=alb.120453&lsrc=blg_xmas_albums">Elvis' Christmas Album</a></i></b><br />
"Santa Claus Is Back in Town" rocks, and "Blue Christmas" has the best backup singers EVER, not to mention the way Elvis masterfully adds syllabic sobs to almost every word in the song. The rest of the album follows lines similar to the King's unparalleled gospel material. One of those albums where you can hear how much Presley really loved to sing. [M.M.]<br /><br />
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<a href="http://www.rhapsody.com/goto?rcid=alb.99832&lsrc=blg_xmas_albums"><img alt="" src="http://static.rhap.com/img/170x170/1/4/2/4/404241_170x170.jpg" class="mt-image-left" style="float: left; margin: 0pt 20px 20px 0pt;" height="170" width="170" /></a> <b>23. <a href="http://www.rhapsody.com/goto?rcid=art.2923&lsrc=blg_xmas_albums">Frank Sinatra</a></b><br />
<b><i><a href="http://play.rhapsody.com/goto?rcid=alb.99832&lsrc=blg_xmas_albums">A Jolly Christmas From Frank Sinatra</a></i></b><br />
This holiday classic should actually be titled <i>Frank's Alternately Somber and Jolly Christmas,&nbsp;</i>as neither Sinatra nor arranger Gordon Jenkins could hide their maudlin sides when they worked together. The first half contains beautiful readings of modern holiday classics, while the second half features traditional Christmas numbers. [N.D.]<br /><br />
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<a href="http://www.rhapsody.com/goto?rcid=alb.39819833&lsrc=blg_xmas_albums"><img alt="" src="http://static.rhap.com/img/170x170/1/7/5/7/2077571_170x170.jpg" class="mt-image-left" style="float: left; margin: 0pt 20px 20px 0pt;" height="170" width="170" /></a> <b>24. <a href="http://www.rhapsody.com/goto?rcid=art.3574&lsrc=blg_xmas_albums">Alvin & the Chipmunks</a></b><br />
<b><i><a href="http://play.rhapsody.com/goto?rcid=alb.39819833&lsrc=blg_xmas_albums">Christmas With the Chipmunks</a></i></b><br />
Forget the Chipmunks' recent hip-hop update. These are the Chipmunks in their early 1960s incarnation, singing Christmas classics in the warbling twitter that enchants little kids and is remarkably palatable (in controlled doses) for adults. Add in a little corny humor as their handler, the long-suffering David Seville, tries to keep the unruly threesome corralled, and you end up with holiday gold that's certainly twee but still charming. [Sarah Bardeen]<br /><br />
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<a href="http://www.rhapsody.com/goto?rcid=alb.208157&lsrc=blg_xmas_albums"><img alt="" src="http://static.rhap.com/img/170x170/2/8/9/4/714982_170x170.jpg" class="mt-image-left" style="float: left; margin: 0pt 20px 20px 0pt;" height="170" width="170" /></a> <b>25. <a href="http://www.rhapsody.com/goto?rcid=art.61240&lsrc=blg_xmas_albums">Johnny Mathis</a></b><br />
<b><i><a href="http://play.rhapsody.com/goto?rcid=alb.208157&lsrc=blg_xmas_albums">Merry Christmas</a></i></b><br />
This yuletide classic is probably played more at Christmastime than all other holiday albums combined. The heavenly voiced Mathis (shown hitting the slopes on the album cover) crooning the perfect mix of popular and sacred Christmas tunes can turn any home into a holiday haven. [N.D.]<br /><br />
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<a href="http://www.rhapsody.com/goto?rcid=alb.49855221&lsrc=blg_xmas_albums"><img alt="" src="http://static.rhap.com/img/170x170/9/9/1/5/2715199_170x170.jpg" class="mt-image-left" style="float: left; margin: 0pt 20px 20px 0pt;" height="170" width="170" /></a> <b>26. Various Artists</b><br />
<b><i><a href="http://play.rhapsody.com/goto?rcid=alb.49855221&lsrc=blg_xmas_albums">A Christmas Record</a></i></b><br />
From Was (Not Was)'s down-and-out Detroit-soup-kitchen free-funk to Davitt Sigerson's lovely Christmas card for his geography-dispersed family to The Waitresses' unforgettable-despite-those-cranberries "Christmas Wrapping," <i>A Christmas Record</i>, when first released on downtown NYC's great new wave dance label Ze in 1981, was harder to humbug than any rock-era holiday compilation not produced by Phil Spector. Of five songs added in subsequent pressings, only James Chance's jingle-blurting "Christmas With Satan" kills. But despite a bit of cabaret-campy filler, this remains a December party essential. [Chuck Eddy]<br /><br />
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<a href="http://www.rhapsody.com/goto?rcid=alb.12392150&lsrc=blg_xmas_albums"><img alt="" src="http://static.rhap.com/img/170x170/0/0/6/6/936600_170x170.jpg" class="mt-image-left" style="float: left; margin: 0pt 20px 20px 0pt;" height="170" width="170" /></a> <b>27. <a href="http://www.rhapsody.com/goto?rcid=art.1730&lsrc=blg_xmas_albums">King Diamond</a></b><br />
<b>"<a href="http://play.rhapsody.com/goto?rcid=tra.12393862&lsrc=blg_xmas_albums">No Presents for Christmas</a>"</b><br />
Originally released on December 25, 1985, as the first satanic metal Christmas carol of all time, "No Presents For Christmas" was the legendary vocalist's introductory entry as a solo artist after leaving Mercyful Fate. That's reason enough to make the single a timeless metal keepsake, but toss in the fact that it acted as a blueprint for black metal (as most of Diamond's music/shtick did), as well as being both bizarre as hell and hilarious, and you end up with a rather interesting little tidbit in Diamond's already-impressive oeuvre. [M.M.]<br /><br />
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<a href="http://www.rhapsody.com/goto?rcid=alb.320454&lsrc=blg_xmas_albums"><img alt="" src="http://static.rhap.com/img/170x170/4/5/1/0/550154_170x170.jpg" class="mt-image-left" style="float: left; margin: 0pt 20px 20px 0pt;" height="170" width="170" /></a> <b>28. <a href="http://www.rhapsody.com/goto?rcid=art.3941&lsrc=blg_xmas_albums">Boney M</a></b><br />
<b><i><a href="http://play.rhapsody.com/goto?rcid=alb.320454&lsrc=blg_xmas_albums">The Greatest Hits</a></i></b><br />
Not a Christmas album, this collection from '70s disco act Boney M gets on here for the great, Abba-riffic song "Mary's Boychild," which is probably the best Christmas carol to have tin drums ever. Probably. [M.M.]<br /><br /><br /><br />
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<a href="http://www.rhapsody.com/goto?rcid=alb.205999&lsrc=blg_xmas_albums"><img alt="" src="http://static.rhap.com/img/170x170/5/3/8/7/507835_170x170.jpg" class="mt-image-left" style="float: left; margin: 0pt 20px 20px 0pt;" height="170" width="170" /></a> <b>29. <a href="http://www.rhapsody.com/goto?rcid=art.61525&lsrc=blg_xmas_albums">Lynyrd Skynyrd</a></b><br />
<b><i><a href="http://play.rhapsody.com/goto?rcid=alb.205999&lsrc=blg_xmas_albums">Christmas Time Again</a></i></b><br />
For some of us, Christmas isn't Christmas until some form of domestic violence explodes in our faces, and what better band to provide the soundtrack to Dad's drunken rampage after Midnight Mass than those Jack Daniels-swilling bad boys from Florida. "Santa Claus Wants Some Lovin'" is truly one of the most disturbing songs ever recorded. [M.M.]<br /><br />
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<a href="http://www.rhapsody.com/goto?rcid=alb.30605730&lsrc=blg_xmas_albums"><img alt="" src="http://static.rhap.com/img/170x170/6/2/4/1/1831426_170x170.jpg" class="mt-image-left" style="float: left; margin: 0pt 20px 20px 0pt;" height="170" width="170" /></a> <b>30. <a href="http://www.rhapsody.com/goto?rcid=art.30604646&lsrc=blg_xmas_albums">Jingle Farts Orchestra</a></b><br />
<b><i><a href="http://play.rhapsody.com/goto?rcid=alb.30605730&lsrc=blg_xmas_albums">Jingle Farts</a></i></b><br />
The timeless Christmas classic performed not by <a href="http://www.rhapsody.com/artist/jingle-dogs">dogs</a>, not by <a href="http://www.rhapsody.com/artist/jingle-cats">cats</a>,&nbsp;but possibly by Bobby McFerrin. [M.M.]<br /><br />
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    <title>Ultimate Holiday Party Playlist</title>
    <link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://blog.rhapsody.com/2011/11/holiday-party.html" />
    <id>tag:blog.rhapsody.com,2011://1.4381</id>

    <published>2011-11-23T14:00:00Z</published>
    <updated>2011-11-23T18:29:10Z</updated>

    <summary> You provide the eggnog and mistletoe (or dreidel and menorah); we&apos;ll provide the tunes. That&apos;s how holidaze work around here. Of course we&apos;ve got all the eternal carols and...</summary>
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You provide the eggnog and mistletoe (or dreidel and menorah); we'll provide the tunes. That's how holidaze work around here. Of course we've got all the eternal carols and trusty standbys about winter wonderlands, sleigh rides, jingle bells, frosty snowmen, drummer boys, feliz navidads, Santa Claus coming to town and/or Mommy kissing him, God resting merry gentlemen, and chestnuts roasting on open fires — many of them harmonized by legendary girl groups or Motowners or recent rock/pop/R&amp;B stars. And we've got all your favorite ubiquitous seasonal standards of less antiquated vintage, too — from <a href="http://www.rhapsody.com/goto?rcid=art.710&amp;lsrc=blg_pl_hldyprty">John</a> &amp; <a href="http://www.rhapsody.com/goto?rcid=art.699&amp;lsrc=blg_pl_hldyprty">Yoko</a> and <a href="http://www.rhapsody.com/goto?rcid=art.44122&amp;lsrc=blg_pl_hldyprty">The Beach Boys</a> and <a href="http://www.rhapsody.com/goto?rcid=art.5086&amp;lsrc=blg_pl_hldyprty">The Waitresses</a> and <a href="http://www.rhapsody.com/goto?rcid=art.2238&amp;lsrc=blg_pl_hldyprty">Mariah Carey</a> and <a href="http://www.rhapsody.com/goto?rcid=art.5606&amp;lsrc=blg_pl_hldyprty">Run-D.M.C.</a> Heck, we even have <a href="http://www.rhapsody.com/goto?rcid=art.1505&amp;lsrc=blg_pl_hldyprty">Neil Diamond</a> deadpanning <a href="http://www.rhapsody.com/goto?rcid=art.3895&amp;lsrc=blg_pl_hldyprty">Adam Sandler</a>'s timeless <a href="http://play.rhapsody.com/goto?rcid=tra.2007125&amp;lsrc=blg_pl_hldyprty">Chanukah hymn</a>.<br /><br />
But we've also stuffed your playlist stocking full of yuletide cooltides you definitely don't hear every year: forgotten goodies from folks like <a href="http://www.rhapsody.com/goto?rcid=art.1650&amp;lsrc=blg_pl_hldyprty">Kurtis Blow</a>, <a href="http://www.rhapsody.com/goto?rcid=art.502&amp;lsrc=blg_pl_hldyprty">Spinal Tap</a>, <a href="http://www.rhapsody.com/goto?rcid=art.1665&amp;lsrc=blg_pl_hldyprty">Slade</a>, <a href="http://www.rhapsody.com/goto?rcid=art.17428&amp;lsrc=blg_pl_hldyprty">SHeDAISY</a>, <a href="http://www.rhapsody.com/goto?rcid=art.15409786&amp;lsrc=blg_pl_hldyprty">August Darnell</a> and <a href="http://www.rhapsody.com/goto?rcid=art.35890&amp;lsrc=blg_pl_hldyprty">Ying Yang Twins</a>; holiday hipster bait from <a href="http://www.rhapsody.com/goto?rcid=art.64286&amp;lsrc=blg_pl_hldyprty">The Raveonettes</a>, <a href="http://www.rhapsody.com/goto?rcid=art.6551&amp;lsrc=blg_pl_hldyprty">Vandals</a>, <a href="http://www.rhapsody.com/goto?rcid=art.43119&amp;lsrc=blg_pl_hldyprty">Smashing Pumpkins</a>, <a href="http://www.rhapsody.com/goto?rcid=art.32340300&amp;lsrc=blg_pl_hldyprty">James Chance</a> and <a href="http://www.rhapsody.com/goto?rcid=art.2107&amp;lsrc=blg_pl_hldyprty">Sarge</a> (covering <a href="http://www.rhapsody.com/goto?rcid=art.992&amp;lsrc=blg_pl_hldyprty">Wham!</a>); and vintage historical performances from <a href="http://www.rhapsody.com/goto?rcid=art.8950&amp;lsrc=blg_pl_hldyprty">Clarence Carter</a>, <a href="http://www.rhapsody.com/goto?rcid=art.27616&amp;lsrc=blg_pl_hldyprty">The Moonglows</a>, <a href="http://www.rhapsody.com/goto?rcid=art.1599&amp;lsrc=blg_pl_hldyprty">Solomon Burke</a>, <a href="http://www.rhapsody.com/goto?rcid=art.67351&amp;lsrc=blg_pl_hldyprty">Dean Martin</a>, <a href="http://www.rhapsody.com/goto?rcid=art.55039&amp;lsrc=blg_pl_hldyprty">Mel Torme</a> and two jovial and jumpable guys named Louis (<a href="http://www.rhapsody.com/goto?rcid=art.2451&amp;lsrc=blg_pl_hldyprty">Jordan</a> and <a href="http://www.rhapsody.com/goto?rcid=art.2452&amp;lsrc=blg_pl_hldyprty">Prima</a>.) Not to mention — last but far from least, given an economy that, once again, may not be conducive to heavy gift-giving — plenty of empathetic examples of income-inequity-and/or-dysfunctional-family-spurred seasonal affective disorder, both sociological (<a href="http://www.rhapsody.com/goto?rcid=art.907&amp;lsrc=blg_pl_hldyprty">Was [Not Was]</a>, <a href="http://www.rhapsody.com/goto?rcid=art.36930&amp;lsrc=blg_pl_hldyprty">David Banner</a>, <a href="http://www.rhapsody.com/goto?rcid=art.1363&amp;lsrc=blg_pl_hldyprty">The Fall</a>, <a href="http://www.rhapsody.com/goto?rcid=art.6043&amp;lsrc=blg_pl_hldyprty">Merle Haggard</a>, <a href="http://www.rhapsody.com/goto?rcid=art.68454&amp;lsrc=blg_pl_hldyprty">Ry Cooder</a>, <a href="http://www.rhapsody.com/goto?rcid=art.37729&amp;lsrc=blg_pl_hldyprty">Montgomery Gentry</a>) and psychological (<a href="http://www.rhapsody.com/goto?rcid=art.68618&amp;lsrc=blg_pl_hldyprty">Sparks</a>, <a href="http://www.rhapsody.com/goto?rcid=art.6803845&amp;lsrc=blg_pl_hldyprty">Alan Vega</a>, <a href="http://www.rhapsody.com/goto?rcid=art.9730890&amp;lsrc=blg_pl_hldyprty">Cristina</a>, a few bleak midwinter goth bands, <a href="http://www.rhapsody.com/goto?rcid=art.6956970&amp;lsrc=blg_pl_hldyprty">Aly &amp; AJ</a>). Which might seem kinda depressing, but those are all perfect party songs too, honest! <br /><br />
Scrooges and Grinches who could totally live without December deserve to celebrate too, right? Bah humbug? No, that's too strong. So deck those halls, trim those trees, raise up cups of Christmas cheer, surprise your secret Santa, gobble fruitcake and get down. Just don't spend so much time around the office-party wassail bowl that you wind up doing that sitting-on-the-Xerox-machine thing, OK? Ho ho ho. <br /><br />

Listen now: <a href="http://play.rhapsody.com/playlistcentral/playlistdetail?playlistId=ply.51843615&amp;lsrc=blg_pl_hldyprty"><img alt="" src="http://static.rhap.com/img/rn/img/3/9/9/9/52249993.gif" border="0" height="14" width="18" /></a><b><a href="http://www.rhapsody.com/playlist/Pp.51843615?lsrc=blg_pl_hldyprty">Ultimate Holiday Party Playlist</a></b><br /><br /><br />

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    <title>Classic Rock Crate Digger: Ten Rockers Who Totally Resemble Santa Claus</title>
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    <id>tag:blog.rhapsody.com,2011://1.4388</id>

    <published>2011-11-23T14:00:00Z</published>
    <updated>2011-11-23T19:05:54Z</updated>

    <summary> Happy holidaze, people! The Crate Digger here. To inject a little Christmas cheer into your lives, I compiled a list of 10 rockers who totally resemble Santa Claus, from...</summary>
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Happy holidaze, people! <a href="http://www.rhapsody.com/blog/classic-rock-crate-digger?lsrc=blg_pl_santas">The Crate Digger</a> here. To inject a little Christmas cheer into your lives, I compiled a list of 10 rockers who totally resemble Santa Claus, from Billy Gibbons and Rick Rubin to Edgar Winter and Mick Fleetwood. I also included several younger rocker dudes who are definitely little Kris Kringles in the making (if they decide to keep their beards in the coming decades).<br /><br />

One more thing: I sprinkled in a little history here and there regarding the evolution of the mythology of Santa. This stuff will make great dinner conversation with your stupid in-laws. <br /><br />

Be sure to also check out my playlist: <a href="http://play.rhapsody.com/playlistcentral/playlistdetail?playlistId=ply.51879811&amp;lsrc=blg_pl_santas"><img alt="" src="http://static.rhap.com/img/rn/img/3/9/9/9/52249993.gif" border="0" height="14" width="18" /></a><b><a href="http://www.rhapsody.com/playlist/Pp.51879811?lsrc=blg_pl_santas">Ten Rockers Who Totally Resemble Santa Claus</a></b><br /><br />  

<b>1. <a href="http://www.rhapsody.com/goto?rcid=art.7583794&amp;lsrc=blg_pl_santas">Billy Gibbons</a></b><br />
Other classic rockers might look more like Sinterklaas, but let's face it, none are cooler than the St. Nicholas of Tejas, Mr. Billy Gibbons. Instead of a sled and reindeer, the <a href="http://www.rhapsody.com/goto?rcid=art.615&amp;lsrc=blg_pl_santas">ZZ Top</a> legend uses the <a href="http://play.rhapsody.com/goto?rcid=alb.238158&amp;lsrc=blg_pl_santas"><i>Eliminator</i></a> car to deliver gifts around the world. Rather than elves, his helpers are scantily clad babes who use lots of hairspray. By the way, did you know that in certain regions of Mexico, children tie their letters to Santa to helium balloons, which they release into the sky in hopes they'll float to the North Pole ... or Billy's house? <br /><br />

<b>Stocking Stuffer:</b> ZZ Top, <a href="http://play.rhapsody.com/goto?rcid=alb.9334870&amp;lsrc=blg_pl_santas"><i>Tres Hombres</i></a><br /><br />
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        <![CDATA[<b>2. <a href="http://www.rhapsody.com/goto?rcid=art.39482&amp;lsrc=blg_pl_santas">Jerry Garcia</a></b><br />
Is Santa a hippie? He's most certainly a stoner: always jolly, giggles often, eats a lot. Another interesting fact: a large part of the Santa myth can be traced back to Nikolaos of Myra (aka Saint Nicholas). Like so many hippies throughout the annals of history, St. Nick grew up wealthy but felt deeply guilty about his privileged background. So, he decided to slum it with the poor folk of Asia Minor. He also did a lot of fasting, which is pretty damn New Age.<br /><br />

<b>Stocking Stuffer:</b> <a href="http://www.rhapsody.com/goto?rcid=art.61027&amp;lsrc=blg_pl_santas">The Grateful Dead</a>, <a href="http://play.rhapsody.com/goto?rcid=alb.26742397&amp;lsrc=blg_pl_santas"><i>Dick's Picks, Vol. 10: Winterland Arena 12/29/1977</i></a><br /><br />
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<b>3. <a href="http://www.rhapsody.com/goto?rcid=art.6124&amp;lsrc=blg_pl_santas">Edgar Winter</a></b><br />
Edgar has the perfect last name. As for that severely gaunt face and rail-thin frame, the bluesman is a throwback to the aforementioned Saint Nicholas, who had none of the bulbous heft of modern-day Santa Claus. Where did this bulbous heft originate? Well, it's primarily an American concoction, it seems. This shouldn't come as any surprise, seeing as how we're also the country that invented the KFC Famous Bowl. <br /><br />

<b>Stocking Stuffer:</b> Edgar Winter, <a href="http://play.rhapsody.com/goto?rcid=alb.107757&amp;lsrc=blg_pl_santas"><i>They Only Come Out at Night</i></a><br /><br />
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<b>4. <a href="http://www.rhapsody.com/goto?rcid=art.40196&amp;lsrc=blg_pl_santas">Leon Russell</a></b><br />
Russell gets my vote for the one true Father Christmas of rock 'n' roll. Hell, the guy had a white beard when he was, like, 13. Nowadays, the thing is as blinding white as the green room on the Mad Dogs &amp; Englishmen tour. <br /><br />

<b>Stocking Stuffer:</b> Leon Russell, <a href="http://play.rhapsody.com/goto?rcid=alb.255534&amp;lsrc=blg_pl_santas"><i>Carney</i></a><br /><br />
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<b>5. Brent Hinds</b><br />
Mastodon guitarist, singer and flaming beardo Brent Hinds looks most like Groundskeeper Willie — if the irascible Scot had decided to get his body covered in biker ink. But there's another way to approach this: Hinds is a child of heavy metal, and as we all know, the ruling god of heavy metal is none other than Odin, who is considered, in certain Pagan circles, a major influence on the development of the myth of Santa Claus. <br /><br />

<b>Stocking Stuffer:</b> <a href="http://www.rhapsody.com/goto?rcid=art.57228&amp;lsrc=blg_pl_santas">Mastodon</a>, <i>The Hunter</i><br /><br />
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<b>6. Jim Morrison</b><br />
The genius of Billy Bob Thornton in <i>Bad Santa</i> is in the way he didn't actually portray Santa, but Jim Morrison dressed as Santa. <br /><br />

<b>Stocking Stuffer:</b> <a href="http://www.rhapsody.com/goto?rcid=art.43266&amp;lsrc=blg_pl_santas">The Doors</a>, <a href="http://play.rhapsody.com/goto?rcid=alb.13933479&amp;lsrc=blg_pl_santas"><i>L.A. Woman</i></a><br /><br />
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<b>7. Rick Rubin</b><br />
Rubin is kind of like Buddha meets Father Christmas. The guy's chakras are so exquisitely tuned that nothing seems to ever phase him. Moreover, he produced one of the greatest holiday singles of all time: <a href="http://www.rhapsody.com/goto?rcid=art.5606&amp;lsrc=blg_pl_santas">Run-D.M.C</a>'s "Christmas in Hollis." <br /><br />

<b>Stocking Stuffer:</b> <a href="http://www.rhapsody.com/goto?rcid=art.28685&amp;lsrc=blg_pl_santas">Linkin Park</a>, <a href="http://play.rhapsody.com/goto?rcid=alb.40570268&amp;lsrc=blg_pl_santas"><i>A Thousand Suns</i></a><br /><br />
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<b>8. <a href="http://www.rhapsody.com/goto?rcid=art.11113661&amp;lsrc=blg_pl_santas">Buffalo Killers</a></b><br />
Remember that flick <i>The Boys from Brazil</i>? A leftover cadre of Nazi power elite, hiding in the Amazon forest in the decades following World War II, creates baby clones of Hitler in an attempt to bring about the second coming of the Führer. Swap Nazis for elves and Hitler for Santa, and you have Cincinnati's Buffalo Killers. All three resemble clones of a twenty-something Kris Kringle. <br /><br />

<b>Stocking Stuffer:</b> Buffalo Killers, <a href="http://play.rhapsody.com/goto?rcid=alb.47000005&amp;lsrc=blg_pl_santas"><i>3</i></a><br /><br />
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<b>9. <a href="http://www.rhapsody.com/goto?rcid=art.22644&amp;lsrc=blg_pl_santas">Mick Fleetwood</a></b><br />
Mick Fleetwood is the gentleman's Santa Claus: tall, distinguished and well groomed. But then again, Santa never romped with a witchy woman like <a href="http://www.rhapsody.com/goto?rcid=art.42413&amp;lsrc=blg_pl_santas">Stevie Nicks</a>. <br /><br />

<b>Stocking Stuffer:</b> <a href="http://www.rhapsody.com/goto?rcid=art.2999&amp;lsrc=blg_pl_santas">Fleetwood Mac</a>, <a href="http://play.rhapsody.com/goto?rcid=alb.32034953&amp;lsrc=blg_pl_santas"><i>Tusk</i></a><br /><br />
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<b>10. William Lee Golden</b><br />
Yes, The Oak Ridge Boys aren't rockers. But if you're like me and came of age in the 1980s, then William Lee Golden's gloriously flowing beard was permanently burned into your memory via those commercials hawking the group's greatest-hits package for "just $19.99" (available on vinyl, cassette or eight track). Those ads were weird. I never understood why Golden held his microphone so far from his mouth. Did he possess a more powerful and robust voice than his fellow Oak Ridge Boys? Was he afraid of his beard getting caught in the mic head? <br /><br />

<b>Stocking Stuffer:</b> <a href="http://www.rhapsody.com/goto?rcid=art.42759&amp;lsrc=blg_pl_santas">The Oak Ridge Boys</a>, <a href="http://play.rhapsody.com/goto?rcid=alb.210835&amp;lsrc=blg_pl_santas"><i>Christmas</i></a> (the only actual holiday album here!!!)<br /><br />

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    <title>On The Record: Tim Green Talks The Creation</title>
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    <published>2011-11-22T23:08:00Z</published>
    <updated>2011-11-22T23:09:43Z</updated>

    <summary> On the Record is a video series where rock stars gush about their favorite records -- in exactly 45 seconds. Click above to watch Producers Corner member Tim Green...</summary>
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<a href="http://www.rhapsody.com/blog/on-the-record/">On the Record</a> is a video series where rock stars gush about their favorite records -- in exactly 45 seconds. Click above to watch <a href="http://www.rhapsody.com/blog/producers-corner">Producers Corner</a> member <a href="http://www.rhapsody.com/blog/2011/11/producers-corner-tim-green?lsrc=blg_prdcrn_otrtimgreen">Tim Green</a> give it up for <a href="http://www.rhapsody.com/goto?rcid=art.7792&lsrc=blg_otrtimgreen">The Creation</a>.<br><br>
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    <title>R.E.M. and the Legacy of Southern Alternative Pop</title>
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    <published>2011-11-15T18:04:08Z</published>
    <updated>2011-11-15T19:07:02Z</updated>

    <summary> Though the South has long been mythologized as the birthplace of the blues, country music and jazz, in the 1980s the region spawned a cluster of quirky bands —...</summary>
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Though the South has long been mythologized as the birthplace of the blues, country music and jazz, in the 1980s the region spawned a cluster of quirky bands — often tagged "college rock" — that would lay the foundation for alternative pop and indie rock, both of which took shape by decade's end. The sound these groups crafted was simple, but deliciously effective: a scruffy DIY fusion of post-punk's nervous energy, power-pop hooks and chiming folk-rock from the 1960s.<br /><br />

It should come as no surprise that our story's protagonists are the iconic <a href="http://www.rhapsody.com/goto?rcid=art.4162&amp;lsrc=blg_pl_sopop">R.E.M.</a> They were, as <a href="http://www.rhapsody.com/goto?rcid=art.1217&amp;lsrc=blg_pl_sopop">The Posies</a>' Ken Stringfellow points out in <i>Blurt</i> magazine's recent tribute, "the band that brought me into contemporary music of the '80s. Perhaps that's their legacy: as the highest achieving band of both the '80s college rock years and the '90s alterna-years." The scene from which R.E.M. emerged, based in and around Athens, Ga., produced several other vital groups, including the New Wave-tinged <a href="http://www.rhapsody.com/goto?rcid=art.1600&amp;lsrc=blg_pl_sopop">B-52's</a> and the criminally underappreciated <a href="http://www.rhapsody.com/goto?rcid=art.69084&amp;lsrc=blg_pl_sopop">Pylon</a>. Another band with strong ties to Athens was <a href="http://www.rhapsody.com/goto?rcid=art.1126&amp;lsrc=blg_pl_sopop">Let's Active</a>, led by Mitch Easter, a musician who ultimately made his name as a producer. Having worked with R.E.M., Pylon, Game Theory (from California) and many others, he was pivotal in the development of college rock and, more specifically, jangle pop. It was Easter and fellow producer Don Dixon who were behind the boards when R.E.M. recorded their now-legendary 1983 full-length debut,&nbsp;<a href="http://www.rhapsody.com/goto?rcid=alb.24458328&amp;lsrc=blg_pl_sopop"><i>Murmur</i></a>. <br /><br />

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        <![CDATA[Let's Active actually hailed from central North Carolina, a region that spawned a slew of key outfits, among them The Sneakers, an earlier Easter project that also included <a href="http://www.rhapsody.com/goto?rcid=art.3216&amp;lsrc=blg_pl_sopop">Chris Stamey</a> and Will Rigby. These two, along with <a href="http://www.rhapsody.com/goto?rcid=art.69199&amp;lsrc=blg_pl_sopop">Peter Holsapple</a>, would go on to form the core of <a href="http://www.rhapsody.com/goto?rcid=art.412&amp;lsrc=blg_pl_sopop">The dB's</a>, a profoundly prescient group whose music is like the Rosetta Stone tying together power pop, New Wave, post-punk, college rock and indie pop. If you have never listened to the group's 1981 debut album, <a href="http://www.rhapsody.com/goto?rcid=alb.27386890&amp;lsrc=blg_pl_sopop"><i>Stands for Decibels</i></a>, do so right now. Utterly fantastic. These dudes were doing the whole irreverent slacker thing a good decade before it became de rigueur with <a href="http://www.rhapsody.com/goto?rcid=art.5201&amp;lsrc=blg_pl_sopop">Pavement</a>'s "<a href="http://play.rhapsody.com/goto?rcid=tra.6621301&amp;lsrc=blg_pl_sopop">Cut Your Hair</a>" video. <br /><br />

Outside the major players mentioned above, the playlist you're about to explore also spotlights several peripheral characters. Up in Maryland,&nbsp;<a href="http://www.rhapsody.com/goto?rcid=art.61367&amp;lsrc=blg_pl_sopop">Tommy Keene</a> turned heads with his Anglo-pop stylings and exerted a considerable influence on <a href="http://www.rhapsody.com/goto?rcid=art.5192&amp;lsrc=blg_pl_sopop">Guided By Voices</a>' <a href="http://www.rhapsody.com/goto?rcid=art.63141&amp;lsrc=blg_pl_sopop">Robert Pollard</a> (the two would eventually collaborate under <a href="http://www.rhapsody.com/goto?rcid=art.17442027&amp;lsrc=blg_pl_sopop">The Keene Brothers</a> and The Ascended Masters monikers). Meanwhile, back in Athens, a young <a href="http://www.rhapsody.com/goto?rcid=art.127&amp;lsrc=blg_pl_sopop">Matthew Sweet</a> hung around with R.E.M. while logging time in a few power pop bands that didn't achieve much recognition outside Georgia. There were also Atlanta's <a href="http://www.rhapsody.com/goto?rcid=art.3554&amp;lsrc=blg_pl_sopop">Drivin' 'N' Cryin'</a>,&nbsp;best known for their hard-rock stuff (see their&nbsp;<a href="http://www.rhapsody.com/goto?rcid=alb.162735&amp;lsrc=blg_pl_sopop"><i>Fly Me Courageous</i></a> album), but early in their career they focused on roots pop with a decidedly R.E.M. feel. <br /><br />

I've also included tracks from <a href="http://www.rhapsody.com/goto?rcid=art.4966&amp;lsrc=blg_pl_sopop">Big Star</a>, along with solo stuff from&nbsp;<a href="http://www.rhapsody.com/goto?rcid=art.4916&amp;lsrc=blg_pl_sopop">Alex Chilton</a> and <a href="http://www.rhapsody.com/goto?rcid=art.19006&amp;lsrc=blg_pl_sopop">Chris Bell</a>.&nbsp;Though children of the 1970s, their influence on all these Southern groups is truly incalculable. <br /><br />

Listen: <a href="http://play.rhapsody.com/playlistcentral/playlistdetail?playlistId=ply.51665765&amp;lsrc=blg_pl_sopop"><img alt="" src="http://static.rhap.com/img/rn/img/3/9/9/9/52249993.gif" border="0" height="14" width="18" /></a><b><a href="http://www.rhapsody.com/playlist/Pp.51665765?lsrc=blg_pl_sopop">The Legacy of Southern Alternative Pop</a></b><br /><br /><br />
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    <title>U2, The Joshua Tree</title>
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    <published>2011-11-14T12:00:00Z</published>
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    <summary>U2’s mighty Joshua Tree, the 1987 epic that vaulted them
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In 1987 <a href="http://www.rhapsody.com/goto?rcid=art.153&lsrc=blg_aotd11014">U2</a> joined the pantheon of World's Biggest Rock Bands with <I><a href="http://www.rhapsody.com/goto?rcid=alb.17318061&lsrc=blg_aotd11014">The Joshua Tree</a></I>, an album that deserved its monster sales and "instant classic" status. U2 kick things off with a 1-2-3 knockout punch of great singles, while deep album cuts like "<a href="http://play.rhapsody.com/goto?rcid=tra.17318923&lsrc=blg_aotd11014">Running to Stand Still</a>" are uniformly strong. This remastered anniversary edition features a disc's worth of bonus material. Such B-sides as "<a href="http://play.rhapsody.com/goto?rcid=tra.17318932&lsrc=blg_aotd11014">Spanish Eyes</a>," "<a href="http://play.rhapsody.com/goto?rcid=tra.17318931&lsrc=blg_aotd11014">Walk to the Water</a>" and (especially) "<a href="http://play.rhapsody.com/goto?rcid=tra.17318935&lsrc=blg_aotd11014">Sweetest Thing</a>" would be considered worthy album cuts by just about any other rock band. [Nick Dedina]
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    <title>Producers Corner: Tim Green</title>
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    <published>2011-11-11T20:50:43Z</published>
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    <summary> Welcome to Producers Corner, our new video series in which we grill our favorite producers about their mysterious craft while following them around their natural habitat: the studio, of...</summary>
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    <published>2011-11-09T21:20:08Z</published>
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    <summary> You Tweeted your questions. We put them in a box. ZZ Top’s Billy Gibbons answered them. Watch him talk about proper beard maintenance, his recurring role on Bones, and...</summary>
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    <title>Classic Rock Crate Digger: Why The Beach Boys&apos; Smile Sessions Is the Real Masterpiece</title>
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Hopefully, the release of the five-disc <a href="http://www.rhapsody.com/goto?rcid=alb.50912695&amp;lsrc=blg_crcd_smile"><i>Smile Sessions</i></a> box set lays to rest the "pop masterpiece that never was" mythology that has sprouted up over the last five decades, gradually wrapping itself around these profoundly misunderstood recordings like impenetrable kudzu. I say "misunderstood" because I've long held the belief that <i>Smile</i> is a far more radical statement as a mishmash of demos, snippets and fragments than it would've been had <a href="http://www.rhapsody.com/goto?rcid=art.3882&amp;lsrc=blg_crcd_smile">Brian Wilson</a>, <a href="http://www.rhapsody.com/goto?rcid=art.66&amp;lsrc=blg_crcd_smile">Van Dyke Parks</a> and the rest of <a href="http://www.rhapsody.com/goto?rcid=art.44122&amp;lsrc=blg_crcd_smile">The Beach Boys</a> completed the album in 1967.<br /><br />

What has always struck me about this music (I purchased the bootleg version many years ago) is how its logic and structure predict the evolution of electronica, ambient pop and myriad other forms of electronic-based modern music. This is most evident on Discs 1 and 3. Though Wilson and Parks are working with live musicians (The Beach Boys' sublime voices married to the Wrecking Crew's uncanny precision), that sound is configured into clusters, lattices, pixels and fractals. Not unlike basic sampling technology, these building blocks are then used and re-used to erect polymer-like formations. Indeed, a piece such as "Do You Like Worms (Roll Plymouth Rock)," found on Disc 1, contains an astonishing amount of repetition and layering of a decidedly vertical nature. It's a sonic collage, one with extremely well-etched geometry. When it came to studio experimentation, very few artists at the time were as prophetic as Wilson and Parks; electronic composer <a href="http://www.rhapsody.com/goto?rcid=art.2064&amp;lsrc=blg_crcd_smile">Karlheinz Stockhausen</a> and <a href="http://www.rhapsody.com/goto?rcid=art.5815&amp;lsrc=blg_crcd_smile">Miles Davis</a> producer <a href="http://www.rhapsody.com/goto?rcid=art.7908&amp;lsrc=blg_crcd_smile">Teo Macero</a> are the first that come to mind.
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But where did these novel structures come from? In terms of artistic creation, Wilson and Parks were operating on an elevated plain. They are geniuses, obviously. But I'm quite certain psychedelic experimentation — which both have opened up about in interviews over the years — aided in this process. The fundamental effect of lysergic acid diethylamide is to give human perception the ability to "see" past the structures comprising everyday reality and to envision new ways of rebuilding them. In the case of Wilson and Parks, this entailed utilizing the studio to take apart the traditional pop song and reconstruct it from the bottom up. Only problem is, they hit a wall: they were incapable of piecing together these wonderful fragments into a full album. 
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        <![CDATA[As the history of rock 'n' roll tells us, this failure can be attributed to Wilson's psychological instability and abuse of psychedelic chemicals. I don't argue with that. Like a decent number of psychonauts in the 1960s, he most certainly lacked a framework for responsible use. (For more on these critical ideas, check out Dr. James Fadiman's <i>The Psychedelic Explorer's Guide: Safe, Therapeutic, and Sacred Journeys.</i>)
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Yet this explanation overlooks the technical aspects of the duo's failure, which is germane to the discussion at hand. It's not that Wilson and Parks simply couldn't produce a finished product; it's that they couldn't do it without ultimately slipping back into the traditional pop song format, the very thing they were attempting to move beyond. Comparing the versions of "Cabin Essence, "Heroes and Villains," and "Vega-Tables" to those that emerged on subsequent albums helps prove this point (the 2004 version of <a href="http://www.rhapsody.com/goto?rcid=alb.6490422&amp;lsrc=blg_crcd_smile"><i>Smile</i></a> is also relevant here). I love these later versions, but outside the proto-ambient "Cool, Cool Water" on 1970's <a href="http://www.rhapsody.com/goto?rcid=alb.168578&amp;lsrc=blg_crcd_smile"><i>Sunflower</i></a>, all of them feel less visionary and way more tethered to accepted notions about what makes good pop. In defense of the other Beach Boys, who were forced to fend for themselves after Wilson's psychic derailment, they did what they had to do to salvage some amazing music. Moreover, they did an <i>excellent</i> job. In my opinion, The Beach Boys are the greatest pop band of the 1960s, even better than <a href="http://www.rhapsody.com/goto?rcid=art.61025&amp;lsrc=blg_crcd_smile">The Beatles</a>.
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But to return to my main point, the versions produced by the remaining Beach Boys offer a glimpse into what Wilson and Parks might've been forced to do to get <i>Smile</i> ready for release in 1967. Under incredible pressure, and in desperate need of a way around that wall, they would've resorted to molding these fragments into music that was significantly more traditional. And this is why there's really no need to ruminate on the "pop masterpiece that never was," because <i>The Smile Sessions</i> — in all its disjointed, way-ahead-of-its-time glory — is the real masterpiece.
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For a track-by-track comparison of The Beach Boys' lost masterpiece with the altered fragments scattered across the band's subsequent albums, check out my <a href="http://play.rhapsody.com/playlistcentral/playlistdetail?playlistId=ply.51558825&amp;lsrc=blg_crcd_smile"><img alt="" src="http://static.rhap.com/img/rn/img/3/9/9/9/52249993.gif" border="0" height="14" width="18" /></a><b><a href="http://www.rhapsody.com/playlist/Pp.51558825?lsrc=blg_crcd_smile">Evolution of the Smile Sessions</a></b> playlist.<br /><br />

You can always check out my other playlist post too: <a href="http://www.rhapsody.com/blog/2011/11/psychbeach?lsrc=blg_crcd_smile">Getting Psychedelic with the Beach Boys</a>.<br /><br />]]>
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    <title>Rock Roundup, November 2011</title>
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    <summary> Determining the No. 1 album for this month&apos;s installment of Rhapsody&apos;s Rock Roundup was a no-brainer: The Beach Boys&apos; Smile Sessions box set. The five-disc package compiles the recordings...</summary>
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Determining the No. 1 album for this month's installment of Rhapsody's Rock Roundup was a no-brainer: The Beach Boys' <i>Smile Sessions</i> box set. The five-disc package compiles the recordings for the band's lost masterpiece, which was supposed to have come out in 1967 and turn the band into the high princes of psychedelic art-pop. As for other archival releases that charted, there's an expanded edition of <i>Achtung Baby</i>, U2's 1992 foray into electronic-tinged club rock, and Sting's <i>25 Years</i> collection, a meticulous overview of his post-<a href="http://www.rhapsody.com/goto?rcid=art.1087&amp;lsrc=blg_ru_rock11">Police</a> career.<br /><br />

If modern rock is what you're craving, the past month saw plenty of that, too. Probably the most high-profile release was Jane's Addiction's <i>The Great Escape Artist</i>; the band's newfound art-rock sound doesn't feel far removed from the Radiohead zone, in all honesty. Be sure to also check out new jams from Evanescence, New Found Glory, Thrice and Mayday Parade. <br /><br />

Those of you who actually track release dates will notice that an album released in the fall of 2010 sits in the No. 2 slot: <i>Anika</i>. I had never heard, or heard of, the German-English chanteuse before <a href="http://www.rhapsody.com/blog/2011/11/moogfest-recap?lsrc=blg_ru_rock11">Moogfest 2011</a>, which I attended just a few weeks back. She was so wondrous and cool that I felt compelled to share my discovery with you. Her debut album for the Stones Throw label is excellent. Do give it a spin. <br /><br />

And here's my <a href="http://play.rhapsody.com/playlistcentral/playlistdetail?playlistId=ply.51532258&amp;lsrc=blg_ru_rock11"><img alt="" src="http://static.rhap.com/img/rn/img/3/9/9/9/52249993.gif" border="0" height="14" width="18" /></a><b><a href="http://www.rhapsody.com/playlist/Pp.51532258?lsrc=blg_ru_rock11">Rock Roundup, November 2011</a></b> playlist. <br /><br /><br />


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        <![CDATA[<a href="http://www.rhapsody.com/goto?rcid=alb.50912695&amp;lsrc=blg_ru_rock11"><img alt="" src="http://static.rhap.com/img/170x170/0/5/1/3/2753150_170x170.jpg" class="mt-image-left" style="float: left; margin: 0pt 20px 20px 0pt;" height="170" width="170" /></a> <b>1. <a href="http://www.rhapsody.com/goto?rcid=art.44122&amp;lsrc=blg_ru_rock11">The Beach Boys</a></b><br />
<b><i><a href="http://play.rhapsody.com/goto?rcid=alb.50912695&amp;lsrc=blg_ru_rock11">The Smile Sessions</a></i></b><br />
The five-disc <i>Smile Sessions</i> works better than any of <a href="http://www.rhapsody.com/goto?rcid=art.3882&amp;lsrc=blg_ru_rock11">Brian Wilson</a>'s stabs at finishing this lost masterpiece (particularly the <a href="http://www.rhapsody.com/goto?rcid=alb.6490422&amp;lsrc=blg_ru_rock11">2004 version</a>). This mainly has to do with how experimental pop unfolded over the past five decades. Though unintentional, the music's skeletal nature turned out to be wildly prescient in how it predated the psychedelic deconstruction central to modern lo-fi, electronic pop and ambient-based rock. It's a crazy thought, but had Wilson actually completed <i>Smile</i> in '67, it might have aged about as well as its counterpart, <i>Sgt. Pepper</i>, which sounds awfully dated nowadays. [Justin Farrar]<br /><br />
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<a href="http://www.rhapsody.com/goto?rcid=alb.42652994&amp;lsrc=blg_ru_rock11"><img alt="" src="http://static.rhap.com/img/170x170/5/3/0/0/2220035_170x170.jpg" class="mt-image-left" style="float: left; margin: 0pt 20px 20px 0pt;" height="170" width="170" /></a> <b>2. <a href="http://www.rhapsody.com/goto?rcid=art.51482805&amp;lsrc=blg_ru_rock11">Anika</a></b><br />
<b><i><a href="http://play.rhapsody.com/goto?rcid=alb.42652994&amp;lsrc=blg_ru_rock11">Anika</a></i></b><br />
Expertly produced by <a href="http://www.rhapsody.com/goto?rcid=art.794&amp;lsrc=blg_ru_rock11">Portishead</a>'s Geoff Barrow, Anika's debut album is a striking fusion of arty chamber rock and post-punk's mechanical, reverb-stained dystopianism. You wouldn't think a dub version of <a href="http://www.rhapsody.com/goto?rcid=art.831&amp;lsrc=blg_ru_rock11">Bob Dylan</a>'s "Masters of War," one that sounds like vintage <a href="http://www.rhapsody.com/goto?rcid=art.44845&amp;lsrc=blg_ru_rock11">A Certain Ratio</a>, would work. Yet it totally does. The same goes for the punchy reworking of <a href="http://www.rhapsody.com/goto?rcid=art.38141&amp;lsrc=blg_ru_rock11">The Kinks</a>' "I Go to Sleep." Much of this music's success can be attributed to the way Anika's voice, leaden and monochromatic, fits snugly inside her backing band's percussive grooves, which Barrow has soaked in an exquisite decay. Killer stuff. [J.F.]<br /><br />
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<a href="http://www.rhapsody.com/goto?rcid=alb.51323892&amp;lsrc=blg_ru_rock11"><img alt="" src="http://static.rhap.com/img/170x170/2/7/8/2/2772872_170x170.jpg" class="mt-image-left" style="float: left; margin: 0pt 20px 20px 0pt;" height="170" width="170" /></a> <b>3. <a href="http://www.rhapsody.com/goto?rcid=art.153&amp;lsrc=blg_ru_rock11">U2</a></b><br />
<b><i><a href="http://play.rhapsody.com/goto?rcid=alb.51323892&amp;lsrc=blg_ru_rock11">Achtung Baby</a></i> (Deluxe Edition)</b><br />
Bono &amp; Co.'s first foray into post-modern Euro pop and cold Krautrock was one of the 1990s' defining monster hits. Songs such as "The Fly" and "Zoo Station" experiment with sound, while "One" may just be their finest romantic ballad. [Nick Dedina]<br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br />
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<a href="http://www.rhapsody.com/goto?rcid=alb.50059586&amp;lsrc=blg_ru_rock11"><img alt="" src="http://static.rhap.com/img/170x170/2/6/8/5/2725862_170x170.jpg" class="mt-image-left" style="float: left; margin: 0pt 20px 20px 0pt;" height="170" width="170" /></a> <b>4. <a href="http://www.rhapsody.com/goto?rcid=art.50328&amp;lsrc=blg_ru_rock11">New Found Glory</a></b><br />
<b><i><a href="http://play.rhapsody.com/goto?rcid=alb.50059586&amp;lsrc=blg_ru_rock11">Radiosurgery</a></i></b><br />
In recent years, pop punk has crossed streams with screamo, electro, Disney-approved teen pop and a half-dozen other styles. But you'd never know this from listening to <i>Radiosurgery</i>, an exercise in genre purity that contains no hip-hop cameos, no Auto-Tune and no dance beats. It's just a lot of guitars and boisterous choruses. This could have been made back in 1994, around the time <a href="http://www.rhapsody.com/goto?rcid=art.6167&amp;lsrc=blg_ru_rock11">Green Day</a> dropped some <a href="http://www.rhapsody.com/goto?rcid=alb.183188&amp;lsrc=blg_ru_rock11"><i>Dookie</i></a>. Singer Jordan Pundik even sounds like a young Billie Joe on several tracks. For all you <a href="http://www.rhapsody.com/goto?rcid=art.32127576&amp;lsrc=blg_ru_rock11">Best Coast</a> fans, Bethany Cosentino makes an appearance on the track "Caught in the Act." [J.F.]<br /><br />
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<a href="http://www.rhapsody.com/goto?rcid=alb.50043226&amp;lsrc=blg_ru_rock11"><img alt="" src="http://static.rhap.com/img/170x170/7/4/8/4/2724847_170x170.jpg" class="mt-image-left" style="float: left; margin: 0pt 20px 20px 0pt;" height="170" width="170" /></a> <b>5. <a href="http://www.rhapsody.com/goto?rcid=art.1969&amp;lsrc=blg_ru_rock11">Sting</a></b><br />
<b><i><a href="http://play.rhapsody.com/goto?rcid=alb.50043226&amp;lsrc=blg_ru_rock11">25 Years</a></i></b><br />
<i>25 Years</i> is Sting's personally curated celebration of a quarter-century of yoga, activism and, most importantly, music making. Though the triple-disc set has been hyped as a career-spanning statement, its programming tilts heavily towards his pop offerings (his dabbling in John Dowland balladry is kept at bay as a result). But <i>25</i> throws its fair share of curve balls. Rather than the original recordings, Sting opted to include remixes and live versions of many of his most popular tunes, including "If You Love Somebody Set Them Free," "Love Is the Seventh Wave" and "Fortress Around Your Heart." [J.F.]<br /><br />
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<a href="http://www.rhapsody.com/goto?rcid=alb.50741547&amp;lsrc=blg_ru_rock11"><img alt="" src="http://static.rhap.com/img/170x170/5/5/1/4/2744155_170x170.jpg" class="mt-image-left" style="float: left; margin: 0pt 20px 20px 0pt;" height="170" width="170" /></a> <b>6. <a href="http://www.rhapsody.com/goto?rcid=art.64920&amp;lsrc=blg_ru_rock11">Evanescence</a></b><br />
<b><i><a href="http://play.rhapsody.com/goto?rcid=alb.50741547&amp;lsrc=blg_ru_rock11">Evanescence</a></i></b><br />
With their third album, a self-titled affair, Evanescence have shed much of the post-grunge crunch marking previous efforts (particularly <a href="http://www.rhapsody.com/goto?rcid=alb.319429&amp;lsrc=blg_ru_rock11"><i>Fallen</i></a>). This isn't to imply the record is lacking in rock riffage. Just check out "The Other Side" and "What You Want"; it's there for sure. But ultimately, the music's most spotlighted qualities are Amy Lee's diva-worthy vocal gymnastics and the orchestral flourishes now woven into nearly every track. Also present are subtle touches of piano and electronica. The end result is easily the most melodic and pop-driven album the band has released to date. [J.F.]<br /><br />
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<a href="http://www.rhapsody.com/goto?rcid=alb.50237818&amp;lsrc=blg_ru_rock11"><img alt="" src="http://static.rhap.com/img/170x170/6/6/6/4/2734666_170x170.jpg" class="mt-image-left" style="float: left; margin: 0pt 20px 20px 0pt;" height="170" width="170" /></a> <b>7. <a href="http://www.rhapsody.com/goto?rcid=art.2728&amp;lsrc=blg_ru_rock11">Jane's Addiction</a></b><br />
<b><i><a href="http://play.rhapsody.com/goto?rcid=alb.50237818&amp;lsrc=blg_ru_rock11">The Great Escape Artist</a></i></b><br />
In the past four decades, Jane's Addiction has released four albums, weathered nearly as many breakups and endured myriad controversies and rumors. Regardless, <i>The Great Escape Artist</i> contains the most lavish and progressive compositions of the band's tumultuous career. This music is neo-<a href="http://www.rhapsody.com/goto?rcid=art.4817&amp;lsrc=blg_ru_rock11">Radiohead</a> art rock, basically. The one thing it does lack — and this reveals the importance of original bassist Eric Avery, replaced here by <a href="http://www.rhapsody.com/goto?rcid=art.5230944&amp;lsrc=blg_ru_rock11">TV on the Radio</a>'s Dave Sitek — is that violent funk-metal <i>thump</i> that made Jane's Addiction unique to begin with. [J.F.]<br /><br />
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<a href="http://www.rhapsody.com/goto?rcid=alb.50132341&amp;lsrc=blg_ru_rock11"><img alt="" src="http://static.rhap.com/img/170x170/4/3/6/9/2729634_170x170.jpg" class="mt-image-left" style="float: left; margin: 0pt 20px 20px 0pt;" height="170" width="170" /></a> <b>8. <a href="http://www.rhapsody.com/goto?rcid=art.38143&amp;lsrc=blg_ru_rock11">Chris Isaak</a></b><br />
<b><i><a href="http://play.rhapsody.com/goto?rcid=alb.50132341&amp;lsrc=blg_ru_rock11">Beyond the Sun</a></i></b><br />
<i>Beyond the Sun</i> is Chris Isaak's loving tribute to Sun Records. The majority of the selections can be traced back to the label's icons: <a href="http://www.rhapsody.com/goto?rcid=art.154&amp;lsrc=blg_ru_rock11">Elvis</a>,<a href="http://www.rhapsody.com/goto?rcid=art.5701&amp;lsrc=blg_ru_rock11"> Jerry Lee</a>, <a href="http://www.rhapsody.com/goto?rcid=art.67317&amp;lsrc=blg_ru_rock11">The Man in Black</a>, <a href="http://www.rhapsody.com/goto?rcid=art.5416&amp;lsrc=blg_ru_rock11">Carl Perkins</a> and <a href="http://www.rhapsody.com/goto?rcid=art.61022&amp;lsrc=blg_ru_rock11">Roy Orbison</a>. This is a bit of a bummer; it would've been cool if he had dug deeper into the catalog, maybe covered a track or two from <a href="http://www.rhapsody.com/goto?rcid=art.12254&amp;lsrc=blg_ru_rock11">Charlie Feathers</a> or the great <a href="http://www.rhapsody.com/goto?rcid=art.13354&amp;lsrc=blg_ru_rock11">Sonny Burgess</a>. Nevertheless, Isaak proves to be a skilled rockabilly singer. His boyish, quivering tenor cracks and weeps in all the right places. Plus, the production is sufficiently vintage as to not to make the tunes sound like karaoke novelty. [J.F.]<br /><br />
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<a href="http://www.rhapsody.com/goto?rcid=alb.49950131&amp;lsrc=blg_ru_rock11"><img alt="" src="http://static.rhap.com/img/170x170/7/7/0/0/2720077_170x170.jpg" class="mt-image-left" style="float: left; margin: 0pt 20px 20px 0pt;" height="170" width="170" /></a> <b>9. <a href="http://www.rhapsody.com/goto?rcid=art.57390&amp;lsrc=blg_ru_rock11">Thrice</a></b><br />
<b><i><a href="http://play.rhapsody.com/goto?rcid=alb.49950131&amp;lsrc=blg_ru_rock11">Major/Minor</a></i></b><br />
Thrice's intent is obvious from the rhythm section's opening thump 'n' roll. The band has created one of them albums that's all about "back to basics." In the case of <i>Major/Minor</i>, this means brittle math-rock grooves underpinning wiry guitar riffage and a litany of impassioned howls. There are hooks and choruses for sure, but rarely do they break free from the ensemble's highly charged syncopation and point-counterpoint interplay. At a time when so many bands have devolved into bloated Radiohead wannabes, it's nice to hear one dedicated to rhythm, which is what rock 'n' roll is all about. [J.F.]<br /><br />
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<a href="http://www.rhapsody.com/goto?rcid=alb.50739961&amp;lsrc=blg_ru_rock11"><img alt="" src="http://static.rhap.com/img/170x170/2/6/0/4/2744062_170x170.jpg" class="mt-image-left" style="float: left; margin: 0pt 20px 20px 0pt;" height="170" width="170" /></a> <b>10. <a href="http://www.rhapsody.com/goto?rcid=art.1795&amp;lsrc=blg_ru_rock11">T Bone Burnett</a></b><br />
<b><i><a href="http://play.rhapsody.com/goto?rcid=alb.50739961&amp;lsrc=blg_ru_rock11">T Bone Burnett Presents The Speaking Clock Revue Live from The Beacon Theatre</a></i></b><br />
Recorded for an arts education fund-raiser at Boston's Beacon Theatre, the <i>Speaking Clock Revue</i> consists of a who's who of artists and session musicians with whom T Bone has worked in the past few years (some of the most productive of his career). The lineup — from <a href="http://www.rhapsody.com/goto?rcid=art.3231&amp;lsrc=blg_ru_rock11">Elton John</a> and <a href="http://www.rhapsody.com/goto?rcid=art.16659&amp;lsrc=blg_ru_rock11">Jeff Bridges</a> to <a href="http://www.rhapsody.com/goto?rcid=art.39782&amp;lsrc=blg_ru_rock11">Ralph Stanley</a> and <a href="http://www.rhapsody.com/goto?rcid=art.18167&amp;lsrc=blg_ru_rock11">Gregg Allman</a> — is diverse and talented. Burnett also roped in some indie talent, including <a href="http://www.rhapsody.com/goto?rcid=art.44564&amp;lsrc=blg_ru_rock11">Neko Case</a> and <a href="http://www.rhapsody.com/goto?rcid=art.7347&amp;lsrc=blg_ru_rock11">My Morning Jacket</a>'s <a href="http://www.rhapsody.com/goto?rcid=art.17252008&amp;lsrc=blg_ru_rock11">Jim James</a>. There are several highlights here, but the mandolin-tinged version of the <a href="http://www.rhapsody.com/goto?rcid=art.60982&amp;lsrc=blg_ru_rock11">Allman Brothers</a> classic "Midnight Rider" is the peak. [J.F.]<br /><br />
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<a href="http://www.rhapsody.com/goto?rcid=alb.50059774&amp;lsrc=blg_ru_rock11"><img alt="" src="http://static.rhap.com/img/170x170/8/7/8/5/2725878_170x170.jpg" class="mt-image-left" style="float: left; margin: 0pt 20px 20px 0pt;" height="170" width="170" /></a> <b>11. <a href="http://www.rhapsody.com/goto?rcid=art.12090892&amp;lsrc=blg_ru_rock11">Mayday Parade</a></b><br />
<b><i><a href="http://play.rhapsody.com/goto?rcid=alb.50059774&amp;lsrc=blg_ru_rock11">Mayday Parade</a></i></b><br />
Fans were deeply torn over 2009's <a href="http://www.rhapsody.com/goto?rcid=alb.30220882&amp;lsrc=blg_ru_rock11"><i>Anywhere But Here</i></a>. Many thought the music lost much of its charm. It was definitely slick, as the band employed professional songwriters in a failed attempt to churn out big pop hits. In contrast, <i>Mayday Parade</i> feels both more intimate and ambitious. The record contains plenty of big guitars and sing-along choruses about troubled young love. But it also contains plenty of subtle flourishes: strings, piano and even ornate twin leads. A lot of this stuff is basically <a href="http://www.rhapsody.com/goto?rcid=art.69088&amp;lsrc=blg_ru_rock11">Queen</a> by way of <a href="http://www.rhapsody.com/goto?rcid=art.6086653&amp;lsrc=blg_ru_rock11">My Chemical Romance</a>. But hey, Mayday Parade know how to make it work. [J.F.]<br /><br />
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<a href="http://www.rhapsody.com/goto?rcid=alb.46212245&amp;lsrc=blg_ru_rock11"><img alt="" src="http://static.rhap.com/img/170x170/0/8/9/0/2420980_170x170.jpg" class="mt-image-left" style="float: left; margin: 0pt 20px 20px 0pt;" height="170" width="170" /></a> <b>12. <a href="http://www.rhapsody.com/goto?rcid=art.69090&amp;lsrc=blg_ru_rock11">Queensryche</a></b><br />
<b><i><a href="http://play.rhapsody.com/goto?rcid=alb.46212245&amp;lsrc=blg_ru_rock11">Dedicated to Chaos</a></i></b><br />
Opening with a long-term relationship song that might be the closest thing to a <a href="http://www.rhapsody.com/goto?rcid=art.978&amp;lsrc=blg_ru_rock11">Stones</a> rip they've ever done, and seemingly inspired from there by <a href="http://www.rhapsody.com/goto?rcid=art.3047&amp;lsrc=blg_ru_rock11">Extreme</a>, <a href="http://www.rhapsody.com/goto?rcid=art.2974&amp;lsrc=blg_ru_rock11">INXS</a>, early '80s Queen and — no joke — <a href="http://www.rhapsody.com/goto?rcid=art.56237&amp;lsrc=blg_ru_rock11">Justin Timberlake</a>, these prog metal vets have made a funk rock record. And they don't hide it: "Wot We Do" has Geoff Tate begging you to "put your hands in the air" on the dancefloor. He also pants a lot (in "Got It Bad," "Higher," "Drive") about wanting to turn on hot women. Things get more subtle, protest-y and slightly heavier toward the end. But mostly these old guys just wanna get down tonight. [Chuck Eddy]<br /><br />
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<a href="http://www.rhapsody.com/goto?rcid=alb.50042445&amp;lsrc=blg_ru_rock11"><img alt="" src="http://static.rhap.com/img/170x170/8/0/8/4/2724808_170x170.jpg" class="mt-image-left" style="float: left; margin: 0pt 20px 20px 0pt;" height="170" width="170" /></a> <b>13. <a href="http://www.rhapsody.com/goto?rcid=art.4019&amp;lsrc=blg_ru_rock11">The Bangles</a></b><br />
<b><i><a href="http://play.rhapsody.com/goto?rcid=alb.50042445&amp;lsrc=blg_ru_rock11">Sweetheart of the Sun</a></i></b><br />
<i>Sweetheart of the Sun</i>, coproduced by old pal <a href="http://www.rhapsody.com/goto?rcid=art.127&amp;lsrc=blg_ru_rock11">Matthew Sweet</a>, finds The Bangles fully embracing their strengths: jangly '60s strum and gooey power pop. This means no Top 40 balladry in the "Eternal Flame" mode, which is as it should be. The band's harmonies are, of course, tight and ebullient (though in all honesty they could've been spotlighted more than they are). The music's overall sonic palette is another winner: sweeping strings, psychedelic reverb, pedal steel, etc. Always known for their good taste in covers, the band closes with a nice rendition of the <a href="http://www.rhapsody.com/goto?rcid=art.12219&amp;lsrc=blg_ru_rock11">Nazz</a> nugget "Open My Eyes." [J.F.]<br /><br />
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<a href="http://www.rhapsody.com/goto?rcid=alb.47495184&amp;lsrc=blg_ru_rock11"><img alt="" src="http://static.rhap.com/img/170x170/1/8/8/0/2490881_170x170.jpg" class="mt-image-left" style="float: left; margin: 0pt 20px 20px 0pt;" height="170" width="170" /></a> <b>14. <a href="http://www.rhapsody.com/goto?rcid=art.61367&amp;lsrc=blg_ru_rock11">Tommy Keene</a></b><br />
<b><i><a href="http://play.rhapsody.com/goto?rcid=alb.47495184&amp;lsrc=blg_ru_rock11">Behind the Parade</a></i></b><br />
When it comes to durable and consistent tunesmiths toiling away in the power pop ghetto, Tommy Keene lives on the same block as <a href="http://www.rhapsody.com/goto?rcid=art.15390&amp;lsrc=blg_ru_rock11">Velvet Crush</a>, Matthew Sweet and <a href="http://www.rhapsody.com/goto?rcid=art.1025&amp;lsrc=blg_ru_rock11">The Smithereens</a>. <i>Behind the Parade</i> sounds a lot like most of the albums Keene has dropped since the early 1980s. The 10-track collection is a strong mix of jangly guitars, tight harmonies, smart songs, delicious melancholy and unbridled Anglophilia. What's truly amazing is how, after all these years, Keene still feels a need to sing with a faux British accent, as if he's the fifth Beatle. The dude is from Maryland, after all. [J.F.]<br /><br />
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<a href="http://www.rhapsody.com/goto?rcid=alb.51118095&amp;lsrc=blg_ru_rock11"><img alt="" src="http://static.rhap.com/img/170x170/8/9/4/2/2762498_170x170.jpg" class="mt-image-left" style="float: left; margin: 0pt 20px 20px 0pt;" height="170" width="170" /></a> <b>15. <a href="http://www.rhapsody.com/goto?rcid=art.15138855&amp;lsrc=blg_ru_rock11">Five Finger Death Punch</a></b><br />
<b><i><a href="http://play.rhapsody.com/goto?rcid=alb.51118095&amp;lsrc=blg_ru_rock11">American Capitalist</a></i></b><br />
These rock-radio successes split their third album between pleading sensitivity about mean girlfriends and klutzy-but-not-humorless rap-metal bullying. The former occasionally recalls <a href="http://www.rhapsody.com/goto?rcid=art.4401&amp;lsrc=blg_ru_rock11">System of a Down</a>; the latter occasionally recalls <a href="http://www.rhapsody.com/goto?rcid=art.68599&amp;lsrc=blg_ru_rock11">Anthrax</a> circa "I'm the Man," though "The Pride" (which name-drops NASCAR, PBR, Bill Gates, MySpace, JFK and the NFL) sounds like the only rapcore ever inspired by <a href="http://www.rhapsody.com/goto?rcid=art.4678&amp;lsrc=blg_ru_rock11">Billy Joel</a>'s "We Didn't Start the Fire." "Back for More" is some passingly melodic jock-rock trash talk; "American Capitalist" could possibly be a protest song. Much of the rest is directed at people they hate. [C.E.]<br /><br />
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    <title>Source Material: Bon Jovi, Slippery When Wet</title>
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    <updated>2011-11-08T17:38:38Z</updated>

    <summary> A quarter-century after its release (feel old now?), it is somewhat amusing, amazing and perplexing to remember that, way back then, Bon Jovi&apos;s 1986 album Slippery When Wet was...</summary>
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A quarter-century after its release (feel old now?), it is somewhat amusing, amazing and perplexing to remember that, way back then, <a href="http://www.rhapsody.com/goto?rcid=art.3939&amp;lsrc=blg_sm_slippery">Bon Jovi</a>'s 1986 album <a href="http://www.rhapsody.com/goto?rcid=alb.38363784&amp;lsrc=blg_sm_slippery"><i>Slippery When Wet</i></a> was actually considered a metal album — if not necessarily by metalheads themselves, then definitely by the rest of the rock world. Even in the realm of hair metal — certainly compared to bands like <a href="http://www.rhapsody.com/goto?rcid=art.38450&amp;lsrc=blg_sm_slippery">Guns N' Roses</a> and <a href="http://www.rhapsody.com/goto?rcid=art.4003&amp;lsrc=blg_sm_slippery">Mötley Crüe</a> — Bon Jovi just seem so doggone wholesome, at least in retrospect. Still, the power chords were there, and so, to some extent, were the visual trappings: on the backside of the cover, Bon Jovi the band may not look like they'd drowned in a vat of pink mascara and eyeliner, but their hair is pretty teased. Jon Bon himself has the obligatory-for-the-epoch scarf around his neck, and drummer Tico Torres is even wearing tight leopard-skin trousers.<br /><br />
Really, what a few fellas in the band almost look like — given their rhinestone cowboy boots and pants — is a modern regional Mexican group: all they need is fancy cowboy hats!  On a steel horse they ride, don'cha know. And they still look Western-ish enough to have inspired Nashville country music since then; seriously, listen to <a href="http://www.rhapsody.com/goto?rcid=art.30211050&amp;lsrc=blg_sm_slippery">Brantley Gilbert</a> sometime. Heck, <a href="http://www.rhapsody.com/goto?rcid=art.54428&amp;lsrc=blg_sm_slippery">Chris Cagle</a> and <a href="http://www.rhapsody.com/goto?rcid=art.37729&amp;lsrc=blg_sm_slippery">Montgomery Gentry</a> have even covered "Wanted Dead or Alive" in the past decade. And of course there was also Bon Jovi's own 2006 No. 1 country duet with Jennifer Nettles, "Who Says You Can't Go Home." It all adds up now, right? <br /><br />
Anyway, back to metal. The cover of <i>Slippery When Wet</i>, as all fans know, was originally going to be a buxom lady with her topside stuffed into a drenched T-shirt with the album's title on it. Japan got that one, apparently, but in the U.S. the cover was much less brazen and more modest (and less metal): just the words on what is said to be a rain-soaked Hefty bag. Still, the inner sleeve did show the mostly shirtless band having a charity car wash with lots of skimpily clad models. <a href="http://www.rhapsody.com/goto?rcid=art.1067&amp;lsrc=blg_sm_slippery">Warrant</a> were taking notes, no doubt. <br /><br />
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        <![CDATA[The album, the New Jersey band's third, stayed in the <i>Billboard</i> 200 for 94 weeks (which, curiously, is 10 fewer than its 1985 predecessor, <a href="http://www.rhapsody.com/goto?rcid=alb.38363584&amp;lsrc=blg_sm_slippery"><i>7800º Fahrenheit</i></a>), and was the U.S. top seller for eight of those weeks. It spawned four Top 30 singles, including the chart-toppers "You Give Love a Bad Name" and "Livin' on a Prayer" — the latter of which, especially, has been warbled several trillion times in karaoke bars since. <i>Slippery When Wet</i> went on to sell 12 million copies in the U.S. and 28 million worldwide. And over time, Bon Jovi — once a band not taken very seriously — managed to not only stick around for a long career that still spawns No. 1 albums, but to accumulate a certain degree of respectability as dependable, even influential legacy artists, which few would have predicted at the time. So it seems only fair, at this 25-year juncture, to chart some of the earlier music that inspired <i>Slippery</i> to be so, well, slippery in the first place. <br /><br />

Click here to listen to an accompanying playlist: <a href="http://play.rhapsody.com/playlistcentral/playlistdetail?playlistId=ply.51532239&amp;lsrc=blg_sm_slippery"><img alt="" src="http://static.rhap.com/img/rn/img/3/9/9/9/52249993.gif" border="0" height="14" width="18" /></a><b><a href="http://www.rhapsody.com/playlist/Pp.51532239?lsrc=blg_sm_slippery">Source Material: Bon Jovi, Slippery When Wet</a></b><br /><br /><br />
 
<a href="http://www.rhapsody.com/goto?rcid=alb.235969&amp;lsrc=blg_sm_slippery"><img alt="" src="http://static.rhap.com/img/170x170/7/6/0/9/389067_170x170.jpg" class="mt-image-left" style="float: left; margin: 0pt 20px 20px 0pt;" height="170" width="170" /></a> <b><a href="http://www.rhapsody.com/goto?rcid=art.3231&amp;lsrc=blg_sm_slippery">Elton John</a></b><br />
<b><i><a href="http://play.rhapsody.com/goto?rcid=alb.235969&amp;lsrc=blg_sm_slippery">Goodbye Yellow Brick Road</a></i></b><br />
The history of rock cowboy songs is a tale that has yet to be fully written (though I tried once, in a book paragraph). What's clear is that glam-metal campfire singalongs like Bon Jovi's "Wanted Dead or Alive," <a href="http://www.rhapsody.com/goto?rcid=art.69145&amp;lsrc=blg_sm_slippery">Poison</a>'s "Every Rose Has Its Thorn" ("and every cowboy sings a sad sad song"), and <a href="http://www.rhapsody.com/goto?rcid=art.1680&amp;lsrc=blg_sm_slippery">Tesla</a>'s "Modern Day Cowboy" were picking up on a theme that classic rockers had relied on at least since the <a href="http://www.rhapsody.com/goto?rcid=art.415&amp;lsrc=blg_sm_slippery">James Gang</a>: <a href="http://www.rhapsody.com/goto?rcid=art.1999&amp;lsrc=blg_sm_slippery">Styx</a>'s "Renegade," for instance. And <a href="http://www.rhapsody.com/goto?rcid=art.4215&amp;lsrc=blg_sm_slippery">Bad Company</a>'s "Bad Company." Etc. Anyway, even fewer cowboys live in England than in New Jersey, but this 1973 masterpiece not only features a cowboy number ("Roy Rogers"); it also has a cut called "Social Disease" — just like <i>Slippery When Wet</i>!<br /><br />
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<a href="http://www.rhapsody.com/goto?rcid=alb.8791201&amp;lsrc=blg_sm_slippery"><img alt="" src="http://static.rhap.com/img/170x170/5/8/0/1/611085_170x170.jpg" class="mt-image-left" style="float: left; margin: 0pt 20px 20px 0pt;" height="170" width="170" /></a> <b><a href="http://www.rhapsody.com/goto?rcid=art.298&amp;lsrc=blg_sm_slippery">Bruce Springsteen</a></b><br />
<b><i><a href="http://play.rhapsody.com/goto?rcid=alb.8791201&amp;lsrc=blg_sm_slippery">Born to Run</a></i></b><br />
Okay, Bruce is B.J.'s blueprint, obviously, though OK, maybe we could pick a later album by him instead; what with Tommy toiling on the docks and his union on strike so he's down on his luck and Gina working the diner all day, <a href="http://www.rhapsody.com/goto?rcid=alb.109854&amp;lsrc=blg_sm_slippery"><i>Born in the U.S.A.</i></a> might arguably make more sense. But '75's <i>Born to Run</i> has its bombast going for it, plus it's clearly an album about Jersey. (Um, except when it's about Harlem, but you know what I mean.) And you can totally imagine Bon Jovi sleeping in an old abandoned beach house and sweating it out on the streets in a runaway American dream. Or at least pretending to.<br /><br />
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<a href="http://www.rhapsody.com/goto?rcid=alb.44020187&amp;lsrc=blg_sm_slippery"><img alt="" src="http://static.rhap.com/img/170x170/1/7/0/7/2307071_170x170.jpg" class="mt-image-left" style="float: left; margin: 0pt 20px 20px 0pt;" height="170" width="170" /></a> <b><a href="http://www.rhapsody.com/goto?rcid=art.612&amp;lsrc=blg_sm_slippery">Thin Lizzy</a></b><br />
<b><i><a href="http://play.rhapsody.com/goto?rcid=alb.44020187&amp;lsrc=blg_sm_slippery">Jailbreak</a></i></b><br />
The argument can and should be made that Phil Lynott got there before Bruce (they were both channeling <a href="http://www.rhapsody.com/goto?rcid=art.67&amp;lsrc=blg_sm_slippery">Van Morrison</a> and Catholicism, after all.) But that said, this 1976 album — and particularly "The Boys Are Back in Town," bizarrely Lizzy's only American hit single — was almost undeniably the first time that Bruceness and metalness were allowed to co-exist in the same place at the same time. And the follow-up single (which got to No. 77 stateside) was "Cowboy Song"! How comes no Nashville cats have covered that one?<br /><br />
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<a href="http://www.rhapsody.com/goto?rcid=alb.46958529&amp;lsrc=blg_sm_slippery"><img alt="" src="http://static.rhap.com/img/170x170/6/6/3/1/2461366_170x170.jpg" class="mt-image-left" style="float: left; margin: 0pt 20px 20px 0pt;" height="170" width="170" /></a> <b><a href="http://www.rhapsody.com/goto?rcid=art.69195&amp;lsrc=blg_sm_slippery">Peter Frampton</a></b><br />
<b><i><a href="http://play.rhapsody.com/goto?rcid=alb.46958529&amp;lsrc=blg_sm_slippery">Frampton Comes Alive!</a></i></b><br />
<i>Slippery When Wet</i> is not a live album, double or otherwise. But, marketing-wise at least, it does seem to have learned lessons from this bicentennial septuple-platinum breakthrough (the best-selling long-player in 1976, just like <i>Slippery</i> was the best-selling long-player in 1987), which taught the music industry that a moderately "rock" album can stay at the top of the charts for 10 weeks if the pinup boy on vocals has lots of flowing, layered, sun-bronzed hair that girls can wish was theirs in more ways than one. Plus, there's the talkbox <a href="http://www.rhapsody.com/goto?rcid=art.16140&amp;lsrc=blg_sm_slippery">Richie Sambora</a> used on "Livin' on a Prayer" — shades of "Do You Feel Like We Do"!<br /><br />
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<a href="http://www.rhapsody.com/goto?rcid=alb.105478&amp;lsrc=blg_sm_slippery"><img alt="" src="http://static.rhap.com/img/170x170/1/1/5/8/698511_170x170.jpg" class="mt-image-left" style="float: left; margin: 0pt 20px 20px 0pt;" height="170" width="170" /></a> <b><a href="http://www.rhapsody.com/goto?rcid=art.1976&amp;lsrc=blg_sm_slippery">Meat Loaf</a></b><br />
<b><i><a href="http://play.rhapsody.com/goto?rcid=alb.105478&amp;lsrc=blg_sm_slippery">Bat Out of Hell</a></i></b><br />
This 1977 blockbuster has one of the most heavy metal LP covers of all time, so you could maybe say Mr. Loaf (as the <i>New York Times</i> might call him) was metallicizing Springsteen himself — even if the music doesn't sound particularly metal. What it does sound is operatic to the point of camp-Wagnerian ridiculousness, a ploy you can certainly imagine Bon Jovi taking at face value, whether they were <i>Rocky Horror</i> fans or not. Also, "Two Out of Three Ain't Bad" has to be considered a prototype power ballad.<br /><br />
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<a href="http://www.rhapsody.com/goto?rcid=alb.301113&amp;lsrc=blg_sm_slippery"><img alt="" src="http://static.rhap.com/img/170x170/7/9/9/8/708997_170x170.jpg" class="mt-image-left" style="float: left; margin: 0pt 20px 20px 0pt;" height="170" width="170" /></a> <b><a href="http://www.rhapsody.com/goto?rcid=art.2459&amp;lsrc=blg_sm_slippery">Loverboy</a></b><br />
<b><i><a href="http://play.rhapsody.com/goto?rcid=alb.301113&amp;lsrc=blg_sm_slippery">Loverboy</a></i></b><br />
As the '70s made way for the '80s (as depicted, on this album, in the ode to a thoroughly modern Millie called "Lady of the '80s"), bands on the western Canadian prairie, of all places, were seemingly trying to figure out ways to be glam rock, metal, New Wave (in the <a href="http://www.rhapsody.com/goto?rcid=art.1435&amp;lsrc=blg_sm_slippery">Cars</a>/<a href="http://www.rhapsody.com/goto?rcid=art.1087&amp;lsrc=blg_sm_slippery">Police</a> sense), and maybe even a wee bit disco, all at the same time — but simultaneously also none of the above. Streetheart, from Saskatchewan, evolved into the Calgary combo Loverboy, who moved to Vancouver, where they hooked up with a producer named Bruce Fairbairn, who helped them shape this 1981 debut, which is a lot weirder than you think it is, especially the parts seemingly inspired by <a href="http://www.rhapsody.com/goto?rcid=art.7114&amp;lsrc=blg_sm_slippery">Philip Glass</a> and the Vancouver hardcore gang <a href="http://www.rhapsody.com/goto?rcid=art.7822&amp;lsrc=blg_sm_slippery">D.O.A.</a> Across the board, it shows Loverboy's early ability, as critic Ken Tucker once put it, "to kick and kiss ass with equal skill." Fairbairn was later instrumental in helping Bon Jovi do much the same thing.<br /><br />
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<a href="http://www.rhapsody.com/goto?rcid=alb.271162&amp;lsrc=blg_sm_slippery"><img alt="" src="http://static.rhap.com/img/170x170/0/9/6/3/503690_170x170.jpg" class="mt-image-left" style="float: left; margin: 0pt 20px 20px 0pt;" height="170" width="170" /></a> <b><a href="http://www.rhapsody.com/goto?rcid=art.3785&amp;lsrc=blg_sm_slippery">Bryan Adams</a></b><br />
<b><i><a href="http://play.rhapsody.com/goto?rcid=alb.271162&amp;lsrc=blg_sm_slippery">Cuts Like a Knife</a></i></b><br />
And then — speaking of Vancouver — there was this guy. He'd started out (as Bryan "Guy" Adams!) in a late-period glam troupe called Sweeney Todd with the blatantly <a href="http://www.rhapsody.com/goto?rcid=art.38733&amp;lsrc=blg_sm_slippery">Marc Bolan</a>-inspired <a href="http://www.rhapsody.com/goto?rcid=art.4980007&amp;lsrc=blg_sm_slippery">Nick Gilder</a> (of 1978 "Hot Child in the City" fame). He charted solo in Canada with a disco hit called "Let Me Take You Dancing" in 1979.  And then he made a few early '80s albums that popped as good as they rocked, and they rocked harder than you remember. "First-class, professional, middle-of-the-road rock," as Dick Clark once said about earlier Northwesterners <a href="http://www.rhapsody.com/goto?rcid=art.10506&amp;lsrc=blg_sm_slippery">Paul Revere and the Raiders</a>: hackwork, but often fantastic hackwork, and proud of it.  If this 1983 LP didn't put ideas into Bon Jovi's heads, probably nothing did.<br /><br />
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<a href="http://www.rhapsody.com/goto?rcid=alb.97787&amp;lsrc=blg_sm_slippery"><img alt="" src="http://static.rhap.com/img/170x170/2/1/6/2/272612_170x170.jpg" class="mt-image-left" style="float: left; margin: 0pt 20px 20px 0pt;" height="170" width="170" /></a> <b><a href="http://www.rhapsody.com/goto?rcid=art.4515&amp;lsrc=blg_sm_slippery">Night Ranger</a></b><br />
<b><i><a href="http://play.rhapsody.com/goto?rcid=alb.97787&amp;lsrc=blg_sm_slippery">Midnight Madness</a></i></b><br />
Further exploring the riddle "how can you be metal and not-metal at the same time?", there were these California boys, who definitely had long pretty hair and made pretty rock 'n' roll to boot, but also had one member who dressed up as a doctor, just like <a href="http://www.rhapsody.com/goto?rcid=art.44063&amp;lsrc=blg_sm_slippery">Prince</a>'s band on <a href="http://www.rhapsody.com/goto?rcid=alb.145275&amp;lsrc=blg_sm_slippery"><i>Dirty Mind</i></a> — what the heck was that about? Later on, they developed a taste for flak jackets, perhaps since that's what actual night rangers wear. Anyway, these days (or a few years ago), they're probably best known for the inclusion of their Top 5 smash "Sister Christian" in the movie <i>Boogie Nights</i>. But when this album came out in late 1983, they were just happy you could "still rock in America." So they did. Obviously a crucial Bon Jovi template.<br /><br />
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<a href="http://www.rhapsody.com/goto?rcid=alb.259353&amp;lsrc=blg_sm_slippery"><img alt="" src="http://static.rhap.com/img/170x170/5/0/9/3/633905_170x170.jpg" class="mt-image-left" style="float: left; margin: 0pt 20px 20px 0pt;" height="170" width="170" /></a> <b><a href="http://www.rhapsody.com/goto?rcid=art.4246&amp;lsrc=blg_sm_slippery">Van Halen</a></b><br />
<b><i><a href="http://play.rhapsody.com/goto?rcid=alb.259353&amp;lsrc=blg_sm_slippery">1984</a></i></b><br />
Van Halen invented pop metal, if anybody did. Even on their early albums, and even between Eddie's hammer-on virtuoso stuff and <a href="http://www.rhapsody.com/goto?rcid=art.8497&amp;lsrc=blg_sm_slippery">Diamond Dave</a>'s Borscht Belt shtick (both larger-than-life enough to make this accomplishment even more incredible), their hits figured out a way to make post-<a href="http://www.rhapsody.com/goto?rcid=art.2460&amp;lsrc=blg_sm_slippery">Deep Purple</a> metal both sleek and super-Top 40-accessible — i.e., something that you could boogie down to at the high school hop, in the suburbs no less, without getting your polyester particularly dirty. And there was still boogie in the music, but it was immaculate boogie. As clean as the <a href="http://www.rhapsody.com/goto?rcid=art.44122&amp;lsrc=blg_sm_slippery">Beach Boys</a>. And they were never slicker, in their first incarnation anyway, than on this, their final album with a frontman who doesn't usually suck. That "Jump" was basically keyboard-pumped techno-pop at heart was also not lost on Bon Jovi, one assumes.<br /><br />
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<a href="http://www.rhapsody.com/goto?rcid=alb.21776526&amp;lsrc=blg_sm_slippery"><img alt="" src="http://static.rhap.com/img/170x170/9/1/8/0/1310819_170x170.jpg" class="mt-image-left" style="float: left; margin: 0pt 20px 20px 0pt;" height="170" width="170" /></a> <b><a href="http://www.rhapsody.com/goto?rcid=art.19983&amp;lsrc=blg_sm_slippery">John Cafferty and the Beaver Brown Band</a></b><br />
<b><i><a href="http://play.rhapsody.com/goto?rcid=alb.21776526&amp;lsrc=blg_sm_slippery">Tough All Over</a></i></b><br />
Not to accuse Bon Jovi of "dumbing down" Springsteen rock — dumbness is in the eye of the beholder, after all. But certainly one thing they did to The Boss' aesthetic was to make it less self-consciously authentic and artsy. And they were neither alone nor original in doing this. It's sort of what Bryan Adams did, not to mention early <a href="http://www.rhapsody.com/goto?rcid=art.2310&amp;lsrc=blg_sm_slippery">John Cougar</a>, before he added his actual last name. And then there were these forgotten dudes, from Rhode Island, who were so fake that on their debut LP (1983's Top 10 <a href="http://www.rhapsody.com/goto?rcid=alb.45436471&amp;lsrc=blg_sm_slippery"><i>Eddie and the Cruisers</i></a> soundtrack) they pretended to be an entirely different band. This 1985 follow-up (which only peaked at No. 40) was actually a better record, though. "I work the late night shift at my daddy's shop"; "Me and my buddies rule the corner down on South Beach Avenue"; "Billy said when he was 17 there ain't nothing left here for me now" — you get the idea. Take my hand, and we'll make it, I swear.
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    <title>Producers Corner: Andrew W.K.</title>
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    <published>2011-11-07T23:49:18Z</published>
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    <title>Friday Mixtape: Horn Jamz</title>
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    <published>2011-11-04T17:04:56Z</published>
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    <summary> Devoted readers of The Mix (hi, mom!) might remember that my last Friday Mixtape was called Piano Jamz, and consisted of jams featuring pianos. That playlist was kind of...</summary>
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Devoted readers of The Mix (hi, mom!) might remember that my last <a href="http://www.rhapsody.com/blog/friday-mixtape?lsrc=blg_fm_hrnjmz">Friday Mixtape</a> was called <a href="http://www.rhapsody.com/blog/2011/07/piano?lsrc=blg_fm_hrnjmz">Piano Jamz</a>, and consisted of jams featuring pianos. That playlist was kind of a happy accident: by simply culling together a bunch of songs I dug that featured one or more of those 88 keys, I managed to crisscross a whole slew of genres, eras, sounds, etc. It was a neat exercise, and so I've tried again, this time with horns. The brass in these jams is all over the place -- it's featured front and center, during solos, and is occasionally so cleverly deployed you won't even recognize it as brass at all (dig experimental saxophonist <a href="http://www.rhapsody.com/goto?rcid=art.23640208&amp;lsrc=blg_fm_hrnjmz">Colin Stetson</a>'s mind-bending "Judges," which is one guy, one horn, and no effects or loops (seriously)). Stylistically, we range from classic brawny rock to excitable indie rock to orchestral trip-hop to hip-hop to, of course, jazz. No Horn Jamz playlist would be complete without <a href="http://www.rhapsody.com/goto?rcid=art.2505&amp;lsrc=blg_fm_hrnjmz">Gerry Raferty</a> and <a href="http://www.rhapsody.com/goto?rcid=art.68482&amp;lsrc=blg_fm_hrnjmz">Chuck Mangione</a>, and for those who didn't know Biggie sampled it, be sure to check out <a href="http://www.rhapsody.com/goto?rcid=art.3237&amp;lsrc=blg_fm_hrnjmz">Herb Alpert</a>'s "Rise." Finally, having come of age in the '90s Orange County ska revival scene, I had to throw in some <a href="http://www.rhapsody.com/goto?rcid=art.836&amp;lsrc=blg_fm_hrnjmz">No Doubt</a> and <a href="http://www.rhapsody.com/goto?rcid=art.3967&amp;lsrc=blg_fm_hrnjmz">Mighty Mighty Bosstones</a>. Here's to stuff that blows.
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    <title>Classic Rock Crate Digger: Desperately Seeking The RAWK At Moogfest 2011</title>
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    <published>2011-11-01T17:30:58Z</published>
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An annual celebration of the legacy of synthesizer inventor and engineer Robert Moog, Moogfest might seem like an odd place for a classic rock fan to search for the <I>rawk</I>. But I have my reasons. <br><br>

Like an aging empire suffering perpetual turf wars, rock's boundaries have shrunk inexorably since the 1970s. Back in the day, rock was <I>huge</I>. It could claim both the acoustic and the electronic, the funky and the avant garde, everything from <a href="http://www.rhapsody.com/goto?rcid=art.3604&lsrc=blg_crcd_moogfest">Captain Beefheart</a> and <a href="http://www.rhapsody.com/goto?rcid=art.61613&lsrc=blg_crcd_moogfest">Tangerine Dream</a> to <a href="http://www.rhapsody.com/goto?rcid=art.2664&lsrc=blg_crcd_moogfest">Lou Reed</a> and <a href="http://www.rhapsody.com/goto?rcid=art.615&lsrc=blg_crcd_moogfest">ZZ Top</a> to <a href="http://www.rhapsody.com/goto?rcid=art.2649&lsrc=blg_crcd_moogfest">Funkadelic</a> and <a href="http://www.rhapsody.com/goto?rcid=art.1191&lsrc=blg_crcd_moogfest">Mahavishnu Orchestra</a>. Then there was all the fringe stuff; even the mildly curious rock fan could wind up purchasing a copy of <a href="http://www.rhapsody.com/goto?rcid=art.1679&lsrc=blg_crcd_moogfest">Terry Riley</a>'s <a href="http://www.rhapsody.com/goto?rcid=alb.114654&lsrc=blg_crcd_moogfest"><I>A Rainbow in Curved Air</I></a> or <a href="http://www.rhapsody.com/goto?rcid=art.5912&lsrc=blg_crcd_moogfest">John Coltrane</a>'s <a href="http://www.rhapsody.com/goto?rcid=alb.226386&lsrc=blg_crcd_moogfest"><I>A Love Supreme</I></a> or <a href="http://www.rhapsody.com/goto?rcid=art.5815&lsrc=blg_crcd_moogfest">Miles Davis</a>' <a href="http://www.rhapsody.com/goto?rcid=alb.40307158&lsrc=blg_crcd_moogfest"><I>Bitches Brew</I></a>, because he (or she) had read about it in <I>Rolling Stone</I> or <I>Creem</I>. <br><br>

But those days are long gone. In 2011, rock incorporates little beyond the post-grunge diaspora, jam band shenanigans, senior citizens from the 1960s and '70s, stoner-rock revivalism, some Americana stuff and <a href="http://www.rhapsody.com/goto?rcid=art.40249&lsrc=blg_crcd_moogfest">Wilco</a>. Anything somewhat experimental or strange is almost always tagged indie, alternative, electronic, etc. Here's a perfect example: not too long ago, I had a colleague argue that <a href="http://www.rhapsody.com/goto?rcid=art.4817&lsrc=blg_crcd_moogfest">Radiohead</a>, as captured on their latest album <a href="http://www.rhapsody.com/goto?rcid=alb.45195417&lsrc=blg_crcd_moogfest"><I>The King of Limbs</I></a>, is no longer a rock band. I thought to myself, "If <a href="http://www.rhapsody.com/goto?rcid=art.69132&lsrc=blg_crcd_moogfest">Pink Floyd</a>'s <a href="http://www.rhapsody.com/goto?rcid=alb.261133&lsrc=blg_crcd_moogfest"><I>Ummagumma</I></a>, which is a million times more radical and form-challenging, can belong to the rock canon, then surely the genre is capable of claiming <a href="http://www.rhapsody.com/goto?rcid=art.10620458&lsrc=blg_crcd_moogfest">Thom Yorke</a>'s tepid dabblings in electronic sounds." After all, was it not rock music itself that helped spearhead the electronic revolution in the early 1970s, when all those insane prog dudes started tinkering with synthesizers? <br><br>

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        <![CDATA[And so, this past weekend, October 28-30, I ventured to <a href="http://www.moogfest.com/artists?lsrc=blg_crcd_moogfest" target="_blank">Moogfest 2011</a>, nestled in the autumn-stained Blue Ridge Mountains of North Carolina, in the hopes that I could reclaim some of rock's lost territory amid a schedule packed with electronica, indie pop, hip-hop, techno and ambient music. <br><br>

After checking out my five most notable discoveries, be sure to explore my <br>
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<img alt="20111101-moogfest-anika-200x150.jpg" src="http://blog.rhapsody.com/20111101-moogfest-anika-200x150.jpg" width="200" height="150" class="mt-image-left" style="float: left; padding: 10px;" /> <b><a href="http://www.rhapsody.com/goto?rcid=art.13064954&lsrc=blg_crcd_moogfest">Anika</a>'s Dystopian Chamber Rock</b><br>
My "pleasant surprise" of Moogfest. I knew nothing of Anika before the English-German singer's Friday-night gig. A friend roped me in, thankfully. Comparisons to <a href="http://www.rhapsody.com/goto?rcid=art.14462&lsrc=blg_crcd_moogfest">Nico</a> pop up in reviews of her debut album for the Stones Throw imprint; the monochromatic tenor and chamber-rock vibe are there, more or less, yet Anika's sound is also deeply rooted in Factory-grade post-punk -- <a href="http://www.rhapsody.com/goto?rcid=art.44845&lsrc=blg_crcd_moogfest">A Certain Ratio</a> meets Blanco Y Negro-era <a href="http://www.rhapsody.com/goto?rcid=art.60999&lsrc=blg_crcd_moogfest">Jesus and Mary Chain</a>, maybe? <br><br>

What's interesting is how she applies this clanging aesthetic to vintage '60s music. She covered both <a href="http://www.rhapsody.com/goto?rcid=art.38141&lsrc=blg_crcd_moogfest">The Kinks</a>' "I Go to Sleep" and <a href="http://www.rhapsody.com/goto?rcid=art.831&lsrc=blg_crcd_moogfest">Dylan</a>'s "Masters of War." (I'd love to hear her tackle <a href="http://www.rhapsody.com/goto?rcid=art.43266&lsrc=blg_crcd_moogfest">The Doors</a>' "Hello, I Love You.") And her backing group is quite superb: efficient, tight, percussive and capable of slipping in and out of dubby waves of reverb. Plus, each instrument is soaked in an exquisite decay. Just so you know: file next to <a href="http://www.rhapsody.com/goto?rcid=art.28991012&lsrc=blg_crcd_moogfest">Zola Jesus</a> rather than <a href="http://www.rhapsody.com/goto?rcid=art.28223174&lsrc=blg_crcd_moogfest">Mayer Hawthorne</a>. <br><br>


Listen to Anika, <a href="http://play.rhapsody.com/goto?rcid=alb.43812643&lsrc=blg_crcd_moogfest"><I>Anika</I></a><br><br>
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Swedish producer Axel Willner sits at the forefront of minimal techno's recentish fascination with Krautrock, dream pop, ambient music and cosmic disco. Though it's constructed from loops and breaks, The Field's music is pure space rock to these ears, an electronic descendent of <a href="http://www.rhapsody.com/goto?rcid=art.43958&lsrc=blg_crcd_moogfest">Neu!</a>, <a href="http://www.rhapsody.com/goto?rcid=art.3568&lsrc=blg_crcd_moogfest">Can</a>, <a href="http://www.rhapsody.com/goto?rcid=art.2772&lsrc=blg_crcd_moogfest">Jean Michel Jarre</a>, Floyd and, in a weird way, <a href="http://www.rhapsody.com/goto?rcid=art.4790&lsrc=blg_crcd_moogfest">E.L.O.</a> ("Is This Power" has an <I>Out of the Blue</I>-styled purr to it). The fact that Willner has added a drummer and bassist (a move reminiscent of <a href="http://www.rhapsody.com/goto?rcid=art.20234294&lsrc=blg_crcd_moogfest">The Mortiz von Oswald Trio</a>) only strengthens these associations, especially in the live setting, which in this instance was the Thomas Wolfe Auditorium, a classy theater setup. <br><br>

The trio fought through PA issues (not enough BASS!), but they proved to be exceptionally physical. Jasper Skarin, behind the kit, was something of a brute, pushing the ensemble into <a href="http://www.rhapsody.com/goto?rcid=art.22189511&lsrc=blg_crcd_moogfest">Motorik</a> bliss. Overall, the music might've been sleek and gorgeous, but in terms of pure ecstatic hypnotism, The Field altered my consciousness the same way a <a href="http://www.rhapsody.com/goto?rcid=art.3313&lsrc=blg_crcd_moogfest">Hawkwind</a> album does. <br><br>

Listen to The Field, <a href="http://play.rhapsody.com/goto?rcid=alb.28082682&lsrc=blg_crcd_moogfest"><I>Yesterday and Today</I></a><br><br>
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On my way to the AniMoog Playground stage -- outdoors, at night, in the cold -- a car passed by blasting "Carry on My Wayward Son." A portent, because this was a true rock-concert venue, a parking-lot party pen containing food trucks, beer tents and costumed weirdoes bopping about with DayGlo paint smeared across their foreheads. The Flaming Lips are many things all woven together: heartland misfits who emerged from '80s hardcore, modern American Spiritualist bohemians and trickster Discordians with a taste for alien mythology. Moreover, they're ability to embrace concert-as-ritual without surrendering their Midwestern sense of self-deprecation and prairie-dry irony (wise-acre guru Wayne Coyne shouting "C'mon, It's Saturday night!" over and over) is impressive. <br><br>

Nearly everything on stage glowed in luminous white, with grimy rainbows splattered about. Behind the instruments stood a massive, half-circle video screen. It opened tonight's ceremony with a pixilated image of a golden goddess, shapely and dancing. After several slinky gyrations, her vagina went supernova, quickly turning into an actual doorway, from which each Flaming Lip was, uh, <I>birthed</I>. The lone exception was Coyne. Inside his space bubble (a cosmic placenta?), he bounced into the audience, whose hands carried him to and fro. It's obvious the guy grew up digging the theatrics of "Slipperman"-era <a href="http://www.rhapsody.com/goto?rcid=art.43290&lsrc=blg_crcd_moogfest">Genesis</a>, Floyd and <a href="http://www.rhapsody.com/goto?rcid=art.61027&lsrc=blg_crcd_moogfest">The Dead</a> (uncanny how the band flirt with dancing-bear zaniness without drowning in a vat of Cheez Whiz). <br><br>

As for the music, I'm of the belief that The Lips were most potent in the 1992 to '95 zone, back when they struck that sublime balance between the aggro-chaos of their garage days and a <a href="http://www.rhapsody.com/goto?rcid=art.44122&lsrc=blg_crcd_moogfest">Beach Boys</a>-like knack for visionary pop. It's also when mind-bending guitarist Ronald Jones dominated their sound. That said, I tip my hat to the band for refusing to castrate their eccentricity as they've climbed fame's ladder. Their newer material, though more cuddly, betrays a love for modern heavies <a href="http://www.rhapsody.com/goto?rcid=art.6235039&lsrc=blg_crcd_moogfest">Animal Collective</a>, <a href="http://www.rhapsody.com/goto?rcid=art.39916&lsrc=blg_crcd_moogfest">Andrew W.K.</a> and <a href="http://www.rhapsody.com/goto?rcid=art.10071&lsrc=blg_crcd_moogfest">Lightning Bolt</a> (with whom they've recently collaborated). The most prog moment of the evening arrived when the band unleashed an utterly straight-faced rendition of <a href="http://www.rhapsody.com/goto?rcid=art.7098&lsrc=blg_crcd_moogfest">Emerson, Lake & Palmer</a>'s "Lucky Man." The sky was filled with balloons and confetti, to boot. <br><br>

Listen to The Flaming Lips, <a href="http://play.rhapsody.com/goto?rcid=alb.31541065&lsrc=blg_crcd_moogfest"><I>The Flaming Lips and Stardeath and White Dwarfs With Henry Rollins and Peaches Doing Dark Side of the Moon</I></a><br><br>
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<b><a href="http://www.rhapsody.com/goto?rcid=art.5277&lsrc=blg_crcd_moogfest">Amon Tobin</a> Channels His Inner <a href="http://www.rhapsody.com/goto?rcid=art.5641&lsrc=blg_crcd_moogfest">Rick Wakeman</a></b><br>
Never mind that Wakeman is a grizzled keyboardist from the '70s, while Tobin is a whiz kid of modern post-everything electronic music; both artists surround themselves with abstruse technology and produce dense music that's symphonic, not terribly rhythmic and conceptual in nature (often falling somewhere along the sci-fi/fantasy axis). Even more telling: both have staged elaborate shows that are pretentious and overblown. For Wakeman it was <a href="http://www.rhapsody.com/goto?rcid=alb.92959&lsrc=blg_crcd_moogfest"><I>King Arthur on Ice</I></a>; for Tobin it's <I>ISAM</I>. <br><br>

The producer knows fans don't want pay to see a lone dude standing on an arena-sized stage, messing with a laptop and whatever else. Thus, for his latest tour, he hides inside a big glowing cube, itself tucked inside an even bigger structure that resembles a cross between Superman's faux-Krypton abode at the North Pole (see <I>Superman II</I>) and Q*bert's cubist pyramid. Across the façade, Tobin projects all manner of CGI hokum: dancing geometry, graphic-design eye candy and even massive spaceships plowing deep into the cosmos -- these look like Playstation 3 commercials, in all honesty. Surely, this guy read his fare share of Michael Moorcock growing up? <br><br>

Listen to Amon Tobin, <a href="http://play.rhapsody.com/goto?rcid=alb.45774111&lsrc=blg_crcd_moogfest"><I>ISAM</I></a><br><br>
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The bands-playing-their-classic-albums trend is silly, though certainly tempting to experience every now and then. My main problem revolves around older rock musicians, particularly rhythm players, attempting to recreate the music of their youth when they so obviously lack the strength, energy and stamina to do so. It's like asking 2011 Kobe to float above the rim the way he did in '99. <br><br>

But in the case of Suicide, this perspective is complicated by the fact that the band's sound -- outside of <a href="http://www.rhapsody.com/goto?rcid=art.6803845&lsrc=blg_crcd_moogfest">Alan Vega</a>'s voice, of course -- is the product of synthesizers and drum machines. These don't grow old or ever experience fatigue; so long as <a href="http://www.rhapsody.com/goto?rcid=art.8741&lsrc=blg_crcd_moogfest">Martin Rev</a> can use his hands, the band can successfully produce the sinister industrial garage-rock propulsion of their iconic debut album. Which they did here. Rev's synth-work was even more raw and violent, in fact: there were stretches when he started punching keys with clenched fists. <br><br>

In contrast, Alan Vega, 73, definitely feels time. His legs are stiff, plus his phantom croon is more of a dirty growl (he smoked numerous cigs and drank plenty of Heinekens while onstage). Nevertheless, he found a way to channel the gnarled fatalism wrapped around his heart like barbed wire. The highlight was "Frankie Teardrop," an 11-minute nightmare about a factory worker whose poverty drives him to kill his wife, kid and, finally, himself (<a href="http://www.rhapsody.com/goto?rcid=art.298&lsrc=blg_crcd_moogfest">Springsteen</a>'s <a href="http://www.rhapsody.com/goto?rcid=alb.226566&lsrc=blg_crcd_moogfest"><I>Nebraska</I></a> sounds upbeat in comparison). It was apparent Vega didn't remember all the words, so he just started damning America to hell beat-poetry-style -- not just the system, but the revolutionaries as well. We're <I>all</I> screwed, he was saying. Totally riveting. <br><br>

Listen to Suicide, <a href="http://play.rhapsody.com/goto?rcid=alb.99012&lsrc=blg_crcd_moogfest"><I>Suicide</I></a><br><br>
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    <title>The Mix&apos;s Guide to Moogfest 2011</title>
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    <summary> Only in its second year, Moogfest has quickly become one of the United States&apos; more diverse and cutting-edge music festivals. It&apos;s also one of the country&apos;s most scenic. Taking...</summary>
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Only in its second year, Moogfest has quickly become one of the United States' more diverse and cutting-edge music festivals. It's also one of the country's most scenic. Taking place in Asheville, N.C., on Halloween weekend (October 28-30), the three-day event will be awash in the fiery reds and incandescent yellows that dot the surrounding Blue Ridge Mountains in late autumn.<br /><br />

The mission of Moogfest is to celebrate the legacy of the late Robert Moog. For those of you who aren't gearheads, Moog, an engineer, played a critical role in the development of modern music when he created the Moog synthesizer (as well as a host of related technology). In the late 1960s and early '70s, this unique electronic instrument was initially embraced by underground and avant-garde musicians: modern classical composers, psychedelic heads, composers who made a living scoring science-fiction and horror movies, prog rockers and the fathers of Krautrock. A slew of pop stars &#8212; including Beatle <a href="http://www.rhapsody.com/goto?rcid=art.55146&amp;lsrc=blg_plmoogfest">George Harrison</a>, who created his 1968 album <i>Electronic Sound</i> with a Moog synth &#8212; also helped expose the world to these strange new instruments. But over the next two decades, Moog's myriad innovations helped spawn an electronic-music revolution, one that has shaped nearly every genre out there (okay, maybe bluegrass not so much). <br /><br />

This year's Moogfest lineup reflects the breadth and scope of Moog's innovations. The brain-surge explorations of <a href="http://www.rhapsody.com/goto?rcid=art.6996&amp;lsrc=blg_plmoogfest">The Flaming Lips</a> rub shoulders with <a href="http://www.rhapsody.com/goto?rcid=art.4054&amp;lsrc=blg_plmoogfest">Moby</a>'s pop electronica and <a href="http://www.rhapsody.com/goto?rcid=art.5230944&amp;lsrc=blg_plmoogfest">TV on the Radio</a>'s atmospheric indie rock. The absurdist electro-noise of <a href="http://www.rhapsody.com/goto?rcid=art.16932195&amp;lsrc=blg_plmoogfest">Crystal Castles</a> can be heard the very same night as <a href="http://www.rhapsody.com/goto?rcid=art.4211&amp;lsrc=blg_plmoogfest">Suicide</a> recreate their legendary <a href="http://www.rhapsody.com/goto?rcid=alb.99012&amp;lsrc=blg_plmoogfest">self-titled</a> debut album. The more <i>out there</i> sounds are also well represented, from <a href="http://www.rhapsody.com/goto?rcid=art.9119040&amp;lsrc=blg_plmoogfest">The Field</a>'s icy ambient techno to <a href="http://www.rhapsody.com/goto?rcid=art.30765631&amp;lsrc=blg_plmoogfest">Oneohtrix Point Never</a>'s kosmische musik revivalism to <a href="http://www.rhapsody.com/goto?rcid=art.38581762&amp;lsrc=blg_plmoogfest">AraabMUZIK</a>'s blend of hip-hop and trance-tinged dance music. Then there's all them old-school synth pioneers. In addition to performances by <a href="http://www.rhapsody.com/goto?rcid=art.61613&amp;lsrc=blg_plmoogfest">Tangerine Dream</a> and Hans-Joachim Roedelius, <a href="http://www.rhapsody.com/goto?rcid=art.3864&amp;lsrc=blg_plmoogfest">Brian Eno</a>'s multimedia art exhibit <i>77 Million Paintings</i> will be on display. <br /><br />

For a nearly exhaustive sonic preview, check out my <a href="http://play.rhapsody.com/playlistcentral/playlistdetail?playlistId=ply.51239025&amp;lsrc=blg_plmoogfest"><img alt="" src="http://static.rhap.com/img/rn/img/3/9/9/9/52249993.gif" border="0" height="14" width="18" /></a><b><a href="http://www.rhapsody.com/playlist/Pp.51239025?lsrc=blg_plmoogfest">The Mix's Guide to Moogfest 2011</a></b> playlist. <br /><br /><br />
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    <title>Source Material: Zac Brown Band, You Get What You Give</title>
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    <published>2011-10-26T17:25:29Z</published>
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    <summary> &quot;I got my toes in the water/ Ass in the sand/ Not a worry in the world/ A cold beer in my hand,&quot; begins Zac Brown Band&apos;s mega-hit &quot;Toes.&quot;...</summary>
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"I got my toes in the water/ Ass in the sand/ Not a worry in the world/ A cold beer in my hand," begins <a href="http://www.rhapsody.com/goto?rcid=art.22714272&amp;lsrc=blg_smzacbrown">Zac Brown Band</a>'s mega-hit "Toes." That Brown finishes his ode to dropping out with a serene "life is good today" makes it all the more appealing &#8212; pure escapism in these tough economic times. And judging by his sales, millions have been willing to buy into that philosophy and escape for a while, even if just for the hour-plus it takes for Brown's second studio album, <a href="http://www.rhapsody.com/goto?rcid=alb.40811301&amp;lsrc=blg_smzacbrown"><i>You Get What You Give</i></a>, to play from start to finish.<br /><br />
Georgia native Zac Brown was the 11th child in a family of 12. His guitar-playing father exposed the clan to a variety of music, and the young songwriter really hunkered down with his siblings' record collections &#8212; especially that of his oldest brother, 21 years Zac's senior. He thus absorbed singer-songwriters, country and bluegrass, pop, and rock without prejudice. <br /><br />
When Brown entered college, he formed a band to help pay his tuition. The band sort of drifted in and out of status, but the events of September 11, 2001, inspired Brown to quit school and concentrate on music full time. Christened The Zac Brown Band, he and his cohorts racked up an amazing 200 gigs their first year, playing anywhere that would have them, be it country clubs or jam festivals. All of these experiences have shaped their somewhat country, singer-songwriter-ish, yacht-rock-meets-slightly-hippie-dippy sound. <br /><br />
And while that sound is difficult to pin down, their influences are a bit easier to spot. So let's peel back some layers and divine the influences of 2010's platinum-selling <i>You Get What You Give</i>. If you want to cut right to the music, this playlist includes both Z.B.B. songs and their direct influences. The rest can read on.<br /><br />
Click here to listen to our accompanying playlist: <a href="http://play.rhapsody.com/playlistcentral/playlistdetail?playlistId=ply.51297119&amp;lsrc=blg_smzacbrown"><img alt="" src="http://static.rhap.com/img/rn/img/3/9/9/9/52249993.gif" border="0" height="14" width="18" /></a><b><a href="http://www.rhapsody.com/playlist/Pp.51297119?lsrc=blg_smzacbrown">Source Material: Zac Brown Band, <i>You Get What You Give</i></a></b><br><br>

With their mix of sweet harmonies, fluid craftsmanship and signature noodly guitar jams, The Grateful Dead are one of the biggest influences on modern-day jam bands &#8212; The Zac Brown Band included. <br /><br />


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<b><i><a href="http://play.rhapsody.com/goto?rcid=alb.9057512&amp;lsrc=blg_smzacbrown">American Beauty</a></i></b><br />
Digging the Grateful Dead ain't cool; that's why the majority of country rockers name-drop <a href="http://www.rhapsody.com/goto?rcid=alb.26873871&amp;lsrc=blg_smzacbrown"><i>Grievous Angel</i></a>, <a href="http://www.rhapsody.com/goto?rcid=alb.301712&amp;lsrc=blg_smzacbrown"><i>Sweetheart of the Rodeo</i></a>, and <a href="http://www.rhapsody.com/goto?rcid=alb.228322&amp;lsrc=blg_smzacbrown"><i>Music from Big Pink</i></a> while "forgetting" to mention <i>American Beauty</i>. But they really should champion this LP, because every single American knows this record note-for-note. It has become a part of our cultural DNA. Plus, it's just such a beautiful collection of cosmic, post-psychedelic bluegrass. Who among us hasn't ever had his or her heartstrings pulled just once by Papa <a href="http://www.rhapsody.com/goto?rcid=art.39482&amp;lsrc=blg_smzacbrown">Jerry</a>'s hushed falsetto on "Ripple," or cranked "Box of Rain" while cruising down the interstate? [Justin Farrar]<br /><br />
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Few songs embody dropping out in paradise more completely than Jimmy Buffett's "Margaritaville." And who knew, back in '77, that the song would spawn the whole "gulf and Western" style of country music? But have you heard <i>Barometer Soup</i>? That 1995 album proved that late-period Buffett could still conjure up potent fantasies of tropical vacations, tourist towns and sandy beaches.  <br /><br />

<a href="http://www.rhapsody.com/goto?rcid=alb.112144&amp;lsrc=blg_smzacbrown"><img alt="" src="http://static.rhap.com/img/170x170/1/2/0/9/659021_170x170.jpg" class="mt-image-left" style="float: left; margin: 0pt 20px 20px 0pt;" height="170" width="170" /></a> <b><a href="http://www.rhapsody.com/goto?rcid=art.55136&amp;lsrc=blg_smzacbrown">Jimmy Buffet</a></b><br />
<b><i><a href="http://play.rhapsody.com/goto?rcid=alb.112144&amp;lsrc=blg_smzacbrown">Barometer Soup</a></i></b><br />
Musically, <i>Barometer Soup</i> covers much of the same territory as other, better-known albums by Jimmy Buffett. Yes, the steel drums, tropical motifs and island melodies are all present and accounted for. Many of these songs were inspired during a reading frenzy (Mark Twain and Ernest Hemingway, among others), so it comes as no surprise that <i>Barometer Soup</i> includes some of Buffett's strongest '90s-era storytelling songs. Highlights include "Diamond as Big as the Ritz," "Barometer Soup," "Barefoot Children" and the smokin' cover of James Taylor's "Mexico." [Linda Ryan]<br /><br />
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Speaking of James Taylor, there's something about the tone of Zac Brown's voice that calls to mind the king of "dad rock." It's a warm, enticing timbre that immediately draws you in and seems to go hand-in-hand with the whole "slow down and enjoy the moment" zeitgeist.  <br /><br />

<a href="http://www.rhapsody.com/goto?rcid=alb.233158&amp;lsrc=blg_smzacbrown"><img alt="" src="http://static.rhap.com/img/170x170/0/9/9/7/587990_170x170.jpg" class="mt-image-left" style="float: left; margin: 0pt 20px 20px 0pt;" height="170" width="170" /></a> <b><a href="http://www.rhapsody.com/goto?rcid=art.6421&amp;lsrc=blg_smzacbrown">James Taylor</a></b><br />
<b><i><a href="http://play.rhapsody.com/goto?rcid=alb.233158&amp;lsrc=blg_smzacbrown">Gorilla</a></i></b><br />
James Taylor's well-crafted songs, understated tenor and pristine production combine to inspire a true sense of well-being &#8212; even when his subject matter isn't quite so upbeat, as in "Angry Blues." Released in 1975, <i>Gorilla</i> features "Mexico" and "Lighthouse," two breathtaking beauties made resplendent by the harmonies added by <a href="http://www.rhapsody.com/goto?rcid=art.9045&amp;lsrc=blg_smzacbrown">David Crosby</a> and <a href="http://www.rhapsody.com/goto?rcid=art.6871&amp;lsrc=blg_smzacbrown">Graham Nash</a>. The big hit here was the cover of the Motown staple "How Sweet It Is (To Be Loved By You)," which returned Taylor to the upper reaches of the charts. Taylor's low-key, confessional style started an avalanche of copycat singer-songwriters. [L.R.]<br /><br />
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Here's a universal truth: the single greatest on-the-road song is The Allman Brothers' "Ramblin' Man." Brown, a fellow Georgian, probably heard this song in utero. It should come as no surprise that he tweaked The Allman Brothers' blueprint &#8212; the shuffling beat, the dashes of jam, the insider's take on the road &#8212; and added a poetic spin. <br /><br />  

<a href="http://www.rhapsody.com/goto?rcid=alb.99988&amp;lsrc=blg_smzacbrown"><img alt="" src="http://static.rhap.com/img/170x170/7/0/5/9/389507_170x170.jpg" class="mt-image-left" style="float: left; margin: 0pt 20px 20px 0pt;" height="170" width="170" /></a> <b><a href="http://www.rhapsody.com/goto?rcid=art.60982&amp;lsrc=blg_smzacbrown">The Allman Brothers</a></b><br />
<b><i><a href="http://play.rhapsody.com/goto?rcid=alb.99988&amp;lsrc=blg_smzacbrown">A Decade of Hits 1969-1979</a></i></b><br />
This compilation captures The Allman Brothers at the height of their powers, albeit leaning more heavily on the formative years, before tragedies, druggy dissolution and plain orneriness took away some of the group's luster. But with <i>Decade</i>, you are thrust back into their glory days, when they conjured up dark tales of thwarted romance, dashed ambitions and enduring friendship, and affixed them to heroic guitar runs, freefalling slide riffs, jazzy interludes and the soulful blues that revolutionized Southern rock. Every track on this collection is stellar; "Wasted Words" is an underrated gem. [Jaan Uhelszki]<br /><br />
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Although The Zac Brown Band are making a solid run at the title, Kenny Chesney is the still-reigning king of dropping-out-in-paradise songs: "No Shoes, No Shirt (No Problems)" is one of Chesney's very best. Without question, Brown and company took the singer's "The sun and the sand/ And a drink in my hand" manifesto and ran with it, giving us some wonderful feel-good songs in the process.  <br /><br />

<a href="http://www.rhapsody.com/goto?rcid=alb.105370&amp;lsrc=blg_smzacbrown"><img alt="" src="http://static.rhap.com/img/170x170/1/4/7/7/507741_170x170.jpg" class="mt-image-left" style="float: left; margin: 0pt 20px 20px 0pt;" height="170" width="170" /></a> <b><a href="http://www.rhapsody.com/goto?rcid=art.43391&amp;lsrc=blg_smzacbrown">Kenny Chesney</a></b><br />
<b><i><a href="http://play.rhapsody.com/goto?rcid=alb.105370&amp;lsrc=blg_smzacbrown">No Shoes, No Shirt, No Problems</a></i></b><br />
Although Kenny Chesney looks like a humorless tough guy on the cover, <i>No Shoes, No Shirt, No Problem</i>s is actually one of his most romantic and endearing offerings. Chesney seems to know instinctively how to home in on that sweet spot between youth and adulthood, where our heads take us one place and our hearts (or is it the hormones?) take us another, as "Young" and "Never Gonna Feel Like That Again" attest. When things get too serious, Chesney offers a slice of tropical paradise in "No Shoes, No Shirt (No Problems)" and some dream time with the up-tempo "Big Star" and "Live Those Songs." [L.R.]<br /><br />
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The Z.B.B. song "Whiskey's Gone" is one of the most down-home-sounding songs on <i>You Get What You Give</i>. This fiddle-crazed rabblerouser is an ode to drinking away your woman, and given that there's some fine jam-band noodling going on, the track can't help but make you think of "Devil Went Down to Georgia."   <br /><br />


<a href="http://www.rhapsody.com/goto?rcid=alb.233083&amp;lsrc=blg_smzacbrown"><img alt="" src="http://static.rhap.com/img/170x170/5/9/3/1/611395_170x170.jpg" class="mt-image-left" style="float: left; margin: 0pt 20px 20px 0pt;" height="170" width="170" /></a> <b><a href="http://www.rhapsody.com/goto?rcid=art.3250&amp;lsrc=blg_smzacbrown">Charlie Daniels Band</a></b><br />
<b><i><a href="http://play.rhapsody.com/goto?rcid=alb.233083&amp;lsrc=blg_smzacbrown">A Decade of Hits</a></i></b><br />
"Uneasy Rider" is still perfect &#8212; a tall tale of a new outlaw, peace-loving but not a damn fool about it, grabbing a redneck by the symbolic short hair. But a year later, "The South's Gonna Do It Again" sang the praises of longhaired rednecks, and he never looked back. A safer tall tale, the predictable "Devil Went Down to Georgia" put him back on the singles charts in 1979, and in 1980 the Russkie-baiting "America" proved what the self-reliant individualism of "Long Haired Country Boy" was good for. Already pushing 50, he's just a Southerner of a certain generation. Sometimes he's a lot of fun. If he sang as good as <a href="http://www.rhapsody.com/goto?rcid=art.6043&amp;lsrc=blg_smzacbrown">Merle Haggard</a>, we might even forgive his jingoism. (Grade: B) [Robert Christgau]<br /><br />
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Robert Earl Keen has an amazing way with words and can spin tales of despair or romance or regret (you get the idea) with enviable effortlessness &#8212; or so it seems every time one of his songs induces a smile or makes your heart ache. <br /><br />


<a href="http://www.rhapsody.com/goto?rcid=alb.299874&amp;lsrc=blg_smzacbrown"><img alt="" src="http://static.rhap.com/img/170x170/4/3/8/8/568834_170x170.jpg" class="mt-image-left" style="float: left; margin: 0pt 20px 20px 0pt;" height="170" width="170" /></a> <b><a href="http://www.rhapsody.com/goto?rcid=art.68985&amp;lsrc=blg_smzacbrown">Robert Earl Keen</a></b><br />
<b><i><a href="http://play.rhapsody.com/goto?rcid=alb.299874&amp;lsrc=blg_smzacbrown">Farm Fresh Onions</a></i></b><br />
Robert Earl Keen's distinctive voice may not be typical or radio-friendly, but it infuses his songs with enough life, emotion and wit to sell them with ease. <i>Farm Fresh Onions</i> takes his sound in a new direction to keep things fresh. Highlights include the jangling "All I Have Is Today," the wistful "Out There in the Middle" (with <a href="http://www.rhapsody.com/goto?rcid=art.43712&amp;lsrc=blg_smzacbrown">Shawn Colvin</a> providing beautiful background vocals) and the funky spunk of "Floppy Shoes." [L.R.]<br /><br />
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Alan Jackson is one of country music's greatest ambassadors. A true traditionalist, his deep voice resonates instantly, whether he's raising hell or giving heavenly thanks. It's no wonder that this country music statesman was asked to be the voice of reason in the Z.B.B. hit "As She's Walking Away." <br /><br />

<a href="http://www.rhapsody.com/goto?rcid=alb.42484205&amp;lsrc=blg_smzacbrown"><img alt="" src="http://static.rhap.com/img/170x170/5/5/3/1/2211355_170x170.jpg" class="mt-image-left" style="float: left; margin: 0pt 20px 20px 0pt;" height="170" width="170" /></a> <b><a href="http://www.rhapsody.com/goto?rcid=art.1046&amp;lsrc=blg_smzacbrown">Alan Jackson</a></b><br />
<b><i><a href="http://play.rhapsody.com/goto?rcid=alb.42484205&amp;lsrc=blg_smzacbrown">34 Number Ones</a></i></b><br />
What better way to celebrate Alan Jackson's 20 years in the music business, and his whopping 34 No. 1 hits, than with a career retrospective? Beloved songs such as "Where Were You (When the World Stopped Turning)," "Here in the Real World" and "Remember When" sit alongside upbeat gems like "Who's Cheatin' Who," "Little Bitty" and "It's Five O'Clock Somewhere." Three new songs are included on this masterpiece: "As She's Walking Away" (his hit with The Zac Brown Band), "Look at Me" and "Ring of Fire," an updated, swinging version of the <a href="http://www.rhapsody.com/goto?rcid=art.67317&amp;lsrc=blg_smzacbrown">Cash</a> classic. Perfection. [L.R.]<br /><br />
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When The Zac Brown Band started out, they played as many jam festivals as they did country events. While on tour with the Dave Matthews Band, Brown often told stories of sneaking out to see D.M.B. shows in the Southeast during his formative years. The loose, carefree jams included in many of his songs are indicative of how much those hit-makers inspired him, alongside other jam bands like moe. <br /><br />


<a href="http://www.rhapsody.com/goto?rcid=alb.12249421&amp;lsrc=blg_smzacbrown"><img alt="" src="http://static.rhap.com/img/170x170/7/5/7/0/930757_170x170.jpg" class="mt-image-left" style="float: left; margin: 0pt 20px 20px 0pt;" height="170" width="170" /></a> <b><a href="http://www.rhapsody.com/goto?rcid=art.62051&amp;lsrc=blg_smzacbrown">Dave Matthews Band</a></b><br />
<b><i><a href="http://play.rhapsody.com/goto?rcid=alb.12249421&amp;lsrc=blg_smzacbrown">The Best of What's Around Vol. 1</a></i></b><br />
After more than a decade of touring, six studio albums and countless bootleg recordings, The Dave Matthews Band finally deliver a greatest-hits package, and it's exactly the kind that fans will love. We say that because it was the fans themselves that chose the songs. Of the two-disc set, the first is stocked with D.M.B.'s album hits, including "What Would You Say" and "Crash into Me," while the second is a compilation of live recordings from across the country. You asked for it, you got it. Now that's true fan appreciation. [Jonathan Zwickel]<br /><br />
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<a href="http://www.rhapsody.com/goto?rcid=alb.320368&amp;lsrc=blg_smzacbrown"><img alt="" src="http://static.rhap.com/img/170x170/1/9/5/1/611591_170x170.jpg" class="mt-image-left" style="float: left; margin: 0pt 20px 20px 0pt;" height="170" width="170" /></a> <b><a href="http://www.rhapsody.com/goto?rcid=art.39678&amp;lsrc=blg_smzacbrown">moe.</a></b><br />
<b><i><a href="http://play.rhapsody.com/goto?rcid=alb.320368&amp;lsrc=blg_smzacbrown">Tin Cans and Car Tires</a></i></b><br />
Moe's Southern-comforted jam rock is at its best on their fourth LP. Radio-friendly tracks such as "Letter Home" and "Nebraska" reveal a group that's matured from their goofy bar-band days. However, live psychedelic-jam favorites such as "Spaz Medicine" and "Head" remind us they still know how to have a funky good time. [J.Z.]<br /><br />
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    <title>Cheat Sheet: The Singer-Songwriter Beyond Folk Music</title>
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    <summary> The singer-songwriter movement is generally depicted as an outgrowth of the 1960s folk revival. Near decade&apos;s end, as the story goes, denim-clad bards and feathery songbirds such as James...</summary>
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The singer-songwriter movement is generally depicted as an outgrowth of the 1960s folk revival. Near decade's end, as the story goes, denim-clad bards and feathery songbirds such as James Taylor, Joni Mitchell and Jackson Browne shifted folk music's gaze off the world outside, including all its myriad political and social crises, and cast it upon humanity's inner realms (i.e. questions addressing emotional and psychic health, existential inquiry, love, relationships, even faith). Though these artists pushed folk into an orbit closer to pop's sonic palette, their music remained predominantly acoustic, centering around the solo performer as well.<br /><br />

What this version of history doesn't totally take into account are those who pushed the singer-songwriter archetype far beyond the sonic boundaries of folk music. Some, of course, were hardcore folkies for years before opening up their respective styles to unexpected influences and novel inspirations. Joni Mitchell and the great John Martyn, both of whom explored hybrids of jazz and funk, are perfect examples of this. However, the idea of "the confessional," the aesthetic cornerstone of the singer-songwriter, popped up in genres as distant as soul, progressive rock and symphonic pop. Look at it this way: had Marvin Gaye hung out at David Crosby's house in Laurel Canyon in the early 1970s, he would most certainly go down as one of the decade's great singer-songwriters. Right? <br /><br />

Spanning the late 1960s to the early '90s, the collection of albums below is an attempt to chart just a few of the non-folk musicians who created some of the most deeply confessional music of the last half-century. <br /><br />

Be sure to also check out my <a href="http://play.rhapsody.com/playlistcentral/playlistdetail?playlistId=ply.51239036&amp;lsrc=blg_cssingsong"><img alt="" src="http://static.rhap.com/img/rn/img/3/9/9/9/52249993.gif" border="0" height="14" width="18" /></a><b><a href="http://www.rhapsody.com/playlist/Pp.51239036?lsrc=blg_cssingsong">Cheat Sheet: The Singer-Songwriter Beyond Folk Music</a></b> playlist. <br /><br /><br />



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        <![CDATA[<a href="http://www.rhapsody.com/goto?rcid=alb.112386&amp;lsrc=blg_cssingsong"><img alt="" src="http://static.rhap.com/img/170x170/7/1/1/2/242117_170x170.jpg" class="mt-image-left" style="float: left; margin: 0pt 20px 20px 0pt;" height="170" width="170" /></a> <b><a href="http://www.rhapsody.com/goto?rcid=art.44122&amp;lsrc=blg_cssingsong">The Beach Boys</a></b><br />
<b><i><a href="http://play.rhapsody.com/goto?rcid=alb.112386&amp;lsrc=blg_cssingsong">Pet Sounds</a></i></b><br />
Classics such as "God Only Knows," "Wouldn't It Be Nice," and "Sloop John B" blend into one rapturous symphony that combines 1960s pop, avant-garde arrangements, goofball innocence and oddly reverential, pained genius. Initially ignored in the U.S., the record was instantly hailed as a masterpiece in the U.K. <a href="http://www.rhapsody.com/goto?rcid=art.956&amp;lsrc=blg_cssingsong">Paul McCartney</a> still ranks it as the greatest album ever made. [Nick Dedina]<br /><br />
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<a href="http://www.rhapsody.com/goto?rcid=alb.17839950&amp;lsrc=blg_cssingsong"><img alt="" src="http://static.rhap.com/img/170x170/7/3/8/9/1169837_170x170.jpg" class="mt-image-left" style="float: left; margin: 0pt 20px 20px 0pt;" height="170" width="170" /></a> <b><a href="http://www.rhapsody.com/goto?rcid=art.2196&amp;lsrc=blg_cssingsong">Marvin Gaye</a></b><br />
<b><i><a href="http://play.rhapsody.com/goto?rcid=alb.17839950&amp;lsrc=blg_cssingsong">Here, My Dear</a></i></b><br />
A bomb in its day, then suppressed for years, <i>Here, My Dear</i> came about when a divorce court told Gaye that all the proceeds from his next album would go to his ex-wife. A career highlight, Gaye's painfully autobiographical masterwork exquisitely charts the course of a failed marriage, from "I Met a Little Girl" to "Anger" to "Falling in Love Again." [N.D.]<br /><br />
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<a href="http://www.rhapsody.com/goto?rcid=alb.6388605&amp;lsrc=blg_cssingsong"><img alt="" src="http://static.rhap.com/img/170x170/8/5/8/6/646858_170x170.jpg" class="mt-image-left" style="float: left; margin: 0pt 20px 20px 0pt;" height="170" width="170" /></a> <b><a href="http://www.rhapsody.com/goto?rcid=art.1962&amp;lsrc=blg_cssingsong">Scott Walker</a></b><br />
<b><i><a href="http://play.rhapsody.com/goto?rcid=alb.6388605&amp;lsrc=blg_cssingsong">Scott 4</a></i></b><br />
Scott Walker's first three solo albums were artistic triumphs and commercial U.K. chart-toppers. After that, he released a set of standards from his short-lived BBC TV series, which can be found on <a href="http://www.rhapsody.com/goto?rcid=alb.26742703&amp;lsrc=blg_cssingsong"><i>Classics &amp; Collectibles</i></a>. Then he put out this, his first completely self-written set, to little public interest. What changed is a mystery; perhaps listeners already had had enough of Walker's beautifully sung avant-garde anti-pop. This is now considered a masterwork, and it contains such fan favorites as "On Your Own Again," "Angel of Ashes" and the pre-post-punk "The Old Man's Back Again." [N.D.]<br /><br />
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<a href="http://www.rhapsody.com/goto?rcid=alb.24629471&amp;lsrc=blg_cssingsong"><img alt="" src="http://static.rhap.com/img/170x170/7/1/2/2/1492217_170x170.jpg" class="mt-image-left" style="float: left; margin: 0pt 20px 20px 0pt;" height="170" width="170" /></a> <b><a href="http://www.rhapsody.com/goto?rcid=art.14462&amp;lsrc=blg_cssingsong">Nico</a></b><br />
<b><i><a href="http://play.rhapsody.com/goto?rcid=alb.24629471&amp;lsrc=blg_cssingsong">The Marble Index</a></i></b><br />
In 1969, while <a href="http://www.rhapsody.com/goto?rcid=art.6617&amp;lsrc=blg_cssingsong">Joni Mitchell</a> and <a href="http://www.rhapsody.com/goto?rcid=art.40058&amp;lsrc=blg_cssingsong">Jackson Browne</a> strummed their acoustic guitars up in Laurel Canyon, former <a href="http://www.rhapsody.com/goto?rcid=art.55117&amp;lsrc=blg_cssingsong">Velvets</a> chanteuse Nico released an album that dragged the singer-songwriter confessional into the darkest depths of existential despair. A modern form of classical music that's both a product and rejection of American pop music, <i>The Marble Index</i> is often tagged as the birth of goth. That's more or less true, but this doesn't nail the album's scope and intensity. If you can weather the frozen hell from which Nico sings these songs, you'll eventually marvel at their exquisite construction. [Justin Farrar]<br /><br />
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<a href="http://www.rhapsody.com/goto?rcid=alb.318547&amp;lsrc=blg_cssingsong"><img alt="" src="http://static.rhap.com/img/170x170/5/6/9/3/703965_170x170.jpg" class="mt-image-left" style="float: left; margin: 0pt 20px 20px 0pt;" height="170" width="170" /></a> <b><a href="http://www.rhapsody.com/goto?rcid=art.55147&amp;lsrc=blg_cssingsong">Gene Clark</a></b><br />
<b><i><a href="http://play.rhapsody.com/goto?rcid=alb.318547&amp;lsrc=blg_cssingsong">No Other</a></i></b><br />
Released in 1974, <i>No Other</i> opens like other Gene Clark albums, with a gorgeous cosmic American ballad, one that's profoundly moving. The album then becomes something entirely different, a sweeping and intense self-examination of personal spirituality, creativity and, ultimately, torment. Every word Clark utters is caked in forlorn wisdom. The stretch containing the title track, "Strength of Strings," "From a Silver Phial" and "Some Misunderstanding" is particularly harrowing. These aren't just songs; they are operettas. Their epic qualities have more in common with prog than country rock. [J.F.]<br /><br />
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<a href="http://www.rhapsody.com/goto?rcid=alb.209203&amp;lsrc=blg_cssingsong"><img alt="" src="http://static.rhap.com/img/170x170/5/7/0/0/390075_170x170.jpg" class="mt-image-left" style="float: left; margin: 0pt 20px 20px 0pt;" height="170" width="170" /></a> <b><a href="http://www.rhapsody.com/goto?rcid=art.2533&amp;lsrc=blg_cssingsong">David Sylvian</a></b><br />
<b><i><a href="http://play.rhapsody.com/goto?rcid=alb.209203&amp;lsrc=blg_cssingsong">Secrets of the Beehive</a></i></b><br />
This starkly beautiful 1987 masterpiece only grows richer with age. Sylvian croons dark interior monologues over richly atmospheric backings that ebb and flow from spare and spacey to lushly orchestrated and back again. The exquisite arrangements are by <a href="http://www.rhapsody.com/goto?rcid=art.2130&amp;lsrc=blg_cssingsong">Ryuichi Sakamoto</a> and <a href="http://www.rhapsody.com/goto?rcid=art.6742&amp;lsrc=blg_cssingsong">Mark Isham</a>. [N.D.]<br /><br />
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<a href="http://www.rhapsody.com/goto?rcid=alb.14200842&amp;lsrc=blg_cssingsong"><img alt="" src="http://static.rhap.com/img/170x170/0/6/3/7/1007360_170x170.jpg" class="mt-image-left" style="float: left; margin: 0pt 20px 20px 0pt;" height="170" width="170" /></a> <b><a href="http://www.rhapsody.com/goto?rcid=art.1105&amp;lsrc=blg_cssingsong">Sly &amp; the Family Stone</a></b><br />
<b><i><a href="http://play.rhapsody.com/goto?rcid=alb.14200842&amp;lsrc=blg_cssingsong">There's a Riot Goin' On</a></i></b><br />
Perhaps no album chronicles the transition from 1960s idealism to '70s burnout better than this. The celebrative funk and collectivist anthems of early Stone releases had faded and were supplanted by the bleary malaise of canned drums, tape hiss and slurred vocals. "Spaced Cowboy" and "Time" are the sound of the revolution reaching the end of a very long binge. While it's a sad sentiment, it also made for some of the most compelling music of Stone's career. This 2007 reissue features three instrumentals as well as the addition of the four-second title track. [Sam Chennault]<br /><br />
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<a href="http://www.rhapsody.com/goto?rcid=alb.6865027&amp;lsrc=blg_cssingsong"><img alt="" src="http://static.rhap.com/img/170x170/3/2/6/6/2426623_170x170.jpg" class="mt-image-left" style="float: left; margin: 0pt 20px 20px 0pt;" height="170" width="170" /></a> <b><a href="http://www.rhapsody.com/goto?rcid=art.30133&amp;lsrc=blg_cssingsong">Arthur Russell</a></b><br />
<b><i><a href="http://play.rhapsody.com/goto?rcid=alb.6865027&amp;lsrc=blg_cssingsong">World of Echo</a></i></b><br />
Many of these compositions &#8212; "Wax the Van," "Tree House" and "Let's Go Swimming," to name a few &#8212; lived alternate lives as cutting-edge plates for the dancefloor. But for <i>World of Echo</i>, which is a singer-songwriter affair more than anything else, Russell re-imagined them using voice, cello, hand percussion and echo. The end result is an intensely prescient batch of dubby, minimalist electro-pop that sounds like the bridge between <i>One World</i>-era John Martyn and the rise of 1990s electronica and post-rock. Be careful &#8212; this sublime record has a way of turning listeners into fanatics. [J.F.]<br /><br />
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<a href="http://www.rhapsody.com/goto?rcid=alb.111839&amp;lsrc=blg_cssingsong"><img alt="" src="http://static.rhap.com/img/170x170/9/1/9/7/587919_170x170.jpg" class="mt-image-left" style="float: left; margin: 0pt 20px 20px 0pt;" height="170" width="170" /></a> <b><a href="http://www.rhapsody.com/goto?rcid=art.67&amp;lsrc=blg_cssingsong">Van Morrison</a></b><br />
<b><i><a href="http://play.rhapsody.com/goto?rcid=alb.111839&amp;lsrc=blg_cssingsong">Astral Weeks</a></i></b><br />
<i>Astral Weeks</i> was recorded in less than 48 hours with an all-star jazz backing band that Van Morrison didn't know. Yet it remains one of the greatest albums in the history of popular music. Over an ardent mix of jazz, folk and Celtic rock, Morrison's impassioned, gospel-rich vocals wind their way around words, breathing life into them. A stunning body of work. [Linda Ryan]<br /><br />
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<a href="http://www.rhapsody.com/goto?rcid=alb.26079129&amp;lsrc=blg_cssingsong"><img alt="" src="http://static.rhap.com/img/170x170/5/5/8/7/1567855_170x170.jpg" class="mt-image-left" style="float: left; margin: 0pt 20px 20px 0pt;" height="170" width="170" /></a> <b><a href="http://www.rhapsody.com/goto?rcid=art.6869&amp;lsrc=blg_cssingsong">John Martyn</a></b><br />
<b><i><a href="http://play.rhapsody.com/goto?rcid=alb.26079129&amp;lsrc=blg_cssingsong">Inside Out</a></i></b><br />
John Martyn's two previous releases, <a href="http://www.rhapsody.com/goto?rcid=alb.29553720&amp;lsrc=blg_cssingsong"><i>Solid Air</i></a> and <a href="http://www.rhapsody.com/goto?rcid=alb.28380272&amp;lsrc=blg_cssingsong"><i>Bless the Weather</i></a>, found the sonic visionary exploring the Echoplex, as well as incorporating rhythmic repetition and delay/reverb into his songwriting process. On <i>Inside Out</i> he ventures even further out, crafting a hyper-modern brand of avant rock, a blend of folkie confessional, roots reggae, raga drone and jazz fusion. Ambitious, even challenging at times, the album ultimately shares more with the electronic funk experiments of <a href="http://www.rhapsody.com/goto?rcid=art.5815&amp;lsrc=blg_cssingsong">Miles Davis</a> and Shuggie Otis than it does with singer-songwriters like <a href="http://www.rhapsody.com/goto?rcid=art.452&amp;lsrc=blg_cssingsong">Nick Drake</a> and <a href="http://www.rhapsody.com/goto?rcid=art.63541&amp;lsrc=blg_cssingsong">Sandy Denny</a>. [J.F.]<br /><br />
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<b><u>Further Exploration</u></b><br />

<a href="http://www.rhapsody.com/goto?rcid=art.1967&amp;lsrc=blg_cssingsong">Stevie Wonder</a>: <a href="http://play.rhapsody.com/goto?rcid=alb.256125&amp;lsrc=blg_cssingsong"><i>Music of My Mind</i></a><br />
<a href="http://www.rhapsody.com/goto?rcid=art.69198&amp;lsrc=blg_cssingsong">Peter Hammill</a>: <a href="http://play.rhapsody.com/goto?rcid=alb.114199&amp;lsrc=blg_cssingsong"><i>Over</i></a><br />
<a href="http://www.rhapsody.com/goto?rcid=art.1891&amp;lsrc=blg_cssingsong">Talk Talk</a>: <a href="http://play.rhapsody.com/goto?rcid=alb.291978&amp;lsrc=blg_cssingsong"><i>Laughing Stock</i></a><br />
<a href="http://www.rhapsody.com/goto?rcid=art.920&amp;lsrc=blg_cssingsong">Todd Rundgren</a>: <a href="http://play.rhapsody.com/goto?rcid=alb.8910648&amp;lsrc=blg_cssingsong"><i>A Wizard/A True Star</i></a><br />
<a href="http://www.rhapsody.com/goto?rcid=art.42412&amp;lsrc=blg_cssingsong">Eugene McDaniels</a>: <a href="http://play.rhapsody.com/goto?rcid=alb.7282134&amp;lsrc=blg_cssingsong"><i>Headless Heroes of the Apocalypse</i></a><br />
<a href="http://www.rhapsody.com/goto?rcid=art.2899&amp;lsrc=blg_cssingsong">Leonard Cohen</a>: <a href="http://play.rhapsody.com/goto?rcid=alb.235625&amp;lsrc=blg_cssingsong"><i>New Skin for the Old Ceremony</i></a><br />
<a href="http://www.rhapsody.com/goto?rcid=art.4921&amp;lsrc=blg_cssingsong">Curtis Mayfield</a>: <a href="http://play.rhapsody.com/goto?rcid=alb.9057405&amp;lsrc=blg_cssingsong"><i>Roots</i></a><br />
<a href="http://www.rhapsody.com/goto?rcid=art.66&amp;lsrc=blg_cssingsong">Van Dyke Parks</a>: <a href="http://play.rhapsody.com/goto?rcid=alb.185530&amp;lsrc=blg_cssingsong"><i>Song Cycle</i></a><br />
<a href="http://www.rhapsody.com/goto?rcid=art.69196&amp;lsrc=blg_cssingsong">Peter Gabriel</a>: <i>Peter Gabriel</i><br />
<a href="http://www.rhapsody.com/goto?rcid=art.5899&amp;lsrc=blg_cssingsong">Dennis Wilson</a>: <a href="http://play.rhapsody.com/goto?rcid=alb.21080561&amp;lsrc=blg_cssingsong"><i>Pacific Ocean Blue &amp; Bambu</i></a><br />
<a href="http://www.rhapsody.com/goto?rcid=art.3754&amp;lsrc=blg_cssingsong">Allen Toussaint</a>: <a href="http://play.rhapsody.com/goto?rcid=alb.31649331&amp;lsrc=blg_cssingsong"><i>Southern Nights</i></a><br />
<a href="http://www.rhapsody.com/goto?rcid=art.6617&amp;lsrc=blg_cssingsong">Joni Mitchell</a>: <a href="http://play.rhapsody.com/goto?rcid=alb.120616&amp;lsrc=blg_cssingsong"><i>Mingus</i></a><br />
<a href="http://www.rhapsody.com/goto?rcid=art.11982&amp;lsrc=blg_cssingsong">Shuggie Otis</a>: <i>Inspiration Information</i><br />
<a href="http://www.rhapsody.com/goto?rcid=art.14483&amp;lsrc=blg_cssingsong">Robert Wyatt</a>: <a href="http://play.rhapsody.com/goto?rcid=alb.226500&amp;lsrc=blg_cssingsong"><i>Rock Bottom</i></a><br />
<a href="http://www.rhapsody.com/goto?rcid=art.50378&amp;lsrc=blg_cssingsong">Harry Nilsson</a>: <a href="http://play.rhapsody.com/goto?rcid=alb.4994565&amp;lsrc=blg_cssingsong"><i> Nilsson Schmilsson</i></a><br />
<a href="http://www.rhapsody.com/goto?rcid=art.56659&amp;lsrc=blg_cssingsong">John Cale</a>: <a href="http://play.rhapsody.com/goto?rcid=alb.26079163&amp;lsrc=blg_cssingsong"><i>Fear</i></a><br /><br />
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    <title>Cheat Sheet: Heavy Psych</title>
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    <published>2011-10-20T17:11:20Z</published>
    <updated>2011-11-30T18:00:36Z</updated>

    <summary> &quot;Heavy psych.&quot; Just the words themselves sound cool. When someone says a band plays heavy psych, you immediately at least have an idea of what you&apos;re in for. Specifically,...</summary>
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        <name>Mike McGuirk</name>
        
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"Heavy psych." Just the words themselves sound cool. When someone says a band plays heavy psych, you immediately at least have an idea of what you're in for. Specifically, super loud guitars, howling feedback and long floating sections that sound like you're docking your space craft on, um, Uranus. Or maybe Saturn. Anyway, fun, fun, fun. <br /><br />That said, psychedelic music, as a whole, can be kind of annoying when it's too poppy (<a href="http://www.rhapsody.com/goto?rcid=art.566&amp;lsrc=blg_cshvypsch">The Zombies</a>) or too plink-plink-y (basically anything that the Ba-Da Bing! label used to put out). But when the music is a combination of heavy metal and space rock (see Blue Cheer and Hawkwind) or a more <a href="http://www.rhapsody.com/goto?rcid=art.60483&amp;lsrc=blg_cshvypsch">Stooge</a>-punk hybrid like Monoshock, I, personally, can't get enough. Then there's all the Japanese dudes &#8212; Acid Mothers Temple (the very definition of psych rock), Mainliner (the definition of heavy psych) and Boredoms (good luck). There is a wide range of styles and bands that fall under this umbrella. And the line goes from the '60s all the way up to the present day. <br /><br />
Granted, this music is not for everybody, and psychedelic music, is, in the end, utterly personal. Even some fans of heavy psych who love the glacial crush of My Bloody Valentine will hate Captain Beyond. No matter, because the idea is to bring the listener to a different level of consciousness. That in itself is a very specific and ambitious concept that lends itself to extreme subjectivity, so it's no wonder. <br /><br />]]>
        <![CDATA[Ugh. That's complicated, and this is turning into a term paper. Really, who cares about all that? The fact is, this music below sounds good when you play it loud, and if drugs were legal, it'd probably be fun to take them while listening to it. <br /><br />
I've offered a good dozen-plus albums here that represent both the breadth of styles and some of the high points this positively enchanting genre of music has to offer. But be careful. There are a lot of repetitive, crazy sounds, lyrics that are possibly about wizards, and blaring volumes. Please try not to go insane. <br /><br /><br />


<a href="http://www.rhapsody.com/goto?rcid=alb.45195168&amp;lsrc=blg_cshvypsch"><img alt="" src="http://static.rhap.com/img/170x170/0/4/2/7/2367240_170x170.jpg" class="mt-image-left" style="float: left; margin: 0pt 20px 20px 0pt;" height="170" width="170" /></a> <b><a href="http://www.rhapsody.com/goto?rcid=art.1218&amp;lsrc=blg_cshvypsch">Blue Cheer</a></b><br />
<b><i><a href="http://play.rhapsody.com/goto?rcid=alb.45195168&amp;lsrc=blg_cshvypsch">Outsideinside</a></i></b><br />
Do you like heavy music? If so, it's time to get acquainted with Blue Cheer's second record. Drummer Paul Whaley is the one to listen for as he locks into rhythms that are so solid, you could build a house on them. Check out the blistering "Just a Little Bit" (especially the phased drums) and the searing lead vocals of Dickie Peterson (the best singing bassist ever). [Jon Pruett]<br /><br /><br /><br />
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<a href="http://www.rhapsody.com/goto?rcid=alb.96356&amp;lsrc=blg_cshvypsch"><img alt="" src="http://static.rhap.com/img/170x170/6/8/6/0/390686_170x170.jpg" class="mt-image-left" style="float: left; margin: 0pt 20px 20px 0pt;" height="170" width="170" /></a> <b><a href="http://www.rhapsody.com/goto?rcid=art.50098&amp;lsrc=blg_cshvypsch">Monoshock</a></b><br />
<b><i><a href="http://play.rhapsody.com/goto?rcid=alb.96356&amp;lsrc=blg_cshvypsch">Walk to the Fire</a></i></b><br />
This double album from a largely unheard mid-'90s heavy space rock outfit is a benchmark of loud, crappily recorded (in the best way) psychedelic music. Basically Monoshock made music directly descended from the Stooges, filtered through Hawkwind, then set on fire and shot out of a cannon. Air-guitaring riffs, brain-flaying sheets of delay, drug casualty vocals, too much distortion, too much reverb, the ugliest of surface noise &#8212; it's all here. Even the album cover is an artist's rendering of an acid dream one of the band members had. <i>Walk to the Fire</i> is perfect. [Mike McGuirk]<br /><br />
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<a href="http://www.rhapsody.com/goto?rcid=alb.283052&amp;lsrc=blg_cshvypsch"><img alt="" src="http://static.rhap.com/img/170x170/3/3/2/4/774233_170x170.jpg" class="mt-image-left" style="float: left; margin: 0pt 20px 20px 0pt;" height="170" width="170" /></a> <a href="http://www.rhapsody.com/goto?rcid=art.6197113&amp;lsrc=blg_cshvypsch"><b>Comets on Fire</b></a><br />
<b><i><a href="http://play.rhapsody.com/goto?rcid=alb.283052&amp;lsrc=blg_cshvypsch">Comets on Fire</a></i></b><br />
There are countless garage bands emulating the psychedelic sunshine of yesteryear. Comets on Fire's debut diametrically dishes out brown lysergic bad trips in waves of sonic brutality. Armed with dirty punk energy and the crazy sounds of vintage tape delay, songs like "One Foot" throw a pipe bomb into <i>Little Steven's Underground Garage</i> before urinating on the ashes. [E.S.]<br /><br /><br /><br />
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<a href="http://www.rhapsody.com/goto?rcid=alb.33094256&amp;lsrc=blg_cshvypsch"><img alt="" src="http://static.rhap.com/img/170x170/1/0/3/7/1997301_170x170.jpg" class="mt-image-left" style="float: left; margin: 0pt 20px 20px 0pt;" height="170" width="170" /></a> <b><a href="http://www.rhapsody.com/goto?rcid=art.20523570&amp;lsrc=blg_cshvypsch">Mainliner</a></b><br />
<b><i><a href="http://play.rhapsody.com/goto?rcid=alb.33094256&amp;lsrc=blg_cshvypsch">Mellow Out</a></i></b><br />
One of the many projects launched by Japanese heavy noise god Asahito Nanjo, Mainliner also featured Acid Mothers Temple's Kawabata Makoto on "Motor Psycho Guitar" and free-jazz drummer Hajime Koizumi making a racket underneath. With the stated intention of taking music to new possibilities, the trio unleashed this cyclone of blown-out guitars and haunted vocals in 1995. As far as pure sonic brutality goes, few, if any, records can touch <em>Mellow Out</em> and its three tracks &#8212; two of which are over 15 minutes. In the consistently superb world of Japanese rock, this is one of the major milestones. [M.M.]<br /><br />
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<a href="http://www.rhapsody.com/goto?rcid=alb.9685863&amp;lsrc=blg_cshvypsch"><img alt="" src="http://static.rhap.com/img/170x170/5/8/3/9/799385_170x170.jpg" class="mt-image-left" style="float: left; margin: 0pt 20px 20px 0pt;" height="170" width="170" /></a> <b><a href="http://www.rhapsody.com/goto?rcid=art.55030&amp;lsrc=blg_cshvypsch">Acid Mothers Temple</a></b><br />
<b><i><a href="http://play.rhapsody.com/goto?rcid=alb.9685863&amp;lsrc=blg_cshvypsch">Starless and Bible Black Sabbath</a></i></b><br />
This Japanese psychedelic collective &#8212; which has sold somewhere in the neighborhood of a jillion records on the underground &#8212; delivers this ode to two major influences (<a href="http://www.rhapsody.com/goto?rcid=art.4816&amp;lsrc=blg_cshvypsch">King Crimson</a> and <a href="http://www.rhapsody.com/goto?rcid=art.44069&amp;lsrc=blg_cshvypsch">Black Sabbath</a>) with its usual dedication to total brain annihilation. The title cut begins by slicing the riff from Sabbath's "The Thrill of It All" in half, then finishes by setting the inner universe on fire. Totally excellent music for going insane. "Woman from a Hell" sounds like <a href="http://www.rhapsody.com/goto?rcid=art.38139&amp;lsrc=blg_cshvypsch">Spacemen 3</a> in a knife fight with Mainliner. [M.M.]<br /><br />
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<a href="http://www.rhapsody.com/goto?rcid=alb.243874&amp;lsrc=blg_cshvypsch"><img alt="" src="http://static.rhap.com/img/170x170/7/3/0/3/623037_170x170.jpg" class="mt-image-left" style="float: left; margin: 0pt 20px 20px 0pt;" height="170" width="170" /></a> <b><a href="http://www.rhapsody.com/goto?rcid=art.3964&amp;lsrc=blg_cshvypsch">Boredoms</a></b><br />
<b><i><a href="http://play.rhapsody.com/goto?rcid=alb.243874&amp;lsrc=blg_cshvypsch">Super Ae</a></i></b><br />
The Boredoms offer those addicted to the mind-bending effects of nitrous oxide seven tracks of doom metal bash, hyper-speed astral travel and the healing power of New Age psychedelia. <i>Super Ae</i> marked a new era for this incredible band and needs to be experienced by anyone interested in music that goes too far. [M.M.]<br /><br /><br /><br /><br />
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<a href="http://www.rhapsody.com/goto?rcid=alb.16528554&amp;lsrc=blg_cshvypsch"><img alt="" src="http://static.rhap.com/img/170x170/3/6/0/3/1113063_170x170.jpg" class="mt-image-left" style="float: left; margin: 0pt 20px 20px 0pt;" height="170" width="170" /></a> <b><a href="http://www.rhapsody.com/goto?rcid=art.3313&amp;lsrc=blg_cshvypsch">Hawkwind</a></b><br />
<b><i><a href="http://play.rhapsody.com/goto?rcid=alb.16528554&amp;lsrc=blg_cshvypsch">Space Ritual</a></i></b><br />
Hawkwind's '73 masterpiece is a loose-as-a-goose collage of live material gathered in the early days of their storied career and features many of their best songs. Lemmy Kilmister plays bass. This is the definition of space rock &#8212; balls-out rhythm lines chug on and on, free-freak guitar solos erupt all over the place, and, well just look at the cover art. [M.M.]<br /><br /><br /><br /><br />
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<a href="http://www.rhapsody.com/goto?rcid=alb.261885&amp;lsrc=blg_cshvypsch"><img alt="" src="http://static.rhap.com/img/170x170/7/5/7/2/242757_170x170.jpg" class="mt-image-left" style="float: left; margin: 0pt 20px 20px 0pt;" height="170" width="170" /></a> <b><a href="http://www.rhapsody.com/goto?rcid=art.15824&amp;lsrc=blg_cshvypsch">Captain Beyond</a></b><br />
<b><i><a href="http://play.rhapsody.com/goto?rcid=alb.261885&amp;lsrc=blg_cshvypsch">Captain Beyond</a></i></b><br />
It's odd that Captain Beyond have remained as obscure as they have when this 1972 album takes <a href="http://www.rhapsody.com/goto?rcid=art.1388&amp;lsrc=blg_cshvypsch">Spirit</a>, <a href="http://www.rhapsody.com/goto?rcid=art.2460&amp;lsrc=blg_cshvypsch">Deep Purple</a>'s <a href="http://www.rhapsody.com/goto?rcid=alb.9057551&amp;lsrc=blg_cshvypsch"><i>Machine Head</i></a> and Hawkwind's <em>Space Ritual</em> to what can only be termed as the next level. At their best, Captain Beyond are like a space rock version of the <a href="http://www.rhapsody.com/goto?rcid=art.60982&amp;lsrc=blg_cshvypsch">Allman Brothers</a>. "Myopic Void" was about 1,000 years ahead of its time. [M.M.]<br /><br /><br /><br />
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<a href="http://www.rhapsody.com/goto?rcid=alb.16657737&amp;lsrc=blg_cshvypsch"><img alt="" src="http://static.rhap.com/img/170x170/7/5/8/9/1119857_170x170.jpg" class="mt-image-left" style="float: left; margin: 0pt 20px 20px 0pt;" height="170" width="170" /></a> <b><a href="http://www.rhapsody.com/goto?rcid=art.6984006&amp;lsrc=blg_cshvypsch">Om</a></b><br />
<b><i><a href="http://play.rhapsody.com/goto?rcid=alb.16657737&amp;lsrc=blg_cshvypsch">Pilgrimage</a></i></b><br />
Om's first record for new label Southern Lord opens with "Pilgrimage," a slow spark of bass and drums modeled after the brilliantly mellowed-out Black Sabbath classic "Planet Caravan." Al Cisneros may be the only person on Earth who can pull off the song's whispered chant-vocals without sounding corny. This is quieter all around than Om's first two albums; about halfway through the second track, "Unitive Knowledge of the Godhead," you will come to the conclusion that the brain-massaging bass tones and semi-intelligible prayers are really starting to heal your inner snake man. [M.M.]<br /><br />
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<a href="http://www.rhapsody.com/goto?rcid=alb.223373&amp;lsrc=blg_cshvypsch"><img alt="" src="http://static.rhap.com/img/170x170/4/0/5/7/387504_170x170.jpg" class="mt-image-left" style="float: left; margin: 0pt 20px 20px 0pt;" height="170" width="170" /></a> <b><a href="http://www.rhapsody.com/goto?rcid=art.5913&amp;lsrc=blg_cshvypsch">Butthole Surfers</a></b><br />
<b><i><a href="http://play.rhapsody.com/goto?rcid=alb.223373&amp;lsrc=blg_cshvypsch">Hairway to Steven</a></i></b><br />
<a href="http://www.rhapsody.com/goto?rcid=alb.315937&amp;lsrc=blg_cshvypsch"><em>Psychic ... Powerless</em></a>, <a href="http://www.rhapsody.com/goto?rcid=alb.257663&amp;lsrc=blg_cshvypsch"><em>Locust Abortion Technician</em></a> and <em>Hairway</em> form a three-pronged weapon the Buttholes used to disembowel all music in the 1980s. Relentlessly spaced-out, with guitarist Paul Leary emerging as an LSD-ravaged bastard child of <a href="http://www.rhapsody.com/goto?rcid=art.2383&amp;lsrc=blg_cshvypsch">Jimmy Page</a>, <a href="http://www.rhapsody.com/goto?rcid=art.4171&amp;lsrc=blg_cshvypsch">John McLaughlin</a> and Lucifer. His playing really is a doorway to some other dimension. [M.M.]<br /><br /><br /><br />
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<a href="http://www.rhapsody.com/goto?rcid=alb.9265365&amp;lsrc=blg_cshvypsch"><img alt="" src="http://static.rhap.com/img/170x170/1/7/5/7/777571_170x170.jpg" class="mt-image-left" style="float: left; margin: 0pt 20px 20px 0pt;" height="170" width="170" /></a> <b><a href="http://www.rhapsody.com/goto?rcid=art.1069&amp;lsrc=blg_cshvypsch">Vanilla Fudge</a></b><br />
<b><i><a href="http://play.rhapsody.com/goto?rcid=alb.9265365&amp;lsrc=blg_cshvypsch">Vanilla Fudge</a></i></b><br />
Vanilla Fudge suffered from myriad weaknesses: poor choice in covers, lousy songwriting, way too much schmaltzy blue-eyed soul and an unhealthy obsession with hippie-baked sonic poetry. Despite all this, the band's 1967 debut was a radical statement about the possibilities of heaviness in rock 'n' roll. Whereas <a href="http://www.rhapsody.com/goto?rcid=art.44156&amp;lsrc=blg_cshvypsch">The Jimi Hendrix Experience</a> swung hard but with agility, the Fudge rumbled like a couple of continental plates slowly ramming into one another. It's a plodding aesthetic that would influence a whole generation of hard-rock icons, including Black Sabbath, <a href="http://www.rhapsody.com/goto?rcid=art.453&amp;lsrc=blg_cshvypsch">Led Zeppelin</a> and Blue Cheer. [Justin Farrar] <br /><br />
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<a href="http://www.rhapsody.com/goto?rcid=alb.9638742&amp;lsrc=blg_cshvypsch"><img alt="" src="http://static.rhap.com/img/170x170/7/0/6/6/796607_170x170.jpg" class="mt-image-left" style="float: left; margin: 0pt 20px 20px 0pt;" height="170" width="170" /></a> <b><a href="http://www.rhapsody.com/goto?rcid=art.52264&amp;lsrc=blg_cshvypsch">Superconductor</a></b><br />
<b><i><a href="http://play.rhapsody.com/goto?rcid=alb.9638742&amp;lsrc=blg_cshvypsch">Hit Songs for Girls</a></i></b><br />
Heavy metal indie rock band Superconductor released this unapologetically messy and loud head-butt of a record in 1993. The band has six guitars, so even if there were any slow/quiet songs, they'd still rumble like a jet engine. Opener "Scootin'," better-than-<a href="http://www.rhapsody.com/goto?rcid=alb.12273713&amp;lsrc=blg_cshvypsch"><i>Wowee Zowee</i></a> crusher "Nobody's Cutie" and "Allstar" are just three of the high points. And that's before you get to the 32-minute closing freak-out "Feedbackin'," which includes a 12-minute absolutely unhinged live cover of "Helter Skelter." This is an essential indie rock record. Singer <a href="http://www.rhapsody.com/goto?rcid=art.5304523&amp;lsrc=blg_cshvypsch">Carl Newman</a> went on to form <a href="http://www.rhapsody.com/goto?rcid=art.39305&amp;lsrc=blg_cshvypsch">The New Pornographers</a>. [M.M.]<br /><br />
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<a href="http://www.rhapsody.com/goto?rcid=alb.21260393&amp;lsrc=blg_cshvypsch"><img alt="" src="http://static.rhap.com/img/170x170/6/8/9/3/1273986_170x170.jpg" class="mt-image-left" style="float: left; margin: 0pt 20px 20px 0pt;" height="170" width="170" /></a> <b><a href="http://www.rhapsody.com/goto?rcid=art.8176&amp;lsrc=blg_cshvypsch">Farflung</a></b><br />
<b><i><a href="http://play.rhapsody.com/goto?rcid=alb.21260393&amp;lsrc=blg_cshvypsch">A Wound in Eternity</a></i></b><br />
Long-toiling psychedelic warriors Farflung channel the riffs, vectoring basslines and vocal stylings of their heroes Hawkwind with this 2008 release. <i>A Wound in Eternity</i> is Farflung's sixth album, and while the band's well-known affinity for <a href="http://www.rhapsody.com/goto?rcid=alb.159546&amp;lsrc=blg_cshvypsch"><i>Future Days</i></a>-era <a href="http://www.rhapsody.com/goto?rcid=art.3568&amp;lsrc=blg_cshvypsch">Can</a> (they even covered the title track once) bubbles up here and there in moments of stoner-y calm, it's the harrowing warp speeds meant to jangle your nerves that matter. "Like It Has Never Been" is just one of several songs on here that win by distilling psychedelic rock, hurtling space metal and a soul-satisfyingly catchy chorus. [M.M.]<br /><br />
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<a href="http://www.rhapsody.com/goto?rcid=alb.29959233&amp;lsrc=blg_cshvypsch"><img alt="" src="http://static.rhap.com/img/170x170/1/7/8/1/1791871_170x170.jpg" class="mt-image-left" style="float: left; margin: 0pt 20px 20px 0pt;" height="170" width="170" /></a> <b><a href="http://www.rhapsody.com/goto?rcid=art.29649820&amp;lsrc=blg_cshvypsch">Frijid Pink</a></b><br />
<b><i><a href="http://play.rhapsody.com/goto?rcid=alb.29959233&amp;lsrc=blg_cshvypsch">Frijid Pink</a></i></b><br />
Frijid Pink were primarily a blues rock band, but the topped-out heaviness and oversaturated guitars that mark the cover of "House of the Rising Sun" (for which they are best known) is an undeniable early entry into the lexicon of music intended to bend, flay, melt, fold &#8212; you name it &#8212; the listener's brain. Not only does that astonishing cover gleefully break the rules volume-wise, the lead guitars let their freak flags fly all over this offering from 1970. [M.M.]<br /><br /><br />
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<a href="http://www.rhapsody.com/goto?rcid=alb.231754&amp;lsrc=blg_cshvypsch"><img alt="" src="http://static.rhap.com/img/170x170/2/9/4/4/584492_170x170.jpg" class="mt-image-left" style="float: left; margin: 0pt 20px 20px 0pt;" height="170" width="170" /></a> <b><a href="http://www.rhapsody.com/goto?rcid=art.706&amp;lsrc=blg_cshvypsch">My Bloody Valentine</a></b><br />
<b><i><a href="http://play.rhapsody.com/goto?rcid=alb.231754&amp;lsrc=blg_cshvypsch">Loveless</a></i></b><br />
My Bloody Valentine took years to complete <i>Loveless</i> and almost brought their parent label (Creation) down with it. The struggle was worth it, though, because the end result is miraculous &#8212; a blend of blistering sound and angelic melody brought to life through <a href="http://www.rhapsody.com/goto?rcid=art.67528&amp;lsrc=blg_cshvypsch">Kevin Shields</a>' fervent attention to studio detail and hazy guitar pyrotechnics. "Soon" is the standout club track of the entire shoegazer scene, but the whole of <i>Loveless</i> is a near-perfect fever dream of a guitar pop record. [J.P.]<br /><br />
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    <title>Senior Year, 1973: Yesterday a Quarterback, Today a Glam Queen</title>
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    <published>2011-10-19T17:14:19Z</published>
    <updated>2011-10-19T17:07:58Z</updated>

    <summary> In the early 1970s, decades before sexuality and gender in high school life became a CNN news bite, a music trend came along that slyly packaged these issues inside...</summary>
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In the early 1970s, decades before sexuality and gender in high school life became a CNN news bite, a music trend came along that slyly packaged these issues inside a lot of killer rock 'n' roll. I'm talking about glam &#8212; or, as that legendary arbiter of pop fad Dick Clark disturbingly called it back in 1973, the "fag-drag crazy transsexual rock scene."<br /><br />

Glam is best remembered for its camp: platform shoes and glitzy makeup. But make no mistake, it possessed a very real revolutionary component (which is a big reason why this short-lived moment in pop music history exerted such a profound influence on punk and New Wave). Glam spoke to outsider youth, in particular those who all too often secretly suffered from oppression and confusion when it came to sex and gender identity. Not only that, it offered them a kind of cosmic escapism &#8212; a shimmering mix of sci-fi mysticism and a surreal conflation of 1950s rock and Tinseltown nostalgia (all of which has its roots in The Cockettes, psychedelic drag queens and communal anarchists who emerged from late-'60s San Francisco). <br /><br />

Then again, glam also proved to be brutal and real. "You're a prima ballerina on a spring afternoon/ Change on into the wolf man howlin' at the moon," cried the <a href="http://www.rhapsody.com/goto?rcid=art.4540&amp;lsrc=blg_syglam">New York Dolls</a>. "All about that personality crisis, you got it while it was hot/ But now frustration and heartache is what you got." <br /><br />

Then there were <a href="http://www.rhapsody.com/goto?rcid=art.14588&amp;lsrc=blg_syglam">The Pink Fairies</a>, who cut right to the chase: "I wish I was a girl." <br /><br />

Glam came in many shapes and sizes in the early 1970s: bubblegum fun, pretentious art rock, heavy metal stomp, wispy space-folk balladry, retro rockabilly and so on. What's somewhat forgotten is how the trend played out quite differently in the United States and the United Kingdom. Over there, glam was teen pop, more or less. But here in the States the music took on a decidedly underground edge. <a href="http://www.rhapsody.com/goto?rcid=art.4021&amp;lsrc=blg_syglam">T. Rex</a> are the perfect example. Between 1970 and '73, the band's first four albums cracked the Top 20 of Britain's album chart; three of them wormed their way into the Top 5. In America only one made the <i>Billboard's</i> top 20: <a href="http://www.rhapsody.com/goto?rcid=alb.41775675&amp;lsrc=blg_syglam"><i>The Slider</i></a> in 1972. Meanwhile, two of them never climbed passed 100. <br /><br />

Also telling is how <a href="http://www.rhapsody.com/goto?rcid=art.44226&amp;lsrc=blg_syglam">Suzi Quatro</a> and <a href="http://www.rhapsody.com/goto?rcid=art.68618&amp;lsrc=blg_syglam">Sparks</a>, both American acts, found far greater acceptance across the pond. Maybe we Yanks were just too macho to accept glam as a purely mainstream phenomenon. We're surely not like our English counterparts, who, as <a href="http://www.rhapsody.com/goto?rcid=art.7365&amp;lsrc=blg_syglam">Mick Jagger</a> pointed out in the documentary <i>25x5: The Continuing Adventures of the Rolling Stones</i>, don't need much convincing to dress up like women and head down to the pub for a few. <br /><br />

Please raid your mom's closet before checking out my <a href="http://play.rhapsody.com/playlistcentral/playlistdetail?playlistId=ply.51106144&amp;lsrc=blg_syglam"><img alt="" src="http://static.rhap.com/img/rn/img/3/9/9/9/52249993.gif" border="0" height="14" width="18" /></a><b><a href="http://www.rhapsody.com/playlist/Pp.51106144?lsrc=blg_syglam">Senior Year, 1973: Yesterday a Quarterback, Today a Glam Queen</a></b> playlist. <br /><br />

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    <title>Senior Year, 1975: My Physics Tutor the Prog Nerd</title>
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    <published>2011-10-18T16:13:33Z</published>
    <updated>2011-10-18T16:09:44Z</updated>

    <summary><![CDATA[ With this installment of Rhapsody's Senior Year series, I attempt to construct an alternative to Dazed &amp; Confused's depiction of mid-'70s America. Imagine this: while all of Lee High's...]]></summary>
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With this installment of Rhapsody's <a href="http://www.rhapsody.com/blog/senior-year?lsrc=blg_syprognerd">Senior Year</a> series, I attempt to construct an alternative to <i>Dazed &amp; Confused</i>'s depiction of mid-'70s America. Imagine this: while all of Lee High's jocks, stoners and make-the-scene wannabes partied in the woods to the sounds of <a href="http://www.rhapsody.com/goto?rcid=art.5647&amp;lsrc=blg_syprognerd">Foghat</a> and <a href="http://www.rhapsody.com/goto?rcid=art.44078&amp;lsrc=blg_syprognerd">Aerosmith</a>, the school's introverted smarty-pants types &#8212; many of whom tutored all them lunkheads in shoulder pads during the school year &#8212; retreated to their parents' basements. There, they spent the night tinkering with their Radio Shack 150-in-One Electronic Project Kits while exploring rock's outer limits: art rock, ambient music, the more cerebral end of glam, fusion and Krautrock.<br /><br />
Nowadays, it feels absurd to tag all these myriad movements <i>prog</i>, but that's only because the term is a caricature of its former self. Back then prog wasn't a genre per se, the one we think of now that specifically refers to <a href="http://www.rhapsody.com/goto?rcid=art.6448&amp;lsrc=blg_syprognerd">Yes</a>, <a href="http://www.rhapsody.com/goto?rcid=art.4816&amp;lsrc=blg_syprognerd">King Crimson</a>, <a href="http://www.rhapsody.com/goto?rcid=art.43290&amp;lsrc=blg_syprognerd">Genesis</a>, <a href="http://www.rhapsody.com/goto?rcid=art.44067&amp;lsrc=blg_syprognerd">Jethro Tull</a> and dozens of other pretentious British bands. Instead, it was a collective and open-minded belief among certain musicians that serious art could result from the merging of post-psychedelic rock music, philosophical thought, science fiction, state-of-the-art electronics and both contemporary and older forms of classical music. As an application, this progressive mindset wormed its way into myriad styles: folk-rock, avant-garde jazz, early heavy metal, glam and even power pop (key elements later popped up in disco and post-punk). <br /><br />
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A massive prog fan (and once a teenage nerd himself), <a href="http://www.rhapsody.com/goto?rcid=art.46751&amp;lsrc=blg_syprognerd">Vincent Gallo</a> touched on this definition in his review of King Crimson's <i>The ConstruKction of Light</i> album: "When I started listening to King Crimson and some of the better progressive rock bands then, it really felt like the ideas, sensibilities, aesthetics and certainly the music were complex and very new and had a real relationship with the most interesting younger people of the time ... The friends who I went to see King Crimson, Yes and Genesis concerts with were the same friends who were hip enough to go with me to see <a href="http://www.rhapsody.com/goto?rcid=art.44094&amp;lsrc=blg_syprognerd">The Ramones</a>' first gig in Buffalo, and the same friends who later dug 'Spoony G.'"<br /><br />
What cannot be overlooked when talking about prog is something called The Imports Section. The younger heads reading this probably don't know this, but back in the day, every decent record store had several bins devoted to LPs imported from the United Kingdom, Germany, Italy and beyond. It was a truly eclectic world, one that produced incredible music for anybody open-minded enough to explore it. This is where the true prog fan shopped, of course. Not only did he buy the latest sounds from England's more obscure groups &#8212; including such Canterbury heavies as <a href="http://www.rhapsody.com/goto?rcid=art.3773&amp;lsrc=blg_syprognerd">Gong</a>, <a href="http://www.rhapsody.com/goto?rcid=art.3639&amp;lsrc=blg_syprognerd">Caravan</a> and <a href="http://www.rhapsody.com/goto?rcid=art.4836&amp;lsrc=blg_syprognerd">Henry Cow</a> &#8212; but also exotic-looking albums from a slew of unknown German outfits: <a href="http://www.rhapsody.com/goto?rcid=art.3568&amp;lsrc=blg_syprognerd">Can</a>, <a href="http://www.rhapsody.com/goto?rcid=art.3125&amp;lsrc=blg_syprognerd">Faust</a>, <a href="http://www.rhapsody.com/goto?rcid=art.1614&amp;lsrc=blg_syprognerd">Kraftwerk</a> and, of course, the mighty <a href="http://www.rhapsody.com/goto?rcid=art.61613&amp;lsrc=blg_syprognerd">Tangerine Dream</a>.<br /><br />  
And one more thing about the 1970s prog nerd: considering many of them went into computer programming, they basically run the world these days. Wild, right? <br /><br />
Check out my <a href="http://play.rhapsody.com/playlistcentral/playlistdetail?playlistId=ply.51003571&amp;lsrc=blg_syprognerd"><img alt="" src="http://static.rhap.com/img/rn/img/3/9/9/9/52249993.gif" border="0" height="14" width="18" /></a><b><a href="http://www.rhapsody.com/playlist/Pp.51003571?lsrc=blg_syprognerd">Senior Year, 1975: My Physics Tutor the Prog Nerd</a></b> playlist right now.<br /><br />
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    <title>Rock Roundup, October 2011</title>
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    <published>2011-10-12T17:09:59Z</published>
    <updated>2011-10-12T16:17:56Z</updated>

    <summary> This, the October installment of our Rock Roundup series, is packed with so much music it&apos;s really quite obnoxious. But how does one not err on the side of...</summary>
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This, the October installment of our Rock Roundup series, is packed with so much music it's really quite obnoxious. But how does one <i>not</i> err on the side of unchecked inclusivity when Pink Floyd, Aerosmith, Nirvana, Lindsey Buckingham, Wilco, Jimi Hendrix, The Grateful Dead and Pearl Jam all release what amounts to a tidal wave of new joints, anthologies, remastered classics, archival releases and albums never before available on Rhapsody?<br /><br />

Ranking my Top 10 was damn near impossible, particularly when it came time to determine the highly coveted No. 1 slot. I feel kind of cheesy not giving it to Wilco's <i>The Whole Love</i> or even Buckingham's <i>Seeds We Sow</i>, both of which contain music that's new and, most importantly, excellent. But alas, classic rock demanded my undying allegiance, and thus I went with the expanded edition of <i>The Dark Side of the Moon</i>. It's an overplayed album, yes, but the live material on disc 2 is absolutely mind-blowing. In studio this music was ethereal and trippy, but onstage it possessed a cosmic crunch that was at times sublime, and at other times terrifying. <br /><br />

Be sure to also check out my <a href="http://play.rhapsody.com/playlistcentral/playlistdetail?playlistId=ply.50805817&amp;lsrc=blg_rurock10"><img alt="" src="http://static.rhap.com/img/rn/img/3/9/9/9/52249993.gif" border="0" height="14" width="18" /></a><b><a href="http://www.rhapsody.com/playlist/Pp.50805817?lsrc=blg_rurock10">Rock Roundup, October 2011</a></b> playlist.<br /><br /><br />


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        <![CDATA[<a href="http://www.rhapsody.com/goto?rcid=alb.50143915&amp;lsrc=blg_rurock10"><img alt="" src="http://static.rhap.com/img/170x170/9/5/2/0/2730259_170x170.jpg" class="mt-image-left" style="float: left; margin: 0pt 20px 20px 0pt;" height="170" width="170" /></a> <b>1.</b> <a href="http://www.rhapsody.com/goto?rcid=art.69132&amp;lsrc=blg_rurock10"><b>Pink Floyd</b></a><br />
<b><i><a href="http://play.rhapsody.com/goto?rcid=alb.50143915&amp;lsrc=blg_rurock10">The Dark Side of the Moon</a></i></b><br />
Classic rock radio may have squeezed this one drier than dry, but <i>Dark Side</i> remains an unparalleled achievement (the anal retentive masterpiece was on the charts for more than 24 years). Chances are you know every song on here, and with good reason. For one thing, the floating, super slo-mo "Breathe" just never gets old. This 2011 remaster offers a whole new generation of teens a psychedelic soundtrack to their newfound parental disobedience. [Mike McGuirk]<br /><br />
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<a href="http://www.rhapsody.com/goto?rcid=alb.49970191&amp;lsrc=blg_rurock10"><img alt="" src="http://static.rhap.com/img/170x170/8/3/0/1/2721038_170x170.jpg" class="mt-image-left" style="float: left; margin: 0pt 20px 20px 0pt;" height="170" width="170" /></a> <b>2.</b> <a href="http://www.rhapsody.com/goto?rcid=art.69299&amp;lsrc=blg_rurock10"><b>Nirvana</b></a><br />
<b><i><a href="http://play.rhapsody.com/goto?rcid=alb.49970191&amp;lsrc=blg_rurock10">Nevermind</a></i> (Deluxe Edition)</b><br />
When Kurt Cobain, Krist Novoselic, Dave Grohl and producer Butch Vig bridged self-deprecating indie rock and embittered punk in 1991, they didn't expect to revolutionize pop music. The anarchic adrenaline of "Smells Like Teen Spirit" and "Breed," the sinister sneer of "Come as You Are" and "Lithium," Cobain's palpable pain in "Something in the Way" &#8212; it all hit the sweet spot of a young and restless Generation X. This 20th Anniversary Deluxe Edition includes B-sides, live cuts, early Smart Studios recordings and a surprisingly listenable set of tracks recorded on a boombox. [Stephanie Benson]<br /><br />
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<a href="http://www.rhapsody.com/goto?rcid=alb.49906232&amp;lsrc=blg_rurock10"><img alt="" src="http://static.rhap.com/img/170x170/2/0/7/7/2717702_170x170.jpg" class="mt-image-left" style="float: left; margin: 0pt 20px 20px 0pt;" height="170" width="170" /></a> <b>3.</b> <a href="http://www.rhapsody.com/goto?rcid=art.40249&amp;lsrc=blg_rurock10"><b>Wilco</b></a><br />
<b><i><a href="http://play.rhapsody.com/goto?rcid=alb.49906232&amp;lsrc=blg_rurock10">The Whole Love</a></i></b><br />
The essence of Wilco's best stuff is all here: a weave of dollar-bin sounds (the cheapie organ riff on "I Might," the retooled vaudeville jive of "Capitol City," even a bit of <a href="http://www.rhapsody.com/goto?rcid=art.4790&amp;lsrc=blg_rurock10">E.L.O.</a> on "Dawn On Me") and <a href="http://www.rhapsody.com/goto?rcid=art.57075&amp;lsrc=blg_rurock10">Jeff Tweedy</a>'s usual ambiguous confessions and suggestive images. With the sprawling opener, "Art of Almost," the band uses a pixilated oblivion of digital blips and square-wave guitar distortion to lull you into complacency before finishing it in a wash of lionhearted noise. Adding songs like "Black Moon" and "One Sunday Morning" helps flesh out one of Wilco's most engaging records. [Nate Cavalieri]<br /><br />
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<a href="http://www.rhapsody.com/goto?rcid=alb.49971886&amp;lsrc=blg_rurock10"><img alt="" src="http://static.rhap.com/img/170x170/8/1/1/1/2721118_170x170.jpg" class="mt-image-left" style="float: left; margin: 0pt 20px 20px 0pt;" height="170" width="170" /></a> <b>4.</b> <a href="http://www.rhapsody.com/goto?rcid=art.69216&amp;lsrc=blg_rurock10"><b>Pearl Jam</b></a><br />
<b><i><a href="http://play.rhapsody.com/goto?rcid=alb.49971886&amp;lsrc=blg_rurock10">PJ20</a></i></b><br />
<i>PJ20</i> might be the soundtrack to Cameron Crowe's documentary, <i>Pearl Jam Twenty</i>, but the two-disc set also stands on its own as a look into the band's lengthy career. The first half consists of live material. Some of this stuff goes way back, like the version of "Alive" recorded in 1990, when the band still went by the name Mookie Blaylock. There's also a cover of <a href="http://www.rhapsody.com/goto?rcid=art.17725&amp;lsrc=blg_rurock10">Mother Love Bone</a>'s "Crown of Thorns." It's the second disc that has the real gems, a smattering of demos from the early '90s that reflect the significant amount of overlap that existed between <a href="http://www.rhapsody.com/goto?rcid=art.1633&amp;lsrc=blg_rurock10">Temple of the Dog</a> and an early Pearl Jam. [Justin Farrar]<br /><br />
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<a href="http://www.rhapsody.com/goto?rcid=alb.94563&amp;lsrc=blg_rurock10"><img alt="" src="http://static.rhap.com/img/170x170/5/2/6/4/664625_170x170.jpg" class="mt-image-left" style="float: left; margin: 0pt 20px 20px 0pt;" height="170" width="170" /></a> <b>5.</b> <a href="http://www.rhapsody.com/goto?rcid=art.44078&amp;lsrc=blg_rurock10"><b>Aerosmith</b></a><br />
<b><i><a href="http://play.rhapsody.com/goto?rcid=alb.94563&amp;lsrc=blg_rurock10">Rocks</a></i></b><br />
From <a href="http://www.rhapsody.com/goto?rcid=art.63630&amp;lsrc=blg_rurock10">Steve Tyler</a>'s first shriek to <a href="http://www.rhapsody.com/goto?rcid=art.67297&amp;lsrc=blg_rurock10">Joe Perry</a>'s muted, hard funk guitars, "Back in the Saddle" is one of the band's weirdest, best numbers. They keep up the eccentric pace with the sleazy robot of "Last Child" (how'd they do that anyway? Even <a href="http://www.rhapsody.com/goto?rcid=art.2643&amp;lsrc=blg_rurock10">Bowie</a> can't make robots sleazy), proving that <i>Rocks</i> is one of those albums where you can feel a band hitting their stride. [M.M.]<br /><br /><br /><br />
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<a href="http://www.rhapsody.com/goto?rcid=alb.49106227&amp;lsrc=blg_rurock10"><img alt="" src="http://static.rhap.com/img/170x170/7/6/1/4/2694167_170x170.jpg" class="mt-image-left" style="float: left; margin: 0pt 20px 20px 0pt;" height="170" width="170" /></a> <b>6.</b> <a href="http://www.rhapsody.com/goto?rcid=art.6725&amp;lsrc=blg_rurock10"><b>Lindsey Buckingham</b></a><br />
<b><i><a href="http://play.rhapsody.com/goto?rcid=alb.49106227&amp;lsrc=blg_rurock10">Seeds We Sow</a></i></b><br />
There's something timeless about Lindsey Buckingham's musical vision. Much of this has to do with his fingerpicking and voice; neither has aged all that much since he joined <a href="http://www.rhapsody.com/goto?rcid=art.2999&amp;lsrc=blg_rurock10">Fleetwood Mac</a> back in the mid-'70s. Recorded and released by the man himself, the thoroughly enjoyable <i>Seeds We Sow</i> feels particularly youthful. Numerous tracks, including "That's the Way Love Goes" and "End of Time," don't sound too different from much of what passes for modern indie pop. He closes out the record with a nice rendition of "She Smiled Sweetly," a deep track from <a href="http://www.rhapsody.com/goto?rcid=art.978&amp;lsrc=blg_rurock10">The Rolling Stones</a>' <a href="http://www.rhapsody.com/goto?rcid=alb.238396&amp;lsrc=blg_rurock10"><i>Between the Buttons</i></a>. [J.F.]<br /><br />
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<a href="http://www.rhapsody.com/goto?rcid=alb.50218115&amp;lsrc=blg_rurock10"><img alt="" src="http://static.rhap.com/img/170x170/6/3/3/4/2734336_170x170.jpg" class="mt-image-left" style="float: left; margin: 0pt 20px 20px 0pt;" height="170" width="170" /></a> <b>7.</b> <b>Pink Floyd</b><br />
<b><i><a href="http://play.rhapsody.com/goto?rcid=alb.50218115&amp;lsrc=blg_rurock10">Discovery</a></i></b><br />
<i>Discovery</i> is basically <i>Oh, by the Way</i> 2.0: a massive box set that contains all 14 of Pink Floyd's studio albums. This time around, however, it's the 2011 remasters that are showcased. These have been released individually as well, but true Pink Floyd fans will want to press play and take the complete journey, during which they'll witness the radical (and long) evolution of their heroes totally uninterrupted. [J.F.]<br /><br /><br /><br />
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<a href="http://www.rhapsody.com/goto?rcid=alb.47705025&amp;lsrc=blg_rurock10"><img alt="" src="http://static.rhap.com/img/170x170/9/2/3/3/2503329_170x170.jpg" class="mt-image-left" style="float: left; margin: 0pt 20px 20px 0pt;" height="170" width="170" /></a><b>8.</b> <a href="http://www.rhapsody.com/goto?rcid=art.1965&amp;lsrc=blg_rurock10"><b>Screaming Trees</b></a><br />
<b><i><a href="http://play.rhapsody.com/goto?rcid=alb.47705025&amp;lsrc=blg_rurock10">Last Words: The Final Recordings</a></i></b><br />
Screaming Trees had the unfortunate fate of getting lost in the '90s grunge shuffle, peeking out for a minute with hit "<a href="http://play.rhapsody.com/goto?rcid=tra.1854258&amp;lsrc=blg_rurock10">Nearly Lost You,</a>" releasing one more album, and then disbanding at the close of the century. More than a decade later, <i>Last Words: The Final Recordings</i> unveils the group's concluding statement, a "lost album" of sorts recorded in 1998 and '99. A testament to their underrated rep, it still sounds fresh thanks to the Trees' singular weaving of '70s rock, subtle psychedelia and frontman <a href="http://www.rhapsody.com/goto?rcid=art.2264&amp;lsrc=blg_rurock10">Mark Lanegan</a>'s brooding cowboy drawls. Josh Homme and Peter Buck guest-star. <i>&#8212; S.B.</i><br /><br />
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<a href="http://www.rhapsody.com/goto?rcid=alb.49874060&amp;lsrc=blg_rurock10"><img alt="" src="http://static.rhap.com/img/170x170/2/6/9/5/2715962_170x170.jpg" class="mt-image-left" style="float: left; margin: 0pt 20px 20px 0pt;" height="170" width="170" /></a> <b>9.</b> <a href="http://www.rhapsody.com/goto?rcid=art.44156&amp;lsrc=blg_rurock10"><b>Jimi Hendrix</b></a><br />
<b><i><a href="http://play.rhapsody.com/goto?rcid=alb.49874060&amp;lsrc=blg_rurock10">Winterland</a></i></b><br />
In October 1968, The Jimi Hendrix Experience headed to San Francisco and occupied the famed Winterland Ballroom for six performances over three consecutive nights. The shows took place days before the release of <a href="http://www.rhapsody.com/goto?rcid=alb.154402&amp;lsrc=blg_rurock10"><i>Electric Ladyland</i></a>, meaning the band was at the very top of its game. Of course, four discs is a lot of acid rock to wade through, yet they contain many sublime moments. The nervy version of "Sunshine of Your Love" on disc 3 is a real wanderer. Another powerfully manic jam is "Killing Floor," a cover of the <a href="http://www.rhapsody.com/goto?rcid=art.3205&amp;lsrc=blg_rurock10">Howlin' Wolf</a> tune featuring <a href="http://www.rhapsody.com/goto?rcid=art.41141&amp;lsrc=blg_rurock10">The Jefferson Airplane</a>'s Jack Casady on bass. [J.F.]<br /><br />
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<a href="http://www.rhapsody.com/goto?rcid=alb.49873751&amp;lsrc=blg_rurock10"><img alt="" src="http://static.rhap.com/img/170x170/2/5/9/5/2715952_170x170.jpg" class="mt-image-left" style="float: left; margin: 0pt 20px 20px 0pt;" height="170" width="170" /></a> <b>10.</b> <a href="http://www.rhapsody.com/goto?rcid=art.61027&amp;lsrc=blg_rurock10"><b>The Grateful Dead</b></a><br />
<b><i><a href="http://play.rhapsody.com/goto?rcid=alb.49873751&amp;lsrc=blg_rurock10">Europe '72 Vol.2</a></i></b><br />
To say this sequel to <a href="http://www.rhapsody.com/goto?rcid=alb.318549&amp;lsrc=blg_rurock10"><i>Europe '72</i></a>, released four decades later, is long overdue is a grand understatement. Though its predecessor is a triple-disc set, <i>Vol. 2</i> proves the band's vaults were by no means exhausted. And thanks to producer David Lemieux, the recordings stashed therein now sound excellent. Treats abound, but the standouts on disc 1 are inspired versions of the <a href="http://www.rhapsody.com/goto?rcid=art.39482&amp;lsrc=blg_rurock10">Jerry Garcia</a> ballads "Loser" and "Sugaree." On the second disc, the Dead go deep with an exceptionally focused take on the "Dark Star" to "Drums" to "The Other One" triumvirate. This alone breaks the 50-minute mark! [J.F.]<br /><br />


<u><b>Honorable Mentions</b></u><br />

<a href="http://www.rhapsody.com/goto?rcid=art.61498&amp;lsrc=blg_rurock10">Wynton Marsalis</a> &amp; <a href="http://www.rhapsody.com/goto?rcid=art.43228&amp;lsrc=blg_rurock10">Eric Clapton</a>: <a href="http://www.rhapsody.com/goto?rcid=alb.49714067&amp;lsrc=blg_rurock10"><i>Play the Blues Live from Jazz at Lincoln Center</i></a><br />
Pink Floyd: <a href="http://www.rhapsody.com/goto?rcid=alb.241141&amp;lsrc=blg_rurock10"><i>Wish You Were Here</i></a><br />
<a href="http://www.rhapsody.com/goto?rcid=art.68975&amp;lsrc=blg_rurock10">Ritchie Valens</a>: <a href="http://www.rhapsody.com/goto?rcid=alb.50115553&amp;lsrc=blg_rurock10"><i>In Concert at Pacoima Jr. High</i></a><br />
<a href="http://www.rhapsody.com/goto?rcid=art.13438727&amp;lsrc=blg_rurock10">JJ Grey &amp; Mofro</a>: <a href="http://www.rhapsody.com/goto?rcid=alb.48977692&amp;lsrc=blg_rurock10"><i>Brighter Days</i></a><br />
<a href="http://www.rhapsody.com/goto?rcid=art.956&amp;lsrc=blg_rurock10">Paul McCartney</a>: <a href="http://www.rhapsody.com/goto?rcid=alb.50255379&amp;lsrc=blg_rurock10"><i>Ocean's Kingdom</i></a><br />
Aerosmith: <a href="http://www.rhapsody.com/goto?rcid=alb.118691&amp;lsrc=blg_rurock10"><i>Toys in the Attic</i></a><br />
<a href="http://www.rhapsody.com/goto?rcid=art.6487933&amp;lsrc=blg_rurock10">Mute Math</a>: <a href="http://www.rhapsody.com/goto?rcid=alb.50059708&amp;lsrc=blg_rurock10"><i>Odd Soul</i></a><br />
<a href="http://www.rhapsody.com/goto?rcid=art.127&amp;lsrc=blg_rurock10">Matthew Sweet</a>: <a href="http://www.rhapsody.com/goto?rcid=alb.49921932&amp;lsrc=blg_rurock10"><i>Modern Art</i></a><br />
<a href="http://www.rhapsody.com/goto?rcid=art.3705&amp;lsrc=blg_rurock10">Bush</a>: <a href="http://www.rhapsody.com/goto?rcid=alb.49791344&amp;lsrc=blg_rurock10"><i>The Sea of Memories</i></a><br />
<a href="http://www.rhapsody.com/goto?rcid=art.6638&amp;lsrc=blg_rurock10">Dave Stewart</a>: <a href="http://www.rhapsody.com/goto?rcid=alb.46086027&amp;lsrc=blg_rurock10"><i>The Blackbird Diaries</i></a><br />
<a href="http://www.rhapsody.com/goto?rcid=art.43147&amp;lsrc=blg_rurock10">Lenny Kravitz</a>: <a href="http://www.rhapsody.com/goto?rcid=alb.47609990&amp;lsrc=blg_rurock10"><i>Black and White America</i></a><br />
<a href="http://www.rhapsody.com/goto?rcid=art.382&amp;lsrc=blg_rurock10">Primus</a>: <a href="http://www.rhapsody.com/goto?rcid=alb.49098169&amp;lsrc=blg_rurock10"><i> Green Naugahyde</i></a><br />
Jimi Hendrix: <a href="http://www.rhapsody.com/goto?rcid=alb.49106715%20&amp;lsrc=blg_rurock10"><i>In the West</i></a><br />
<a href="http://www.rhapsody.com/goto?rcid=art.2567&amp;lsrc=blg_rurock10">Daryl Hall</a>: <a href="http://www.rhapsody.com/goto?rcid=alb.49971144&amp;lsrc=blg_rurock10"><i>Laughing Down Crying</i></a><br />
<a href="http://www.rhapsody.com/goto?rcid=art.68454&amp;lsrc=blg_rurock10">Ry Cooder</a>: <a href="http://www.rhapsody.com/goto?rcid=alb.48970075&amp;lsrc=blg_rurock10"><i>Pull Up Some Dust and Sit Down</i></a><br />
<a href="http://www.rhapsody.com/goto?rcid=art.6599&amp;lsrc=blg_rurock10">Staind</a>: <a href="http://www.rhapsody.com/goto?rcid=alb.49253050&amp;lsrc=blg_rurock10"><i>Staind</i></a><br />
<a href="http://www.rhapsody.com/goto?rcid=art.28502594&amp;lsrc=blg_rurock10">Chickenfoot</a>: <a href="http://www.rhapsody.com/goto?rcid=alb.49996041&amp;lsrc=blg_rurock10"><i>Chickenfoot III</i></a><br />
<a href="http://www.rhapsody.com/goto?rcid=art.46839193&amp;lsrc=blg_rurock10">Pajama Club</a>: <a href="http://www.rhapsody.com/goto?rcid=alb.49121474&amp;lsrc=blg_rurock10"><i>Pajama Club</i></a><br />
<a href="http://www.rhapsody.com/goto?rcid=art.43266&amp;lsrc=blg_rurock10">The Doors</a>: <a href="http://www.rhapsody.com/goto?rcid=alb.50060462&amp;lsrc=blg_rurock10"><i>Other Voices</i></a><br />

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    <title>Bert Jansch, Rosemary Lane</title>
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    <id>tag:blog.rhapsody.com,2011://1.4247</id>

    <published>2011-10-11T11:00:00Z</published>
    <updated>2011-10-11T03:17:05Z</updated>

    <summary> Listen to an entire stack of Bert Jansch records, and you&apos;ll notice the legendary Brit ain&apos;t one for variety. Rather he explores subtle permutations of a formula that was...</summary>
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Listen to an entire stack of <a href="http://www.rhapsody.com/goto?rcid=art.4379&lsrc=blg_aotd1011">Bert Jansch</a> records, and you'll notice the legendary Brit ain't one for variety. Rather he explores subtle permutations of a formula that was established in full form on his 1965 debut. <i><a href="http://www.rhapsody.com/goto?rcid=alb.6115449&lsrc=blg_aotd1011">Rosemary Lane</a></i> is no different. It's a combination of traditional and modern folk, spotlighting Jansch's pioneering guitar work and moody croon. The one notable difference is just how sparse the music is: <i>Rosemary Lane</i> feels like a Victorian parlor stripped to the bare essentials. [Justin Farrar]
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    <title>Pink Floyd, Animals</title>
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    <id>tag:blog.rhapsody.com,2011://1.4234</id>

    <published>2011-10-10T11:00:00Z</published>
    <updated>2011-10-10T03:25:10Z</updated>

    <summary>Pink Floyd&apos;s mighty Animals, some of the coolest (and coldest) music ever committed to tape</summary>
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Possibly the coldest music ever committed to tape, <I><a href="http://www.rhapsody.com/goto?rcid=alb.89221&lsrc=blg_aotd1010">Animals</a></I> is a negative trip with unbelievably cool guitars (four minutes into "<a href="http://play.rhapsody.com/goto?rcid=tra.1999538&lsrc=blg_aotd1010">Dogs</a>" and all of "<a href="http://play.rhapsody.com/goto?rcid=tra.1999540&lsrc=blg_aotd1010">Sheep</a>"), brain-shattering synthesizers (animal sounds continually turn into coded messages from the Grim Reaper) and songs longer than should be legally allowed. Still, it's near perfect. [Mike McGuirk]
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<entry>
    <title>Friday Mixtape: The Great January &apos;08 Battle Royale</title>
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    <id>tag:blog.rhapsody.com,2011://1.4240</id>

    <published>2011-10-07T14:04:33Z</published>
    <updated>2011-10-07T19:22:28Z</updated>

    <summary> I&apos;ve made a personalized mixtape every month for the last five years, combining au courant new hits, old favorites, random stuff overheard in convenience stores, Songs of Personal Emotional...</summary>
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        <name>Rob Harvilla</name>
        
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I've made a personalized mixtape every month for the last five years, combining au courant new hits, old favorites, random stuff overheard in convenience stores, Songs of Personal Emotional Relevance (the one from August 2008 mostly involves my wedding, which explains, for example, "<a href="http://play.rhapsody.com/goto?rcid=tra.26939191&lsrc=blg_fmjan08">Billie Jean</a>"), ambient stuff that relaxes me in airports (very popular genre), etc. etc. As an example, I thought I'd share the January 2008 volume, which I think hangs together pretty well, considering.<br><br>

Very brief notes: So we've got hot new indie-rock stuff (<a href="http://www.rhapsody.com/goto?rcid=art.15352566&lsrc=blg_fmjan08">Vampire Weekend</a>, the <a href="http://www.rhapsody.com/goto?rcid=alb.24413654&lsrc=blg_fmjan08"><i>Juno</i></a>-ascendant <a href="http://www.rhapsody.com/goto?rcid=art.55881&amp;lsrc=blg_fmjan08">Kimya Dawson</a>), recent events I was woefully late on (<a href="http://www.rhapsody.com/goto?rcid=art.5237151&lsrc=blg_fmjan08">Franz Ferdinand</a>'s <a href="http://www.rhapsody.com/goto?rcid=art.66426&lsrc=blg_fmjan08">LCD Soundsystem</a> cover, plus <a href="http://www.rhapsody.com/goto?rcid=art.11113622&lsrc=blg_fmjan08">J. Holiday</a>'s luxurious "<a href="http://play.rhapsody.com/goto?rcid=tra.18090589&lsrc=blg_fmjan08">Bed</a>," a/k/a the greatest song of all time), a track from the <a href="http://www.rhapsody.com/goto?rcid=alb.17524368&lsrc=blg_fmjan08"><i>There Will Be Blood</i></a> soundtrack done by a <a href="http://www.rhapsody.com/goto?rcid=art.5160854&lsrc=blg_fmjan08">dude from Radiohead</a>, actual <a href="http://www.rhapsody.com/goto?rcid=art.4817&amp;lsrc=blg_fmjan08">Radiohead</a> (was still absorbing <a href="http://www.rhapsody.com/goto?rcid=alb.17738456&lsrc=blg_fmjan08"><i>In Rainbows</i></a>, you see), reliable favorites ("<a href="http://play.rhapsody.com/goto?rcid=tra.2043420&lsrc=blg_fmjan08">Love Is the Drug</a>," <a href="http://www.rhapsody.com/goto?rcid=art.61480&lsrc=blg_fmjan08">Electric Six</a>), a highlight from the crazy <a href="http://www.rhapsody.com/goto?rcid=art.37340&lsrc=blg_fmjan08">Mars Volta</a> concert I went to (they played for, like, eight hours), <a href="http://www.rhapsody.com/goto?rcid=art.2196&lsrc=blg_fmjan08">Marvin Gaye</a> complaining about attorney fees, <a href="http://www.rhapsody.com/goto?rcid=art.1996173&amp;lsrc=blg_fmjan08">Youssou N'Dour</a> singing sweetly, Lez (well, Led, but this'll do) <a href="http://www.rhapsody.com/goto?rcid=art.15053684&lsrc=blg_fmjan08">Zeppelin</a> wailing uncouthly, and <a href="http://www.rhapsody.com/goto?rcid=art.6540428&lsrc=blg_fmjan08">Rahsaan Roland Kirk</a> wailing even more uncouthly. Plus <a href="http://www.rhapsody.com/goto?rcid=art.48841&lsrc=blg_fmjan08">Alicia Keys</a>' "<a href="http://play.rhapsody.com/goto?rcid=tra.17130387&lsrc=blg_fmjan08">Like You'll Never See Me Again</a>," because she played it on <i>Dick Clark's Rockin' New Year's Eve</i> or whatever right after the ball dropped, and I dug it a lot. If you only have time for one song here, though, by god make it <a href="http://www.rhapsody.com/goto?rcid=art.10391&lsrc=blg_fmjan08">Swamp Dogg</a>'s version of <a href="http://www.rhapsody.com/goto?rcid=art.57024&lsrc=blg_fmjan08">John Prine</a>'s "<a href="http://play.rhapsody.com/goto?rcid=tra.24293884&lsrc=blg_fmjan08">Sam Stone</a>," which is incredible, and plus his name is Swamp Dogg. Nothing here was airport-affiliated, oddly enough. But don't hold that against them. <br><br>

<a href="http://play.rhapsody.com/playlistcentral/playlistdetail?playlistId=ply.50758392&amp;lsrc=blg_fmjan08"><img alt="" src="http://static.rhap.com/img/rn/img/3/9/9/9/52249993.gif" border="0" height="14" width="18" /></a><b><a href="http://www.rhapsody.com/playlist/Pp.50758392?lsrc=blg_fmjan08"> Friday Mixtape: My Own Personal January 2008</a></b><br /><br /><br />

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<entry>
    <title>Living in the Shadows: Bert Jansch, 1943-2011</title>
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    <id>tag:blog.rhapsody.com,2011://1.4239</id>

    <published>2011-10-05T22:13:17Z</published>
    <updated>2011-10-06T15:07:32Z</updated>

    <summary> &quot;Living in the Shadows&quot; is a deep cut from 1995&apos;s When the Circus Comes to Town, one of the very best records of Bert Jansch&apos;s long (and at time...</summary>
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        <name>Justin Farrar</name>
        
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"<a href="http://play.rhapsody.com/goto?rcid=tra.524564&lsrc=blg_ripjansch">Living in the Shadows</a>" is a deep cut from 1995's <a href="http://www.rhapsody.com/goto?rcid=alb.148950&lsrc=blg_ripjansch"><I>When the Circus Comes to Town</I></a>, one of the very best records of <a href="http://www.rhapsody.com/goto?rcid=art.4379&lsrc=blg_ripjansch">Bert Jansch</a>'s long (and at time tumultuous) career, which ended on October 5th, the day lung cancer claimed his life. Augmented by a muted rhythm section and Mark Ramsden's vaporous saxophone, Jansch's thick Scottish accent, all moody and temperamental, garbles most of the lyrics, save cutting little phrases such as "for the whole damn world to see" and "you got to run through the city with your head down, don't be seen." <br><br>
It's not considered one of his repertoire's finest hours by any means, yet the song's title, as well as those lines I just mentioned, say something about Jansch's stature, or lack thereof, in America. A Scottish-folk legend in the United Kingdom, the singer, songwriter and deeply skilled picker has always been one of these artists we Yanks tie to more familiar names when he pops up during the course of conversation: "Have you heard Bert Jansch?" "No, I don't think so." "Oh, he's great. <a href="http://www.rhapsody.com/goto?rcid=art.44068&lsrc=blg_ripjansch">Neil Young</a> and <a href="http://www.rhapsody.com/goto?rcid=art.43228&lsrc=blg_ripjansch">Eric Clapton</a> totally worshipped him." Then there's <a href="http://www.rhapsody.com/goto?rcid=art.3835&lsrc=blg_ripjansch">Donovan</a> and <a href="http://www.rhapsody.com/goto?rcid=art.453&lsrc=blg_ripjansch">Led Zeppelin</a>, both of whom apparently worshipped him as well. <br><br>

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        <![CDATA[These validations are, of course, true, yet in the end they are superfluous, really. Jansch is, in many respects, one of the modern titans of folk music and folk-rock. Hitting the British scene in the mid 1960s, he helped construct the "singer-songwriter" persona by taking traditional folk music and acoustic blues, and raking them over the white-hot coals of existential desperation, restlessness and melancholy typical of twentysomething bohemia. The classics came fast and hard during this period, among them "<a href="http://play.rhapsody.com/goto?rcid=tra.7654606&lsrc=blg_ripjansch">Strolling Down the Highway</a>," "Oh How Your Love Is Strong" and "<a href="http://play.rhapsody.com/goto?rcid=tra.29035085&lsrc=blg_ripjansch">Needle of Death</a>" (a tune so profoundly distressing I can barely listen to the thing anymore).  <br><br>
After having established himself as one of the most gifted troubadours and guitarists on the planet, Jansch teamed-up with fellow six-string virtuoso <a href="http://www.rhapsody.com/goto?rcid=art.11284&lsrc=blg_ripjansch">John Renbourn</a>. Together, they assembled The Pentangle (later just <a href="http://www.rhapsody.com/goto?rcid=art.5414&lsrc=blg_ripjansch">Pentangle</a>). Over the course of a half-dozen albums -- <a href="http://www.rhapsody.com/goto?rcid=alb.134220&lsrc=blg_ripjansch"><I>Sweet Child</I></a> and <a href="http://www.rhapsody.com/goto?rcid=alb.24586053&lsrc=blg_ripjansch"><I>Basket Of Light</I></a> are particularly, utterly brilliant -- the ensemble explored a experimental blend of folk, jazz, Celtic music and any other tradition they could lay their hands on. Though they weren't hippie rockers like <a href="http://www.rhapsody.com/goto?rcid=art.3070&lsrc=blg_ripjansch">Fairport Convention</a>, Pentangle played a pivotal role in the development of progressive rock, folk-rock and, decades later, the modern indie-folk movement (a/k/a freak folk, or the New Weird America). <br><br> 
In the mid 1970s, with the singer-songwriter movement hitting a peak in terms of popularity, Jansch re-focused on his solo career and released a string of albums -- <I>Moonshine</I>, <a href="http://www.rhapsody.com/goto?rcid=alb.29028527&lsrc=blg_ripjansch"><I>L.A. Turnaround</I></a> and <a href="http://www.rhapsody.com/goto?rcid=alb.29028528&lsrc=blg_ripjansch"><I>Santa Barbara Honeymoon</I></a> -- that felt like conscious attempts at climbing said peak. And why not? He was 10 times the talent of a saccharine clown like <a href="http://www.rhapsody.com/goto?rcid=art.6421&lsrc=blg_ripjansch">James Taylor</a> (who surely counted Jansch among his early influences). Sadly, these albums failed to deliver him out of those shadows here in the States -- but not for lacking in excellent music. This period in his career has become my favorite in recent years; <I>L.A. Turnaround</I> in particular is amazing. Produced by ex-<a href="http://www.rhapsody.com/goto?rcid=art.36786&lsrc=blg_ripjansch">Monkee</a> and country-rock pioneer <a href="http://www.rhapsody.com/goto?rcid=art.67336&lsrc=blg_ripjansch">Michael Nesmith</a>, the music is bluesy, prickly, rickety, rustic and boozy. <br><br>
Speaking of booze, it was one of Jansch's most pernicious demons. It exacted a toll for sure. He released some very good records throughout the 1980s and early '90s, yet he also dropped a few clunkers along the way. In 1987 the bottle very nearly killed the guy. Amazingly, he cleaned up and by 1995 was recordings albums like the aforementioned <I>When The Circus Comes to Town</I>. In his last few years, Jansch, an "elder statesman" by now, had been enjoying something of a renaissance. In addition to a new generation of folkies, from <a href="http://www.rhapsody.com/goto?rcid=art.7374968&lsrc=blg_ripjansch">Espers</a> to <a href="http://www.rhapsody.com/goto?rcid=art.64491&lsrc=blg_ripjansch">Devendra Banhart</a>, professing their love for him and Pentangle, he released the thoroughly enjoyable <I>Black Swan</I> album on the <I>Drag City</I> label. He also went out on tour, opening for Neil Young and Eric Clapton, no less. <br><br>
America never embraced Jansch quite like those two classic rockers, but no matter. He will be missed by those who belong to his intensely loyal cult. <br><br>
R.I.P. <br><br>
For a career retrospective, check out my <a href="http://play.rhapsody.com/playlistcentral/playlistdetail?playlistId=ply.50771069&lsrc=blg_ripjansch"><img alt="" src="http://static.rhap.com/img/rn/img/3/9/9/9/52249993.gif" border="0" height="14" width="18" /></a><b><a href="http://www.rhapsody.com/playlist/Pp.50771069?lsrc=blg_ripjansch">Living in the Shadows: Bert Jansch (1943-2011)</a></b> playlist.<br><br><br>  ]]>
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    <title>The Best Pink Floyd Songs They Never Play on the Radio</title>
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    <published>2011-10-05T17:53:25Z</published>
    <updated>2011-10-05T16:00:46Z</updated>

    <summary> Even though the guitars in &quot;Time&quot; are among Pink Floyd&apos;s best and the first 30 seconds of &quot;Money&quot; remain one of the coolest openings ever, we&apos;ve all heard Dark...</summary>
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Even though the guitars in "<a href="http://play.rhapsody.com/goto?rcid=tra.50143919&amp;lsrc=blg_plfloydsongs">Time</a>" are among <a href="http://www.rhapsody.com/goto?rcid=art.69132&amp;lsrc=blg_plfloydsongs">Pink Floyd</a>'s best and the first 30 seconds of "<a href="http://play.rhapsody.com/goto?rcid=tra.50143921&amp;lsrc=blg_plfloydsongs">Money</a>" remain one of the coolest openings ever, we've all heard <a href="http://www.rhapsody.com/goto?rcid=alb.50143915&amp;lsrc=blg_plfloydsongs"><em>Dark Side of the Moon</em></a> a thousand million jillion times too many. <a href="http://www.rhapsody.com/goto?rcid=alb.241141&amp;lsrc=blg_plfloydsongs"><em>Wish You Were Here</em></a> is the other album classic rock radio has played into the ground. <br /><br />But Floyd has so much to offer beyond their radio staples, as this playlist attests to. Hope you like <a href="http://www.rhapsody.com/goto?rcid=alb.89221&amp;lsrc=blg_plfloydsongs"><em>Animals</em></a>, and minute-long intros and outros that are just as maddening. For the uninitiated, <a href="http://www.rhapsody.com/goto?rcid=art.68413&amp;lsrc=blg_plfloydsongs">Roger Waters</a>' voice turns into a synthesizer the band members probably built themselves three seconds after "<a href="http://play.rhapsody.com/goto?rcid=tra.1999540&amp;lsrc=blg_plfloydsongs">Sheep</a>" kicks in; the majestic, sorrowful guitars four minutes into "<a href="http://play.rhapsody.com/goto?rcid=tra.1999538&amp;lsrc=blg_plfloydsongs">Dogs</a>" (and then again at the 14:00 mark) are literally just incredible; and the scream that shreds "Careful with That Axe, Eugene" is damned scarifying. The opening of "<a href="http://play.rhapsody.com/goto?rcid=tra.50218127&amp;lsrc=blg_plfloydsongs">Let There Be More Light</a>" ... all of "<a href="http://play.rhapsody.com/goto?rcid=tra.1996349&amp;lsrc=blg_plfloydsongs">Echoes</a>" ... I could go on and on. <br /><br />

Basically, every one of these songs is either awesome in its entirety or has a part that essentially defines the term "psychedelic." Nothing from <a href="http://www.rhapsody.com/goto?rcid=alb.114225&amp;lsrc=blg_plfloydsongs"><em>The Wall</em></a> or <a href="http://www.rhapsody.com/goto?rcid=alb.6072804&amp;lsrc=blg_plfloydsongs"><em>The Final Cut</em></a> here, because those are meant to be listened to all the way through. And yeah, OK, you hear "<a href="http://play.rhapsody.com/goto?rcid=tra.1996173&amp;lsrc=blg_plfloydsongs">One of These Days</a>" on the radio now and then, but that song's just too good not to include.<br /><br />

You want to either play this really loud or with headphones. Or really loud <em>with</em> headphones. That's probably the best way. Check out the playlist here:&nbsp; <a href="http://play.rhapsody.com/playlistcentral/playlistdetail?playlistId=ply.50609363&amp;lsrc=blg_plfloydsongs"><img alt="" src="http://static.rhap.com/img/rn/img/3/9/9/9/52249993.gif" border="0" height="14" width="18" /></a><b><a href="http://www.rhapsody.com/playlist/Pp.50609363?lsrc=blg_plfloydsongs">The Best Pink Floyd Songs They Never Play on the Radio</a>.</b><br /><br /><br />]]>
        
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    <title>Classic Rock Crate Digger: Ranking Pink Floyd&apos;s 10 Best Albums</title>
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    <published>2011-10-04T17:09:50Z</published>
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    <summary> This new Pink Floyd reissue bug bit me hard. Nearly every record between The Piper at the Gates of Dawn and The Wall has been in heavy rotation for...</summary>
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This new <a href="http://www.rhapsody.com/goto?rcid=art.69132&amp;lsrc=blg_floyd10">Pink Floyd</a> reissue bug bit me hard. Nearly every record between <i>The Piper at the Gates of Dawn</i> and <i>The Wall</i> has been in heavy rotation for days now. Last weekend I even drove to Barnes &amp; Noble (<i>Meddle</i> served as my in-car soundtrack), and spent time in the café reading the <i>Mojo</i> and <i>Rolling Stone</i> cover stories.<br /><br />

Both pieces focus on <i>The Dark Side of the Moon</i> years. You know, the usual stuff: the making of that 1973 rock landmark, the sudden deluge of fame, the legendary artistic battles between Roger Waters and David Gilmour, etc. The articles' authors, <i>Mojo</i> contributing writer Mark Blake and <i>Rolling Stone</i> senior writer Brian Hiatt, do drop some serious history. But what nags me about their respective stories is how they more or less toe the party line with regards to the established critical perspective of the post-Syd Barrett/pre-<i>Dark Side</i> era that stretches from 1969&#8217;s <i>More</i> to 1972&#8217;s <i>Obscured by Clouds</i>.<br /><br />

That time was, as the story goes, full of strife, turmoil and transition, not to mention interesting (if deeply flawed) music. Hiatt describes this period as "freewheeling to a fault"; he even outright disses "Sysyphus 1-4," keyboardist Richard Wright's magnificent contribution to the 1969 double-LP <i>Ummagumma</i>, as "<a href="http://www.rhapsody.com/goto?rcid=art.502&amp;lsrc=blg_floyd10">Spinal Tap</a>-worthy." These historical views can be traced back to the band members themselves. Outside of "Echoes," probably the most <i>Dark Side</i>-like piece from the time in question, Waters and Gilmour tend to dismiss this music as basically ... <i>meh</i>.<br /><br />

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        <![CDATA[<i>The Dark Side of the Moon</i> is most definitely classic rock's greatest concept album, maybe its greatest album period. From its dream-like sequential flow to the cosmic-sublime production, it&#8217;s the definitive sonic journey of 1970s pop. The record, as Gilmour points out in Blake's piece, is about a band learning to be "clear, direct and concise." In other words, it's about a band learning to corral its avant-garde tendencies in order to succeed in the marketplace. <br /><br />

But I&#8217;m also of the opinion that during this process the band lost that "freewheeling" edge. Sure, the period directly preceding <i>Dark Side</i> lacked mass appeal, yet it was obscenely rich in exploration and innovation. The amount of musical terrain Pink Floyd covered between 1969 and '72 is just staggering: psychedelia, West Coast-flavored folk-pop, musique concrète, early heavy metal, progressive electronics, fusion, space blues and so on. Clearly, this version of Floyd cared little for boundaries, both aesthetic and commercial. Moreover, I think it has proven to be Floyd's most influential music: you can hear <i>echoes</i> of it in Krautrock, progressive rock, post-punk, shoegaze, electronica, indie rock, New Age music, the ambient movement, modern psych-rock and, most recently, the rise of synth-base drone explorers such as <a href="http://www.rhapsody.com/artist/la-forma/album/forma?lsrc=blg_floyd10">Forma</a> and <a href="http://www.rhapsody.com/artist/emeralds/album/what-happened?lsrc=blg_floyd10">Emeralds</a>. <br /><br />

I mention all this because it's the records from this era that feature most prominently in my own personal Top Ten. I embrace Pink Floyd in totality, but this is the music nearest and dearest to my heart. <br /><br />

After checking out the albums below, definitely give my <a href="http://play.rhapsody.com/playlistcentral/playlistdetail?playlistId=ply.50609373&amp;lsrc=blg_floyd10"><img alt="" src="http://static.rhap.com/img/rn/img/3/9/9/9/52249993.gif" border="0" height="14" width="18" /></a><b><a href="http://www.rhapsody.com/playlist/Pp.50609373?lsrc=blg_floyd10">Ultimate Pink Floyd Playlist</a></b> a spin. It's over the top. <br /><br /><br />

<a href="http://www.rhapsody.com/goto?rcid=alb.261133&amp;lsrc=blg_floyd10"><img alt="" src="http://static.rhap.com/img/170x170/7/0/4/3/523407_170x170.jpg" class="mt-image-left" style="float: left; margin: 0pt 20px 20px 0pt;" height="170" width="170" /></a><b>1.</b> <b><i><a href="http://play.rhapsody.com/goto?rcid=alb.261133&amp;lsrc=blg_floyd10">Ummagumma</a></i></b><br />
Originally released as a two-record set, with one live disc and the other recorded in the studio. The action moves from trippy instrumental jams to super-heavy live versions of their earliest tunes. Highlights are the beautiful folk song "<a href="http://play.rhapsody.com/goto?rcid=tra.2847235&amp;lsrc=blg_floyd10">Grantchester Meadows</a>" and, from the live sides, "<a href="http://play.rhapsody.com/goto?rcid=tra.2847052&amp;lsrc=blg_floyd10">Astronomy Domine</a>" and a previously unreleased "<a href="http://play.rhapsody.com/goto?rcid=tra.2847053&amp;lsrc=blg_floyd10">Careful with That Axe Eugene</a>." &#8212; <i>Mike McGuirk</i><br /><br />
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<a href="http://www.rhapsody.com/goto?rcid=alb.235970&amp;lsrc=blg_floyd10"><img alt="" src="http://static.rhap.com/img/170x170/5/8/0/9/389085_170x170.jpg" class="mt-image-left" style="float: left; margin: 0pt 20px 20px 0pt;" height="170" width="170" /></a> <b>2.</b> <b><i><a href="http://play.rhapsody.com/goto?rcid=alb.235970&amp;lsrc=blg_floyd10">Meddle</a></i></b><br />
Released in 1971, <i>Meddle</i> stands as one of Floyd's most satisfying records, the first to combine truly spaced-out rock with strong commercial appeal. Highlights are the horror-comic <a href="http://play.rhapsody.com/goto?rcid=tra.1996173&amp;lsrc=blg_floyd10">opening cut</a>; a 20-minute excursion into "Across the Universe" titled "<a href="http://play.rhapsody.com/goto?rcid=tra.1996349&amp;lsrc=blg_floyd10">Echoes</a>"; and what is perhaps the band's finest moment, "<a href="http://play.rhapsody.com/goto?rcid=tra.1996346&amp;lsrc=blg_floyd10">Fearless</a>." &#8212; <i>M.M.</i><br /><br />
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<a href="http://www.rhapsody.com/goto?rcid=alb.27387030&amp;lsrc=blg_floyd10"><img alt="" src="http://static.rhap.com/img/170x170/6/9/3/8/1618396_170x170.jpg" class="mt-image-left" style="float: left; margin: 0pt 20px 20px 0pt;" height="170" width="170" /></a> <b>3.</b> <b><i><a href="http://play.rhapsody.com/goto?rcid=alb.27387030&amp;lsrc=blg_floyd10">Obscured by Clouds</a></i></b><br />
Conceived as the soundtrack for a film, <i>Obscured by Clouds</i> seems a bit uneven at first, with its short instrumental throwaways and general inability to hang together as a record. But when you get to "<a href="http://play.rhapsody.com/goto?rcid=tra.27414611&amp;lsrc=blg_floyd10">Childhood's End</a>," with its trademark chunky rhythm, all is forgiven. That fuzz bass sound that turns up everywhere is also pretty great. &#8212; <i>M.M.</i><br /><br />
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<a href="http://www.rhapsody.com/goto?rcid=alb.93528&amp;lsrc=blg_floyd10"><img alt="" src="http://static.rhap.com/img/170x170/3/6/5/8/388563_170x170.jpg" class="mt-image-left" style="float: left; margin: 0pt 20px 20px 0pt;" height="170" width="170" /></a> <b>4.</b> <b><i><a href="http://play.rhapsody.com/goto?rcid=alb.93528&amp;lsrc=blg_floyd10">The Piper at the Gates of Dawn</a></i></b><br />
Floyd's first is nothing like the records for which they're most known, so fasten your seat belt if you're a beginner. Psychedelic traveler <a href="http://www.rhapsody.com/goto?rcid=art.1844&amp;lsrc=blg_floyd10">Syd Barrett</a>'s vision (jazz meets surf rock in a fairy-tale world of mice who ride bikes) is weird and fun until the creepy-crawlies grab that cloud you're floating on and start eating your eyes out. This is one of the greats. &#8212; <i>M.M.</i><br /><br />
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<a href="http://www.rhapsody.com/goto?rcid=alb.89221&amp;lsrc=blg_floyd10"><img alt="" src="http://static.rhap.com/img/170x170/2/9/3/9/389392_170x170.jpg" class="mt-image-left" style="float: left; margin: 0pt 20px 20px 0pt;" height="170" width="170" /></a> <b>5.</b> <b><i><a href="http://play.rhapsody.com/goto?rcid=alb.89221&amp;lsrc=blg_floyd10">Animals</a></i></b><br />
Possibly the coldest music ever committed to tape, <i>Animals</i> is a negative trip with unbelievably cool guitars (four minutes into "<a href="http://play.rhapsody.com/goto?rcid=tra.1999538&amp;lsrc=blg_floyd10">Dogs</a>" and all of "<a href="http://play.rhapsody.com/goto?rcid=tra.1999540&amp;lsrc=blg_floyd10">Sheep</a>"), brain-shattering synthesizers (animal sounds continually turn into coded messages from the Grim Reaper) and songs longer than should be legally allowed. Still, it's near perfect. &#8212; <i>M.M.</i><br /><br />
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<a href="http://www.rhapsody.com/goto?rcid=alb.50143915&amp;lsrc=blg_floyd10"><img alt="" src="http://static.rhap.com/img/170x170/9/5/2/0/2730259_170x170.jpg" class="mt-image-left" style="float: left; margin: 0pt 20px 20px 0pt;" height="170" width="170" /></a> <b>6.</b> <b><i><a href="http://play.rhapsody.com/goto?rcid=alb.50143915&amp;lsrc=blg_floyd10">The Dark Side of the Moon</a></i></b><br />
Classic rock radio may have squeezed this one drier than dry, but <i>Dark Side</i> remains an unparalleled achievement (the anal-retentive masterpiece was on the charts for more than 24 years). Chances are you know every song on here, and with good reason. For one thing, the floating, super slo-mo "<a href="http://play.rhapsody.com/goto?rcid=tra.50143917&amp;lsrc=blg_floyd10">Breathe</a>" just never gets old. This 2011 remaster offers a whole new generation of teens a psychedelic soundtrack to their newfound parental disobedience. &#8212; <i>M.M.</i><br /><br />
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<a href="http://www.rhapsody.com/goto?rcid=alb.112387&amp;lsrc=blg_floyd10"><img alt="" src="http://static.rhap.com/img/170x170/1/7/3/6/386371_170x170.jpg" class="mt-image-left" style="float: left; margin: 0pt 20px 20px 0pt;" height="170" width="170" /></a> <b>7.</b> <b><i><a href="http://play.rhapsody.com/goto?rcid=alb.112387&amp;lsrc=blg_floyd10">A Saucerful of Secrets</a></i></b><br />
From the Morse code space-out of "<a href="http://play.rhapsody.com/goto?rcid=tra.1947286&amp;lsrc=blg_floyd10">Let There Be More Light</a>" to Syd Barrett's final, loony offering of "<a href="http://play.rhapsody.com/goto?rcid=tra.1947292&amp;lsrc=blg_floyd10">Jugband Blues</a>," <i>A Saucerful of Secrets</i> is among the very best Pink Floyd records. Sure, the <a href="http://play.rhapsody.com/goto?rcid=tra.1947290&amp;lsrc=blg_floyd10">title track</a> hasn't aged all that well, but "<a href="http://play.rhapsody.com/goto?rcid=tra.1947288&amp;lsrc=blg_floyd10">Set the Controls for the Heart of the Sun</a>" is creepy as hell, and "<a href="http://play.rhapsody.com/goto?rcid=tra.1947289&amp;lsrc=blg_floyd10">Corporal Clegg</a>" flat-out rocks. &#8212; <i>M.M.</i><br /><br />
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<a href="http://www.rhapsody.com/goto?rcid=alb.97195&amp;lsrc=blg_floyd10"><img alt="" src="http://static.rhap.com/img/170x170/2/0/5/2/392502_170x170.jpg" class="mt-image-left" style="float: left; margin: 0pt 20px 20px 0pt;" height="170" width="170" /></a> <b>8.</b> <b><i><a href="http://play.rhapsody.com/goto?rcid=alb.97195&amp;lsrc=blg_floyd10">More</a></i></b><br />
Though it's a soundtrack to an obscure hippie flick, <i>More</i> is the beginning of the post-Syd Barrett era for Pink Floyd. As a result, it's the sound of a band exploring different sounds and ideas: Byrds-inspired pastoralism ("<a href="http://play.rhapsody.com/goto?rcid=tra.2042728&amp;lsrc=blg_floyd10">Crying Song</a>"), psychedelic heavy metal ("<a href="http://play.rhapsody.com/goto?rcid=tra.2042727&amp;lsrc=blg_floyd10">The Nile Song</a>"), progressive electronics ("<a href="http://play.rhapsody.com/goto?rcid=tra.2042733&amp;lsrc=blg_floyd10">Main Theme</a>") and even fusion ("<a href="http://play.rhapsody.com/goto?rcid=tra.2042729&amp;lsrc=blg_floyd10">Up the Khyber</a>"). The record definitely lacks the thematic unity of later efforts, but just about every track here is awesome. The spacey rocker "<a href="http://play.rhapsody.com/goto?rcid=tra.2042734&amp;lsrc=blg_floyd10">Ibiza Bar</a>" just might be pop music's first tune to acknowledge the island's then-underground bohemian enclaves. &#8212; <i>Justin Farrar</i><br /><br />
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<a href="http://www.rhapsody.com/goto?rcid=alb.241141&amp;lsrc=blg_floyd10"><img alt="" src="http://static.rhap.com/img/170x170/4/4/0/3/383044_170x170.jpg" class="mt-image-left" style="float: left; margin: 0pt 20px 20px 0pt;" height="170" width="170" /></a> <b>9.</b> <b><i><a href="http://play.rhapsody.com/goto?rcid=alb.241141&amp;lsrc=blg_floyd10">Wish You Were Here</a></i></b><br />
Floyd continued to peak with this '75 release, featuring the majestic, glittering ode to fallen member Syd Barrett that opens the set and runs nearly 15 minutes. The album closes with a variation on the same theme. In between you'll find nothing short of rock radio genius: three midlength tunes you can and probably will sing till the day you die. &#8212; <i>M.M.</i><br /><br />
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<a href="http://www.rhapsody.com/goto?rcid=alb.313122&amp;lsrc=blg_floyd10"><img alt="" src="http://static.rhap.com/img/170x170/3/7/4/2/392473_170x170.jpg" class="mt-image-left" style="float: left; margin: 0pt 20px 20px 0pt;" height="170" width="170" /></a> <b>10.</b> <b><i><a href="http://play.rhapsody.com/goto?rcid=alb.313122&amp;lsrc=blg_floyd10">Atom Heart Mother</a></i></b><br />
Released in 1970, <i>Atom Heart Mother</i> is just a flat-out weird record. Sound effects, orchestral passages and the ever-present panning techniques make for some truly psychedelic moments, but the highlights are the way the conventional "<a href="http://play.rhapsody.com/goto?rcid=tra.1870371&amp;lsrc=blg_floyd10">If</a>" and "<a href="http://play.rhapsody.com/goto?rcid=tra.1870373&amp;lsrc=blg_floyd10">Fat Old Sun</a>" point toward the greatness to come. &#8212; <i>M.M.</i><br /><br />
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<b>Honorable Mentions</b><br />

<a href="http://play.rhapsody.com/goto?rcid=alb.114225&amp;lsrc=blg_floyd10"><i>The Wall</i></a><br />
<a href="http://play.rhapsody.com/goto?rcid=alb.93528&amp;lsrc=blg_floyd10"><i>The Piper at the Gates of Dawn</i></a> [Disc 3]<br />
<i>Relics</i><br />
Syd Barrett: <a href="http://play.rhapsody.com/goto?rcid=alb.42012330&amp;lsrc=blg_floyd10"><i>The Madcap Laughs</i></a><br /><br />

<b>And if you want to hear David Gilmour rock the pedal steel country-rock-style:</b><br />

<a href="http://www.rhapsody.com/goto?rcid=art.4936901&amp;lsrc=blg_floyd10">Unicorn</a>: <a href="http://play.rhapsody.com/goto?rcid=alb.7568990&amp;lsrc=blg_floyd10"><i>Blue Pine Trees</i></a><br />
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<entry>
    <title>Elton John, Tumbleweed Connection</title>
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    <id>tag:blog.rhapsody.com,2011://1.4211</id>

    <published>2011-10-01T11:00:00Z</published>
    <updated>2011-09-28T22:35:37Z</updated>

    <summary>Elton John prances around the Old West with his 1971 classic Tumbleweed Connection</summary>
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<I><a href="http://www.rhapsody.com/goto?rcid=alb.231076&lsrc=blg_aotd1001">Tumbleweed Connection</a></I> is a loose concept album about the Old West, and as hokey as that sounds, the album is actually quite good, thanks mostly to the pointed lyrics of Bernie Taupin and <a href="http://www.rhapsody.com/goto?rcid=art.3231&lsrc=blg_aotd1001">Elton</a>'s acute sense of expression.  In fact, these songs rely on Elton's emotive voice rather than the pop melodies and showmanship for which he'd later become known. [Linda Ryan]
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    <title>Senior Year, 1983: Fast Times at Hesher High</title>
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    <id>tag:blog.rhapsody.com,2011://1.4198</id>

    <published>2011-09-27T17:07:26Z</published>
    <updated>2011-09-27T16:37:45Z</updated>

    <summary> It&apos;s 1983. MTV&apos;s still all foofy fake New Wave pop crap from England, and you&apos;re stuck in the middle of nowhere in your acid-washed jeans and Quiet Riot-patched denim...</summary>
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<br /><br />It's 1983. MTV's still all foofy fake New Wave pop crap from England, and you're stuck in the middle of nowhere in your acid-washed jeans and <a href="http://www.rhapsody.com/goto?rcid=art.42976&amp;lsrc=blg_syhesher">Quiet Riot</a>-patched denim jacket and greasy zits and hockey hair, bored out of your teenaged mind behind a locked door in your mom's house, and you just wanna rock \m/!! These are lonely times to be a hesher &#8212; decent <a href="http://www.rhapsody.com/goto?rcid=art.4085&amp;lsrc=blg_syhesher">AC/DC</a> and <a href="http://www.rhapsody.com/goto?rcid=art.3711&amp;lsrc=blg_syhesher">Alice Cooper</a> and <a href="http://www.rhapsody.com/goto?rcid=art.4246&amp;lsrc=blg_syhesher">Van Halen</a> albums are already seeming like a distant memory (<a href="http://www.rhapsody.com/goto?rcid=alb.89278&amp;lsrc=blg_syhesher"><i>Diver Down</i></a>?? Who the heck were they fooling with that one?), and speed metal and hair metal have barely even started to stir, much less split the world in two. So if you want good metal, you'll have to hunt for it &#8212; and maybe even settle for the occasional <a href="http://www.rhapsody.com/goto?rcid=art.4210&amp;lsrc=blg_syhesher">Journey</a> or <a href="http://www.rhapsody.com/goto?rcid=art.4515&amp;lsrc=blg_syhesher">Night Ranger</a> (or <a href="http://www.rhapsody.com/goto?rcid=art.69231&amp;lsrc=blg_syhesher">Pat Benatar</a> or <a href="http://www.rhapsody.com/goto?rcid=art.13966460&amp;lsrc=blg_syhesher">Joan Jett</a>, for that matter) song. Which is cool, 'cause they kinda rock too, right? At this point, <a href="http://www.rhapsody.com/goto?rcid=art.1928&amp;lsrc=blg_syhesher">Survivor</a>'s not that far from <a href="http://www.rhapsody.com/goto?rcid=art.38281&amp;lsrc=blg_syhesher">Dokken</a>! 

But what you <i>really</i> crave is the real stuff, and you're gonna find it even if you have to spend paper-route money on a <i>Kerrang</i> subscription to learn what "NWOBHM" spells. Today's your lucky day, 'cause we're here to help. This playlist piles on 50 &#8212; count 'em, <i>50</i> &#8212; tunes from the era: couple AOR ringers, maybe, but mainly heavy Chevy Novas to boost your metal health. Metal on metal, as Anvil put it. Because dudester, your mullet deserves to bang. <br /><br />

Click here to listen to our entire playlist:  <a href="http://play.rhapsody.com/playlistcentral/playlistdetail?playlistId=ply.50148757&amp;lsrc=blg_syhesher"><img alt="" src="http://static.rhap.com/img/rn/img/3/9/9/9/52249993.gif" border="0" height="14" width="18" /></a><b><a href="http://www.rhapsody.com/playlist/Pp.50148757?lsrc=blg_syhesher">Senior Year, 1983: Fast Times at Hesher High</a>.</b><br /><br /><br />
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<entry>
    <title>Aerosmith Still Rocks</title>
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    <id>tag:blog.rhapsody.com,2011://1.4192</id>

    <published>2011-09-21T17:43:24Z</published>
    <updated>2011-09-21T16:12:22Z</updated>

    <summary> Long before Steven Tyler starting leering at teenage girls on American Idol, long before Alicia Silverstone was contractually obligated to appear in all their videos, hell, long before even...</summary>
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        <name>Rhapsody Editorial</name>
        
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Long before Steven Tyler starting leering at teenage girls on <i>American Idol</i>, long before Alicia Silverstone was contractually obligated to appear in all their videos, hell, long before even "Rag Doll," Aerosmith were the biggest, baddest boogie-rock band in all the land. And with all apologies to Alicia Silverstone and "Rag Doll," that's the era of Aerosmith we're choosing to focus on as Rhapsody unveils the band's complete back catalog. And so there's the self-explanatory playlist "Old School Aerosmith Effin Rocks," an in-depth exploration of their 1976 masterpiece <i>Rocks</i>, a recounting of Tyler's all-time sleaziest (and therefore best) moments, and a look at the "understated badass" guitarist school of which Joe Perry is a proud member. Time to get back in the saddle again. <br /><br /><br />


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		<td style="width: 120px;" valign="top"><b>Old-School Aerosmith Effin Rocks:</b> A tribute to their '70s peak<br /> 
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    <td style="width: 150px;" valign="top"><a href="http://www.rhapsody.com/blog/2011/09/rocks?lsrc=blg_sgaero"><img alt="20110920-aerosmith-rocks-150x150.jpg" src="http://blog.rhapsody.com/20110920-aerosmith-rocks-150x150.jpg" class="mt-image-left" style="float: left; margin: 0 10px 10px 0;" height="150" width="150" /></a><br /><br /><br /></td>
		<td style="width: 120px;" valign="top"><b>Decoding <i>Rocks</i>:</b> The key albums that fueled their 1976 classic<br />
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		<td style="width: 120px;" valign="top"><b>Impure Emotion:</b> Steven Tyler's sleaziest (and thus, best) moments<br /> 
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<td style="width: 150px;" valign="top"><a href="http://www.rhapsody.com/blog/2010/02/guitargods?lsrc=blg_sgaero"><img alt="20110920-guitar-gods-150x150.jpg" src="http://blog.rhapsody.com/20110920-guitar-gods-150x150.jpg" class="mt-image-left" style="float: left; margin: 0 10px 10px 0;" height="150" width="150" /></a><br /><br /><br /></td>
		<td style="width: 120px;" valign="top"><b>Understated Guitar Gods:</b> Joe Perry's not the only one, y'know<br /> 
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<entry>
    <title>Fat Possum Records&apos; New Class</title>
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    <id>tag:blog.rhapsody.com,2011://1.4180</id>

    <published>2011-09-21T17:36:55Z</published>
    <updated>2011-09-27T21:42:52Z</updated>

    <summary> Oxford, Miss.&apos;s Fat Possum Records was founded in 1992 with an initial mission to discover and endorse local blues musicians like R.L. Burnside, Junior Kimbrough and Mississippi Fred McDowell....</summary>
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        <name>Stephanie Benson</name>
        
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Oxford, Miss.'s Fat Possum Records was founded in 1992 with an initial mission to discover and endorse local blues musicians like <a href="http://www.rhapsody.com/goto?rcid=art.69095&amp;lsrc=blg_plpossum">R.L. Burnside</a>, <a href="http://www.rhapsody.com/goto?rcid=art.2203&amp;lsrc=blg_plpossum">Junior Kimbrough</a> and <a href="http://www.rhapsody.com/goto?rcid=art.1721&amp;lsrc=blg_plpossum">Mississippi Fred McDowell</a>. It was an honorable ambition, but one that certainly didn't have the label rolling in dough. Since the mid-'00s, however, Fat Possum has experienced a resurgence of sorts, gradually branching out beyond its Southern roots to embrace artists like <a href="http://www.rhapsody.com/goto?rcid=art.44311&amp;lsrc=blg_plpossum">The Black Keys</a>, <a href="http://www.rhapsody.com/goto?rcid=art.12440&amp;lsrc=blg_plpossum">Andrew Bird</a> and <a href="http://www.rhapsody.com/goto?rcid=art.6774685&amp;lsrc=blg_plpossum">Heartless Bastards</a>. Most recently, the label has stretched its limbs even further, cultivating talent from lo-fi indie rockers to soulful singer-songwriters. Their current roster boasts musicians like <a href="http://www.rhapsody.com/goto?rcid=art.26279423&amp;lsrc=blg_plpossum">Wavves</a>, <a href="http://www.rhapsody.com/goto?rcid=art.44153248&amp;lsrc=blg_plpossum">Yuck</a>, <a href="http://www.rhapsody.com/goto?rcid=art.29427717&amp;lsrc=blg_plpossum">Smith Westerns</a>, <a href="http://www.rhapsody.com/goto?rcid=art.15827601&amp;lsrc=blg_plpossum">A.A. Bondy</a>, <a href="http://www.rhapsody.com/goto?rcid=art.13815844&amp;lsrc=blg_plpossum">Lissie</a> and <a href="http://www.rhapsody.com/goto?rcid=art.46267822&amp;lsrc=blg_plpossum">Unknown Mortal Orchestra</a>. Hear these artists and discover more of Fat Possum's newest class with our sampler playlist: <a href="http://play.rhapsody.com/playlistcentral/playlistdetail?playlistId=ply.50000802&amp;lsrc=blg_plpossum"><img alt="" src="http://static.rhap.com/img/rn/img/3/9/9/9/52249993.gif" border="0" height="14" width="18" /></a><b><a href="http://www.rhapsody.com/playlist/Pp.50000802?lsrc=blg_plpossum">Fat Possum Records' New Class</a>.</b><br /><br /><br />]]>
        
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    <title>The Black Crowes, The Southern Harmony and Musical Companion</title>
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    <id>tag:blog.rhapsody.com,2011://1.4185</id>

    <published>2011-09-21T11:00:58Z</published>
    <updated>2011-09-19T21:01:37Z</updated>

    <summary> The Black Crowes&apos; second record not only lived up to the potential shown on the group&apos;s first, it far surpassed anyone&apos;s expectations. A fantastic three-fer opens things up, closely...</summary>
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<a href="http://www.rhapsody.com/goto?rcid=art.1531&lsrc=blg_aotd0921">The Black Crowes</a>' second record not only lived up to the potential shown on the group's first, it far surpassed anyone's expectations. A fantastic three-fer opens things up, closely followed by one of those Crowes masterpieces that seemingly comes from every classic rock song while sounding like nothing that came before it ("<a href="http://play.rhapsody.com/goto?rcid=tra.2646413&lsrc=blg_aotd0921">Sometimes Salvation</a>"). <i><a href="http://www.rhapsody.com/goto?rcid=alb.117021&lsrc=blg_aotd0921">The Southern Harmony and Musical Companion</a></i> jump-started a new era not just of Southern rock but also of rock music itself, just when the career of previous torchbearers <a href="http://www.rhapsody.com/goto?rcid=art. 38450&lsrc=blg_aotd0921">Guns N' Roses</a> began to unravel. [Mike McGuirk]
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    <title>Source Material: Aerosmith, Rocks</title>
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    <updated>2011-09-21T16:09:53Z</updated>

    <summary> In the process of putting together this source material, I attempted to track down as much music writing on Aerosmith &#8212; and on Rocks especially &#8212; as time permitted....</summary>
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In the process of putting together this source material, I attempted to track down as much music writing on <a href="http://www.rhapsody.com/goto?rcid=art.44078&amp;lsrc=blg_smrocks">Aerosmith</a> &#8212; and on <a href="http://play.rhapsody.com/goto?rcid=alb.94563&amp;lsrc=blg_smrocks"><i>Rocks</i></a> especially &#8212; as time permitted. I focused my query on the 1970s: Robert Christgau reviews, <i>The Rolling Stone Illustrated History of Rock &amp; Roll</i>, Lester Bangs, <i>Creem</i>, etc. A lot of what I read was positive. In another lifetime, decades before Aerosmith embarrassed themselves with a Super Bowl jig accompanied by a brood of 21st-century pop tarts, they were genuinely liked by rock's cognoscenti.<br /><br />

What I read can also be boiled down to a basic premise: <i>Aerosmith are sleaze-ball bar-rockers from Boston who will slay you with their raw take on Rolling Stones boogie</i>. That nails the band's m.o. through the decades, yet the nerdy rock 'n' roll clinician in me has always heard more in their sound. Let's begin with ground-zero influences. Steven Tyler's juicy lips don't lie: he grew up worshiping Mick Jagger. But his piercing shriek also contains hints of Robert Plant and Janis Joplin, whom I've always believed is <i>the</i> template for heavy metal frontmen of the 1970s. (Considering the voluminous machismo packed inside the pants of such swaggering beasts, I find it a delicious piece of irony that said beasts copped so many vital moves from a woman.) <br /><br />

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        <![CDATA[Musically speaking, there's no arguing Aerosmith are a souped-up Rolling Stones in many respects. However, this lineage doesn't account for their heaviness and density. Aerosmith's music is much thicker than that of their idols. To help explain this quality, we need to look at the band's love of British blues rock: definitely Free, but in particular Peter Green-era Fleetwood Mac. Because the original incarnation of The Mac fell apart in 1971, their stature at the time as one of the most exciting bands in the world has more or less been lost to history. But make no mistake: just about every head alive was in awe of their triple-guitar attack and how it created a forward propulsion rooted in muscular and slithering relentlessness. On a handful of tunes &#8212; among them "Rattlesnake Shake," "Oh Well," "The Green Manalishi (With the Two Pronged Crown)" and "Only You" &#8212; the band added mightily to the development of both 1970s hard rock and heavy metal. Aerosmith most certainly paid attention. <br /><br />

As for <i>Rocks</i> itself, this is where I split with the commonly perceived rawness in Aerosmith's music. For me the record is an exemplary product of synthesis and production. By 1976 the band had transformed themselves from sleazy bar-rockers into something significantly more mechanical and sculpted: a crystal-studded locomotive whizzing down tracks made of crackling electricity. Interestingly enough, this is what made <i>Rocks</i> so prescient. It's the glossy, light-refracting sound of the 1980s arriving four years ahead of schedule. A lot went into this achievement. Thanks to producer Jack Douglas, the layering of the guitars &#8212; prickly and gnarled, but shimmering, too &#8212; is bloody brilliant. To these ears, Douglas and the band picked up a few ideas from Lynyrd Skynyrd and their original producer, Al Kooper, who together crafted one of the best guitar sounds of the decade with 1974's <i>Second Helping</i>. <br /><br />

Then there's the funk. It's plastered all over <i>Rocks</i>: "<a href="http://www.rhapsody.com/goto?rcid=tra.1876488&amp;lsrc=blg_smrocks">Get the Lead Out</a>," "<a href="http://www.rhapsody.com/goto?rcid=tra.1876482&amp;lsrc=blg_smrocks">Back in the Saddle</a>" and most famously "<a href="http://www.rhapsody.com/goto?rcid=tra.1876483&amp;lsrc=blg_smrocks">Last Child</a>." Guitarist Brad Whitford has said The Meters informed that last tune. But I also smell a pungent whiff of Funkadelic, namely their unique balance of agile syncopation and brute strength. Precision is another factor here. The way Whitford and lead guitarist Joe Perry groove together is sweaty and grinding, but also sharply defined. I like to think of it as an interpretation of the "Deep Purple Effect," that uncanny mix of hard boogie and classical-influenced exactitude. <br /><br />

Finally, there are the psychedelic power-pop vibes permeating <i>Rocks</i>. These are difficult to pinpoint, yet they definitely exist. Repeated spins reveal quite a lot of echo-laden shadow-play woven into nearly every song, but especially in "<a href="http://www.rhapsody.com/goto?rcid=tra.1876487&amp;lsrc=blg_smrocks">Nobody's Fault</a>" and "<a href="http://www.rhapsody.com/goto?rcid=tra.1876485&amp;lsrc=blg_smrocks">Combination</a>." The weariness in both seem to reflect Aerosmith's love of The Beatles' more sonically forceful offerings: <i>The White Album</i>, <i>Revolver</i> and <i>Abbey Road</i>. "Combination" is actually my all-time fave from Aerosmith. The laser-guided harmonies come cloaked in a predawn urban dream; the dopamine has been sucked dry, leaving nothing but deranged and all-too-paranoid poetics:<br /><br />

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<i>I found the secret, the key to the vault<br />We walked in darkness, kept hittin' the walls<br />I took the time, to feel for the door 
<br />I found the secret, the key to it all</i> </blockquote>

At the same time, The Fabs also exerted a strong influence on <i>Rocks</i>' most pop-tastic moments: the celebratory hand claps closing out "<a href="http://www.rhapsody.com/goto?rcid=tra.1876486&amp;lsrc=blg_smrocks">Sick as a Dog</a>," Steven Tyler's squealing "Na na na na ..." in "<a href="http://www.rhapsody.com/goto?rcid=tra.1876489&amp;lsrc=blg_smrocks">Lick and a Promise</a>" and of course the candy-flavored "<a href="http://www.rhapsody.com/goto?rcid=tra.1876490&amp;lsrc=blg_smrocks">Home Tonight</a>, " a piano ballad so effective Aerosmith would regurgitate it a million times over the next 30 years &#8212; and so would every hair metal band from <a href="http://www.rhapsody.com/goto?rcid=art.3485&amp;lsrc=blg_smrocks">Hanoi Rocks</a> to <a href="http://www.rhapsody.com/goto?rcid=art.6669&amp;lsrc=blg_smrocks">Enuff Z'nuff</a>. <br /><br />

After reading up on the albums below, be sure to check out my <a href="http://play.rhapsody.com/playlistcentral/playlistdetail?playlistId=ply.50024909&amp;lsrc=blg_csdthmtl"><img alt="" src="http://static.rhap.com/img/rn/img/3/9/9/9/52249993.gif" border="0" height="14" width="18" /></a><b><a href="http://www.rhapsody.com/playlist/Pp.50024909?lsrc=blg_csdthmtl">Source Material: Aerosmith, <i>Rocks</i></a></b> playlist. <br /><br /><br />



<a href="http://www.rhapsody.com/goto?rcid=alb.22872814&amp;lsrc=blg_smrocks"><img alt="" src="http://static.rhap.com/img/170x170/1/6/0/9/1389061_170x170.jpg" class="mt-image-left" style="float: left; margin: 0pt 20px 20px 0pt;" height="170" width="170" /></a> <a href="http://www.rhapsody.com/goto?rcid=art.2999&amp;lsrc=blg_smrocks"><b>Fleetwood Mac</b></a><br />
<b><i><a href="http://play.rhapsody.com/goto?rcid=alb.22872814&amp;lsrc=blg_smrocks">Men of the World: The Early Years</a></i></b><br />
Though this triple-disc set contains a few gaps, it serves as a quality introduction to <a href="http://www.rhapsody.com/goto?rcid=art.10489&amp;lsrc=blg_smrocks">Peter Green</a>-era Fleetwood Mac. In just three short years, from 1967 to '70 (at which time Green called it quits), the band evolved from British blues freaks into pioneers of hard rock. In the process, they laid a foundation upon which more than a few bands, Aerosmith and Judas Priest among them, would build their styles. To hear this incarnation of Fleetwood Mac at its most gnarly, check out "<a href="http://play.rhapsody.com/goto?rcid=tra.22879619&amp;lsrc=blg_smrocks">The Green Manalishi (With the Two Pronged Crown) </a> " and the live versions of "<a href="http://play.rhapsody.com/goto?rcid=tra.22879633&amp;lsrc=blg_smrocks">Oh Well</a>" and "<a href="http://play.rhapsody.com/goto?rcid=tra.22879636&amp;lsrc=blg_smrocks">Rattlesnake Shake</a>." &#8212; <i>Justin Farrar</i><br /><br />
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<a href="http://www.rhapsody.com/goto?rcid=alb.248634&amp;lsrc=blg_smrocks"><img alt="" src="http://static.rhap.com/img/170x170/2/4/0/9/629042_170x170.jpg" class="mt-image-left" style="float: left; margin: 0pt 20px 20px 0pt;" height="170" width="170" /></a> <a href="http://www.rhapsody.com/goto?rcid=art.61525&amp;lsrc=blg_smrocks"><b>Lynyrd Skynyrd</b></a><br />
<b><i><a href="http://play.rhapsody.com/goto?rcid=alb.248634&amp;lsrc=blg_smrocks">Second Helping</a></i></b><br />
This is perhaps the second-most important record in the Southern rock canon (behind the <a href="http://www.rhapsody.com/goto?rcid=art.60982&amp;lsrc=blg_smrocks">Allmans</a>' <a href="http://www.rhapsody.com/goto?rcid=alb.10346626&amp;lsrc=blg_smrocks"><i>Eat a Peach</i></a>). The second offering from the tragically doomed Florida rockers finds Ronnie Van Zant penning songs of uncommon depth and perception, showing the trajectory from ruin to redemption, and exposing the complicated soul of life beneath the Mason-Dixon line. &#8212; <i>Jaan Uhelszki</i><br /><br /><br /><br />
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<a href="http://www.rhapsody.com/goto?rcid=alb.160270&amp;lsrc=blg_smrocks"><img alt="" src="http://static.rhap.com/img/170x170/4/3/5/5/525534_170x170.jpg" class="mt-image-left" style="float: left; margin: 0pt 20px 20px 0pt;" height="170" width="170" /></a> <a href="http://www.rhapsody.com/goto?rcid=art.978&amp;lsrc=blg_smrocks"><b>The Rolling Stones</b></a><br />
<b><i><a href="http://play.rhapsody.com/goto?rcid=alb.160270&amp;lsrc=blg_smrocks">Goats Head Soup</a></i></b><br />
Panned upon release in 1973, <i>Goats Head Soup</i> is one of those Stones albums that people who don't know anything say is crappy. Sure, <a href="http://www.rhapsody.com/goto?rcid=art.7365&amp;lsrc=blg_smrocks">Mick Jagger</a> sings like he has dirty socks in his mouth half the time, but <a href="http://www.rhapsody.com/goto?rcid=art.4928&amp;lsrc=blg_smrocks">Keith</a>'s apparent discovery of the wah-wah pedal gives the whole record a distinctive sound, and Stones die-hards will get off forever on "<a href="http://play.rhapsody.com/goto?rcid=tra.3090601&amp;lsrc=blg_smrocks">Winter</a>," "<a href="http://play.rhapsody.com/goto?rcid=tra.3090600&amp;lsrc=blg_smrocks">Hide Your Love</a>," "<a href="http://play.rhapsody.com/goto?rcid=tra.3090599&amp;lsrc=blg_smrocks">Silver Train</a>" and "<a href="http://play.rhapsody.com/goto?rcid=tra.3090602&amp;lsrc=blg_smrocks">Can You Hear the Music</a>." And the band actually outdoes itself with "<a href="http://play.rhapsody.com/goto?rcid=tra.3090603&amp;lsrc=blg_smrocks">Star Star</a>" &#8212; the song has the "f" word in the chorus, for crying out loud! &#8212; <i>Mike McGuirk</i><br /><br />
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<a href="http://www.rhapsody.com/goto?rcid=alb.10468646&amp;lsrc=blg_smrocks"><img alt="" src="http://static.rhap.com/img/170x170/3/8/4/3/843483_170x170.jpg" class="mt-image-left" style="float: left; margin: 0pt 20px 20px 0pt;" height="170" width="170" /></a> <a href="http://www.rhapsody.com/goto?rcid=art.2649&amp;lsrc=blg_smrocks"><b>Funkadelic</b></a><br />
<b><i><a href="http://play.rhapsody.com/goto?rcid=alb.10468646&amp;lsrc=blg_smrocks">Maggot Brain</a></i></b><br />
<i>Maggot Brain</i> is sublime and absurd. It's also desperate and terrifying. This kaleidoscope of clashing emotions can be attributed to the Funkadelic aesthetic: take the African American experience as it was in 1971 (all the beauty and joy, pain and strife) and crack open its head with LSD, cosmic mysticism and screaming feedback. This band was not to be messed with &#8212; they rocked as hard as Zeppelin, yet swung like <a href="http://www.rhapsody.com/goto?rcid=art.1105&amp;lsrc=blg_smrocks">Sly &amp; the Family Stone</a>. The anchor, of course, is guitarist <a href="http://www.rhapsody.com/goto?rcid=art.10840364&amp;lsrc=blg_smrocks">Eddie Hazel</a>'s soul-melting <a href="http://www.rhapsody.com/goto?rcid=tra.10473684&amp;lsrc=blg_smrocks">title track</a>, but <i>Maggot Brain</i> is a journey from beginning to end. Early exit is not an option. &#8212; <i>J.F.</i><br /><br />
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<a href="http://www.rhapsody.com/goto?rcid=alb.240749&amp;lsrc=blg_smrocks"><img alt="" src="http://static.rhap.com/img/170x170/6/4/8/0/660846_170x170.jpg" class="mt-image-left" style="float: left; margin: 0pt 20px 20px 0pt;" height="170" width="170" /></a> <a href="http://www.rhapsody.com/goto?rcid=art.2593&amp;lsrc=blg_smrocks"><b>The Jeff Beck Group</b></a><br />
<b><i><a href="http://play.rhapsody.com/goto?rcid=alb.240749&amp;lsrc=blg_smrocks">Truth</a></i></b><br />
This was Jeff Beck's first band &#8212; and album &#8212; after leaving The Yardbirds. Made up of Beck, <a href="http://www.rhapsody.com/goto?rcid=art.39224&amp;lsrc=blg_smrocks">Rod Stewart</a>, Ron Wood and Mickey Waller, the Group gained notoriety with their clever reworking of blues, embellished with Beck's visionary guitar, his fondness for electronic effects and pioneering use of distortion and feedback. What sets this apart from any other British blues records at the time is that the group's sound is lighter and more fluid, and contains a unique dramatic element: the coiled tension of Beck's guitar playing off Rod Stewart's gritty, resolute singing. &#8212; <i>J.U.</i><br /><br />
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<a href="http://www.rhapsody.com/goto?rcid=alb.9057551&amp;lsrc=blg_smrocks"><img alt="" src="http://static.rhap.com/img/170x170/5/9/7/2/1212795_170x170.jpg" class="mt-image-left" style="float: left; margin: 0pt 20px 20px 0pt;" height="170" width="170" /></a> <a href="http://www.rhapsody.com/goto?rcid=art.2460&amp;lsrc=blg_smrocks"><b>Deep Purple</b></a><br />
<b><i><a href="http://play.rhapsody.com/goto?rcid=alb.9057551&amp;lsrc=blg_smrocks">Machine Head</a></i></b><br />
An early and highly formative entry into what would eventually become heavy metal, this 1971 behemoth of a record is Deep Purple's sixth, and was famously recorded in The Rolling Stones' Mobile Studio (a truck). Marked by fat guitars doubled by fatter keyboards, <i>Machine Head</i>'s hits &#8212; "<a href="http://play.rhapsody.com/goto?rcid=tra.9062558&amp;lsrc=blg_smrocks">Highway Star</a>," "<a href="http://play.rhapsody.com/goto?rcid=tra.9062562&amp;lsrc=blg_smrocks">Smoke on the Water</a>" and "<a href="http://play.rhapsody.com/goto?rcid=tra.9062564&amp;lsrc=blg_smrocks">Space Truckin</a>'" &#8212; remain among the band's most recognized songs. An interesting fact is that approximately 99.9 percent of the time, "Smoke on the Water" is the very first rock riff beginning guitarists learn. &#8212; <i>M.M.</i><br /><br />
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<a href="http://www.rhapsody.com/goto?rcid=alb.145787&amp;lsrc=blg_smrocks"><img alt="" src="http://static.rhap.com/img/170x170/9/8/9/5/675989_170x170.jpg" class="mt-image-left" style="float: left; margin: 0pt 20px 20px 0pt;" height="170" width="170" /></a> <a href="http://www.rhapsody.com/goto?rcid=art.4255&amp;lsrc=blg_smrocks"><b>Big Brother &amp; the Holding Company</b></a><br />
<b><i><a href="http://play.rhapsody.com/goto?rcid=alb.145787&amp;lsrc=blg_smrocks">Cheap Thrills</a></i></b><br />
Looking back, <i>Cheap Thrills</i> isn't quite the masterpiece critics hailed it as when released in the summer of '68. Nevertheless, it is at times an exhilarating listen. What's most striking is how on a handful of tracks the band can be heard inventing the template for heavy metal's throat-shredding singer and hot-licks guitarist tandem. <a href="http://www.rhapsody.com/goto?rcid=art.2383&amp;lsrc=blg_smrocks">Page</a>-<a href="http://www.rhapsody.com/goto?rcid=art.4849&amp;lsrc=blg_smrocks">Plant</a>, Tyler-Perry and <a href="http://www.rhapsody.com/goto?rcid=art.203&amp;lsrc=blg_smrocks">Osbourne</a>-<a href="http://www.rhapsody.com/goto?rcid=art.37777&amp;lsrc=blg_smrocks">Iommi</a> all owe a little something to <a href="http://www.rhapsody.com/goto?rcid=art.38144&amp;lsrc=blg_smrocks">Janis Joplin</a> and James Gurley (who were lovers as well as bandmates). To hear this pair at its hardest-rocking, check out "<a href="http://play.rhapsody.com/goto?rcid=tra.2115345&amp;lsrc=blg_smrocks">Combination of the Two</a>" and "<a href="http://play.rhapsody.com/goto?rcid=tra.2115346&amp;lsrc=blg_smrocks">I Need a Man to Love</a>." &#8212; <i>J.F.</i><br /><br />
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<a href="http://www.rhapsody.com/goto?rcid=alb.110337&amp;lsrc=blg_smrocks"><img alt="" src="http://static.rhap.com/img/170x170/8/3/0/4/394038_170x170.jpg" class="mt-image-left" style="float: left; margin: 0pt 20px 20px 0pt;" height="170" width="170" /></a> <a href="http://www.rhapsody.com/goto?rcid=art.4540&amp;lsrc=blg_smrocks"><b>New York Dolls</b></a><br />
<b><i><a href="http://play.rhapsody.com/goto?rcid=alb.110337&amp;lsrc=blg_smrocks">New York Dolls</a></i></b><br />
Few records influenced punk as deeply as this mean and sleazy milestone. With <a href="http://www.rhapsody.com/goto?rcid=art.24832&amp;lsrc=blg_smrocks">David Johansen</a>'s utterly unhinged vocals and <a href="http://www.rhapsody.com/goto?rcid=art.2244&amp;lsrc=blg_smrocks">Johnny Thunders</a>' "<a href="http://www.rhapsody.com/goto?rcid=art.3143&amp;lsrc=blg_smrocks">Chuck Berry</a> + Keith Richards + death wish = rock 'n' roll" guitar equation, the Dolls laid waste to the fat, lazy sound of the time and revived the stumbling ideals of rock 'n' roll. &#8212; <i>M.M.</i><br /><br /><br /><br /><br />
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<a href="http://www.rhapsody.com/goto?rcid=alb.321512&amp;lsrc=blg_smrocks"><img alt="" src="http://static.rhap.com/img/170x170/0/9/7/9/629790_170x170.jpg" class="mt-image-left" style="float: left; margin: 0pt 20px 20px 0pt;" height="170" width="170" /></a> <a href="http://www.rhapsody.com/goto?rcid=art.2793&amp;lsrc=blg_smrocks"><b>Free</b></a><br />
<b><i><a href="http://play.rhapsody.com/goto?rcid=alb.321512&amp;lsrc=blg_smrocks">Fire and Water</a></i></b><br />
Between the endlessly awesome <a href="http://play.rhapsody.com/goto?rcid=tra.2676014&amp;lsrc=blg_smrocks">title cut</a> and the enduring (if cheesy) "<a href="http://play.rhapsody.com/goto?rcid=tra.2676020&amp;lsrc=blg_smrocks">All Right Now</a>" (for which Free are famous), <i>Fire and Water</i> almost absolves singer <a href="http://www.rhapsody.com/goto?rcid=art.11740&amp;lsrc=blg_smrocks">Paul Rodgers</a> of the sins he committed in the 1970s and '80s: namely, <a href="http://www.rhapsody.com/goto?rcid=art.4215&amp;lsrc=blg_smrocks">Bad Company</a>, <a href="http://www.rhapsody.com/goto?rcid=art.6874658&amp;lsrc=blg_smrocks">The Firm</a>, plundering <a href="http://www.rhapsody.com/goto?rcid=art.44156&amp;lsrc=blg_smrocks">Jimi</a>'s grave, not dying, take your pick. Regardless, this is one of the first-ever true hard rock albums. &#8212; <i>M.M.</i><br /><br /><br /><br />
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<a href="http://www.rhapsody.com/goto?rcid=alb.25399089&amp;lsrc=blg_smrocks"><img alt="" src="http://static.rhap.com/img/170x170/9/6/4/2/1542469_170x170.jpg" class="mt-image-left" style="float: left; margin: 0pt 20px 20px 0pt;" height="170" width="170" /></a> <a href="http://www.rhapsody.com/goto?rcid=art.60983&amp;lsrc=blg_smrocks"><b>Faces</b></a><br />
<b><i><a href="http://play.rhapsody.com/goto?rcid=alb.25399089&amp;lsrc=blg_smrocks">A Nod Is as Good as a Wink to a Blind Horse</a></i></b><br />
Between "<a href="http://play.rhapsody.com/goto?rcid=tra.25408020&amp;lsrc=blg_smrocks">Last Orders Please</a>," "<a href="http://play.rhapsody.com/goto?rcid=tra.25408022&amp;lsrc=blg_smrocks">Debris</a>" and "<a href="http://play.rhapsody.com/goto?rcid=tra.25408018&amp;lsrc=blg_smrocks">You're So Rude</a>," Ronnie Lane's pained voice and astonishing talent for detailing lost love stand among the finest moments that '70s music has to offer. Featuring the Faces' lone stateside hit ("<a href="http://play.rhapsody.com/goto?rcid=tra.25408025&amp;lsrc=blg_smrocks">Stay With Me</a>") and several more songs where Rod Stewart practically sings his eyebrows off, <i>A Nod Is as Good as a Wink</i> is the place for any fan of rock 'n' roll music to get their ya-yas out. &#8212; <i>M.M.</i><br /><br /><br /><br />




<b><u>Further listening</u></b><br />

<a href="http://www.rhapsody.com/goto?rcid=art.453&amp;lsrc=blg_smrocks">Led Zeppelin</a>: <i>Physical Graffiti</i> <br />
<a href="http://www.rhapsody.com/goto?rcid=art.3143&amp;lsrc=blg_smrocks">Chuck Berry</a>: <a href="http://play.rhapsody.com/goto?rcid=alb.245719&amp;lsrc=blg_smrocks"><i>The Chess Box</i></a><br />
<a href="http://www.rhapsody.com/goto?rcid=art.61767&amp;lsrc=blg_smrocks">The Meters</a>: <a href="http://play.rhapsody.com/goto?rcid=alb.199566&amp;lsrc=blg_smrocks"><i>Fire on the Bayou</i></a><br />
<a href="http://www.rhapsody.com/goto?rcid=art.415&amp;lsrc=blg_smrocks">James Gang</a>: <a href="http://play.rhapsody.com/goto?rcid=alb.113062&amp;lsrc=blg_smrocks"><i>Rides Again</i></a><br />
<a href="http://www.rhapsody.com/goto?rcid=art.45922&amp;lsrc=blg_smrocks">The Rock and Roll Trio</a>: <a href="http://play.rhapsody.com/goto?rcid=alb.5278390&amp;lsrc=blg_smrocks"><i>Tear It Up &#8212; The Complete Legendary Coral Recordings</i></a><br />
<a href="http://www.rhapsody.com/goto?rcid=art.61025&amp;lsrc=blg_smrocks">The Beatles</a>: <i>Abbey Road</i><br />
<a href="http://www.rhapsody.com/goto?rcid=art.50378&amp;lsrc=blg_smrocks">Harry Nilsson</a>: <a href="http://play.rhapsody.com/goto?rcid=alb.17507693&amp;lsrc=blg_smrocks"><i>Aerial Ballet</i></a><br />
<a href="http://www.rhapsody.com/goto?rcid=art.62066&amp;lsrc=blg_smrocks">The Yardbirds</a>: <a href="http://play.rhapsody.com/goto?rcid=alb.114269&amp;lsrc=blg_smrocks"><i>Roger the Engineer</i></a><br />
<a href="http://www.rhapsody.com/goto?rcid=art.2124&amp;lsrc=blg_smrocks">Judas Priest</a>: <a href="http://play.rhapsody.com/goto?rcid=alb.203738&amp;lsrc=blg_smrocks"><i>Sin After Sin</i></a><br />
<a href="http://www.rhapsody.com/goto?rcid=art.60483&amp;lsrc=blg_smrocks">Iggy &amp; the Stooges</a>: <a href="http://play.rhapsody.com/goto?rcid=alb.32999746&amp;lsrc=blg_smrocks"><i>Raw Power</i></a><br /><br />.<br />
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    <title>Vanilla Fudge, Vanilla Fudge</title>
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    <published>2011-09-18T11:00:28Z</published>
    <updated>2011-09-16T17:37:01Z</updated>

    <summary>Vanilla Fudge&apos;s self-titled 1967 debut, a totem of swinging, heavy, radical hard rock.</summary>
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<a href="http://www.rhapsody.com/goto?rcid=art.1069&lsrc=blg_aotd0918">Vanilla Fudge</a> suffered from myriad weaknesses: poor choice in covers, lousy songwriting, way too much schmaltzy blue-eyed soul and an unhealthy obsession with hippie-baked sonic poetry. Despite all this, the band's 1967 <a href="http://www.rhapsody.com/goto?rcid=alb.9265365&lsrc=blg_aotd0918">debut</a> was a radical statement about the possibilities of heaviness in rock and roll. Whereas <a href="http://www.rhapsody.com/goto?rcid=art.44156&lsrc=blg_aotd0918">The Jimi Hendrix Experience</a> swung hard but with agility, the Fudge rumbled like a couple of continental plates slowly ramming into one another. It's a plodding aesthetic that would influence a whole generation of hard-rock icons, including <a href="http://www.rhapsody.com/goto?rcid=art.44069&lsrc=blg_aotd0918">Black Sabbath</a>, <a href="http://www.rhapsody.com/goto?rcid=art.453&lsrc=blg_aotd0918">Led Zeppelin</a> and <a href="http://www.rhapsody.com/goto?rcid=art.1218&lsrc=blg_aotd0918">Blue Cheer</a>. [Justin Farrar]<br /><br />
<a href="http://play.rhapsody.com/goto?rcid=alb.9265365&lsrc=blg_aotd0918">Hear It Now!</a><br><br><br></td>
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    <title>Cheat Sheet: Concept Albums Of The 2000s</title>
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    <published>2011-09-16T17:41:06Z</published>
    <updated>2011-09-23T18:42:08Z</updated>

    <summary> With the arrival of Alice Cooper&apos;s new record, Welcome 2 My Nightmare -- a concept-album sequel to his 1975 classic Welcome to My Nightmare -- we got to thinking....</summary>
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With the arrival of Alice Cooper's new record, <em>Welcome 2 My Nightmare</em> -- a concept-album sequel to his 1975 classic <a href="http://www.rhapsody.com/goto?rcid=alb.44025747&lsrc=blg_csconcept"<i>Welcome to My Nightmare</i></a> -- we got to thinking. It seemed like the whole idea of the concept album, a major facet of the rock era, with entries from damn near everybody -- The Beatles (<em>Sgt. Pepper's</em>), <a href="http://www.rhapsody.com/artist/the-beach-boys/album/pet-sounds">The Beach Boys</a>, <a href="http://www.rhapsody.com/artist/the-kinks/album/a-soap-opera">The Kinks</a>, <a href="http://www.rhapsody.com/artist/pink-floyd/album/the-wall">Floyd</a>, <a href="http://www.rhapsody.com/artist/yes/album/relayer-rhinoelektra">Yes</a>, <a href="http://www.rhapsody.com/artist/genesis/album/the-lamb-lies-down-on-broadway">Genesis</a>, <a href="http://www.rhapsody.com/artist/the-who/album/tommy-bonus-tracks">The Who</a> -- had died a horrible, somewhat <a href="http://www.rhapsody.com/artist/emerson-lake-and-palmer/album/tarkus">goofy</a>, death. In my addled mind, I somehow got the idea that besides pretty much anything by Mastodon or R. Kelly (who both <a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=cdaAWFoWr2c" target="_blank">sang a cellphone conversation</a> or <a href="http://www.rhapsody.com/artist/r-kelly/album/trapped-in-the-closet-chapters-1-12-explicit">hid in a closet</a>), the concept album had gone the way of the dinosaur since <a href="http://www.rhapsody.com/goto?rcid=art.68413&lsrc=blg_csconcept">Roger Waters</a>' <a href="http://www.rhapsody.com/goto?rcid=alb.322060&lsrc=blg_csconcept"><em>The Pros and Cons of Hitch Hiking</em></a> came out in 1984. Boy, was I wrong.<br><br>

Not only are there tons of concept albums still coming out, they're emerging from genres as far afield as progressive metal and hip-hop. Even better, the results are still often slightly crappy, a time-honored tradition of this '70s, uh, tradition. Let's face it, making a record with a unifying theme is not easy, and there are gonna be holes. Often musicians just get points for trying (in my book anyway). And I have to admit, I often like the crappy concept albums better than the "successful" ones. Below, you'll find a cross-section of some of the concept albums that came out in the past decade. As you can see, the art form is far from dying, and is just as suspect as ever. <br><br>



<a href="http://www.rhapsody.com/goto?rcid=alb.49309070&lsrc=blg_csconcept"><img alt="" src="http://static.rhap.com/img/170x170/0/0/7/4/2704700_170x170.jpg" class="mt-image-left" style="float: left; margin: 0pt 20px 20px 0pt;" height="170" width="170" /></a><a href="http://www.rhapsody.com/goto?rcid=art.3711&lsrc=blg_csconcept"><b>Alice Cooper</b></a><br />
<b><i><a href="http://play.rhapsody.com/goto?rcid=alb.49309070&lsrc=blg_csconcept">Welcome 2 My Nightmare</a></i></b><br />
While there's no escaping the fact that the most hardcore drug referenced on this sequel to the 1975 album is, uh, caffeine (<a href="http://play.rhapsody.com/goto?rcid=tra.49309072&lsrc=blg_csconcept">track 2</a>), at least former members of the Alice Cooper Band are playing the music. And even though there are both Auto-Tune vocals and rapping, there are moments when the group's '70s ferocity is recaptured, sort of. Their proclivities for cabaret music and Broadway dramatics are also touched on. To be fair, that rapping ("<a href="http://play.rhapsody.com/goto?rcid=tra.49309078&lsrc=blg_csconcept">Disco Bloodbath Boogie Fever</a>") is done as a joke, and Cooper's trademark sly humor is everywhere here. [Mike McGuirk]<br /><br />
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        <![CDATA[<a href="http://www.rhapsody.com/goto?rcid=alb.6489114&lsrc=blg_csconcept"><img alt="" src="http://static.rhap.com/img/170x170/3/7/1/3/653173_170x170.jpg" class="mt-image-left" style="float: left; margin: 0pt 20px 20px 0pt;" height="170" width="170" /></a><a href="http://www.rhapsody.com/goto?rcid=art.6167&lsrc=blg_csconcept"><b>Green Day</b></a><br />
<b><i><a href="http://play.rhapsody.com/goto?rcid=alb.6489114&lsrc=blg_csconcept">American Idiot</a></i></b><br />
Led by the killer <a href="http://play.rhapsody.com/goto?rcid=tra.6492080&lsrc=blg_csconcept">title track</a>, <em>American Idiot</em> finds Green Day sounding as vital as ever. Told through the character "<a href="http://play.rhapsody.com/goto?rcid=tra.6492081&lsrc=blg_csconcept">Jesus of Suburbia</a>," the concept album, released just prior to the 2004 presidential election, is nourished by the trio's vitriol over America's political climate and overall malaise. Rock-opera riffs complement instantly gratifying pop hooks that extend well beyond the band's punk roots. Even when they slow it down they still pack a punch. The album won a Grammy for Best Rock Album and reignited the band's flagging career, all while spreading its message far and wide. [Stephanie Benson]<br /><br />
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<a href="http://www.rhapsody.com/goto?rcid=alb.39864356&lsrc=blg_csconcept"><img alt="" src="http://static.rhap.com/img/170x170/0/9/7/9/2079790_170x170.jpg" class="mt-image-left" style="float: left; margin: 0pt 20px 20px 0pt;" height="170" width="170" /></a><a href="http://www.rhapsody.com/goto?rcid=art.11497767&lsrc=blg_csconcept"><b>The Devil Wears Prada</b></a><br />
<b><i><a href="http://play.rhapsody.com/goto?rcid=alb.39864356&lsrc=blg_csconcept">Zombie EP</a></i></b><br />
<em>Zombie</em> has a heavier <a href="http://www.rhapsody.com/goto?rcid=art.42266&lsrc=blg_csconcept">Slayer</a> influence than past albums, five songs focused on faster speeds and, of course, zombies, zombies, zombies: songs about the coming zombie apocalypse, what zombies look like, being outnumbered by zombies, and surviving the aforementioned zombie apocalypse. Singer Mike Hranica got the idea while reading <em>The Zombie Survival Guide</em> by Max Brooks. Why it took so long for somebody to come up with such a perfect idea for a metal record is beyond us; we're just glad The Devil Wears Prada finally did. [M.M.]<br /><br />
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<a href="http://www.rhapsody.com/goto?rcid=alb.6421973&lsrc=blg_csconcept"><img alt="" src="http://static.rhap.com/img/170x170/7/1/2/7/777217_170x170.jpg" class="mt-image-left" style="float: left; margin: 0pt 20px 20px 0pt;" height="170" width="170" /></a><a href="http://www.rhapsody.com/goto?rcid=art.57228&lsrc=blg_csconcept"><b>Mastodon</b></a><br />
<b><i><a href="http://play.rhapsody.com/goto?rcid=alb.6421973&lsrc=blg_csconcept">Leviathan</a></i></b><br />
Voted 2004's Album of the Year in <i>Kerrang!</i>, <i>Terrorizer</i> and <i>Revolver</i> magazines, <i>Leviathan</i> is a concept album based on Herman Melville's <i>Moby Dick</i>. The Atlanta prog-metal band's critically acclaimed combination of sludge-metal punch and <a href="http://www.rhapsody.com/goto?rcid=art.612&lsrc=blg_csconcept">Thin Lizzy</a>-harmonized guitar leads made just about every metal fan in America say "UHG2BFKM!" when the album appeared and promptly began embarrassing everyone else in '04. Its only failing is that you can't actually toss harpoons at sperm whales while listening to "<a href="http://play.rhapsody.com/goto?rcid=tra.6423103&lsrc=blg_csconcept">Seabeast</a>." [M.M.]<br /><br />
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<a href="http://www.rhapsody.com/goto?rcid=alb.11371125&lsrc=blg_csconcept"><img alt="" src="http://static.rhap.com/img/170x170/4/9/4/8/888494_170x170.jpg" class="mt-image-left" style="float: left; margin: 0pt 20px 20px 0pt;" height="170" width="170" /></a><a href="http://www.rhapsody.com/goto?rcid=art.57228&lsrc=blg_csconcept"><b>Mastodon</b></a><br />
<b><i><a href="http://play.rhapsody.com/goto?rcid=alb.11371125&lsrc=blg_csconcept">Blood Mountain</a></i></b><br />
One look at the artwork here and you can tell immediately that <i>Blood Mountain</i> is a concept album about the life-and-death struggle faced when one is lost in the wilderness, climbing a mountain at night and under the influence of some kind of transpersonal shamanistic sacred cacti. Right? Also, the album represents the elemental nature of the earth. Yeah, these guys are weirdos. You might want to avoid "<a href="http://play.rhapsody.com/goto?rcid=tra.11395187&lsrc=blg_csconcept">Circle of Cysquatch</a>" and "<a href="http://play.rhapsody.com/goto?rcid=tra.11395188&lsrc=blg_csconcept">Bladecatcher</a>" until that cactus has left your system. Or not. [M.M.]<br /><br />
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<a href="http://www.rhapsody.com/goto?rcid=alb.26742360&lsrc=blg_csconcept"><img alt="" src="http://static.rhap.com/img/170x170/3/9/2/3/1593293_170x170.jpg" class="mt-image-left" style="float: left; margin: 0pt 20px 20px 0pt;" height="170" width="170" /></a><a href="http://www.rhapsody.com/goto?rcid=art.57228&lsrc=blg_csconcept"><b>Mastodon</b></a><br />
<b><i><a href="http://play.rhapsody.com/goto?rcid=alb.26742360&lsrc=blg_csconcept">Crack the Skye</a></i></b><br />
While it may not be easy to figure out what the members of Mastodon are talking about -- tsarist Russia, Rasputin, astral travel, wormholes and Stephen Hawking are tied together -- the important thing is to be open to the ideas explored in <em>Crack the Skye</em>. It doesn't hurt that opener "<a href="http://play.rhapsody.com/goto?rcid=tra.26743378&lsrc=blg_csconcept">Oblivion</a>" is descended directly from <a href="http://www.rhapsody.com/goto?rcid=art.69132&lsrc=blg_csconcept">Pink Floyd</a>'s <em>Animals</em>, and that half the time you think you're listening to <a href="http://www.rhapsody.com/goto?rcid=art.4075&lsrc=blg_csconcept">Blue Oyster Cult</a>. The genuinely far-out groove-jam "<a href="http://play.rhapsody.com/goto?rcid=tra.26743381&lsrc=blg_csconcept">The Last Baron</a>" brings everything together with an effortlessness only Mastodon can offer. [M.M.]<br /><br />
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<a href="http://www.rhapsody.com/goto?rcid=alb.17121992&lsrc=blg_csconcept"><img alt="" src="http://static.rhap.com/img/170x170/2/1/8/1/1141812_170x170.jpg" class="mt-image-left" style="float: left; margin: 0pt 20px 20px 0pt;" height="170" width="170" /></a><a href="http://www.rhapsody.com/goto?rcid=art.1289&lsrc=blg_csconcept"><b>Jay-Z</b></a><br />
<b><i><a href="http://play.rhapsody.com/goto?rcid=alb.17121992&lsrc=blg_csconcept">American Gangster</a></i></b><br />
"I used to give a f*ck / Now, I give a f*ck less," Jay-Z states on "Success," and here he's abandoned <a href="http://www.rhapsody.com/goto?rcid=alb.12392105&lsrc=blg_csconcept"><i>Kingdom Come</i></a>'s beach chair for a spot on a dirty street corner. The album is painted in washed-out grays and dark blues, drained of hooks and informed by the loss and soulful sway of soaring horns and rattling bongos. This is nostalgia as blood lust, gangster rap as social commentary, and Jay wears his politics on his sleeve throughout, aiming at Imus on "<a href="http://play.rhapsody.com/goto?rcid=tra.17130351&lsrc=blg_csconcept">Ignorant Sh*t</a>" and licking shots at Reagan on "<a href="http://play.rhapsody.com/goto?rcid=tra.17130355&lsrc=blg_csconcept">Blue Magic</a>." This is an excellent return to form. [Sam Chennault]<br /><br />
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<a href="http://www.rhapsody.com/goto?rcid=alb.15811065&lsrc=blg_csconcept"><img alt="" src="http://static.rhap.com/img/170x170/4/4/1/3/1073144_170x170.jpg" class="mt-image-left" style="float: left; margin: 0pt 20px 20px 0pt;" height="170" width="170" /></a><a href="http://www.rhapsody.com/goto?rcid=art.10620673&lsrc=blg_csconcept"><b>Drop Dead, Gorgeous</b></a><br />
<b><i><a href="http://play.rhapsody.com/goto?rcid=alb.15811065&lsrc=blg_csconcept">Worse Than a Fairytale</a></i></b><br />
The third release from this barely legal Denver emo sextet is a concept album about a serial killer terrorizing a fictional town called Saylor Lake. When the album came out in 2007, fans were encouraged to figure out who the murderer is, with an almost unheard-of level of hype culminating in some interactive online contest. But <em>Worse Than a Fairy Tale</em> may not have needed all the hoopla. With seriously impressive guitars, dynamic, spittle-y vocals and frequent codas you'll sing along with, the songs, especially the opener, are far better than the usual "crappy guitars with wimps singing" favored by most Warped Tour faves. [M.M.]<br /><br />
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<a href="http://www.rhapsody.com/goto?rcid=alb.293533&lsrc=blg_csconcept"><img alt="" src="http://static.rhap.com/img/170x170/0/5/2/7/627250_170x170.jpg" class="mt-image-left" style="float: left; margin: 0pt 20px 20px 0pt;" height="170" width="170" /></a><a href="http://www.rhapsody.com/goto?rcid=art.44068&lsrc=blg_csconcept"><b>Neil Young</b></a><br />
<b><i><a href="http://play.rhapsody.com/goto?rcid=alb.293533&lsrc=blg_csconcept">Greendale</a></i></b><br />
With Crazy Horse behind him and a fire underneath him, Neil Young has made a rolling epic to rival any of his triumphs. <i>Greendale</i> tells the saga of a family caught up in media hysterics and environmental woes. It's like Thornton Wilder's <i>Our Town</i> amid an expanse of cracked, rumbling guitar and folk music. [Jon Pruett]<br /><br />
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<a href="http://www.rhapsody.com/goto?rcid=alb.12023134&lsrc=blg_csconcept"><img alt="" src="http://static.rhap.com/img/170x170/8/7/4/0/920478_170x170.jpg" class="mt-image-left" style="float: left; margin: 0pt 20px 20px 0pt;" height="170" width="170" /></a><a href="http://www.rhapsody.com/goto?rcid=art.6086653&lsrc=blg_csconcept"><b>My Chemical Romance</b></a><br />
<b><i><a href="http://play.rhapsody.com/goto?rcid=alb.12023134&lsrc=blg_csconcept">The Black Parade</a></i></b><br />
For its ambition, <i>The Black Parade</i> echoes that other rock record of October 2006, <a href="http://www.rhapsody.com/goto?rcid=art.5242673&lsrc=blg_csconcept">The Killers</a>' <a href="http://www.rhapsody.com/goto?rcid=alb.11738772&lsrc=blg_csconcept"><i>Sam's Town</i></a>: brash guitars, brassy horns and Gerard Way's adenoidal yelp drive a concept album about a cancer victim's ghost (or something). Unlike their Vegas brethren, though, MCR don't switch up styles in an effort to squeeze a little gravitas out of their glossy rock. On this follow up to their 2004 breakout, they're slam-dancing with the vaguely gothic, amphetamine-laced sound that brung 'em. See if you don't do a spit-take when the titular single storms the ramparts toward the end. Epic and gutsy. [Garrett Kamps]<br /><br />
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<a href="http://www.rhapsody.com/goto?rcid=alb.22792574&lsrc=blg_csconcept"><img alt="" src="http://static.rhap.com/img/170x170/6/6/0/5/1385066_170x170.jpg" class="mt-image-left" style="float: left; margin: 0pt 20px 20px 0pt;" height="170" width="170" /></a><a href="http://www.rhapsody.com/goto?rcid=art.53523&lsrc=blg_csconcept"><b>Deltron 3030</b></a><br />
<b><i><a href="http://play.rhapsody.com/goto?rcid=alb.22792574&lsrc=blg_csconcept">Deltron 3030</a></i></b><br />
Behold a futuristic supergroup comprising <a href="http://www.rhapsody.com/goto?rcid=art.63607&lsrc=blg_csconcept">Dan the Automator</a>, <a href="http://www.rhapsody.com/goto?rcid=art.7701&lsrc=blg_csconcept">Del</a>, and <a href="http://www.rhapsody.com/goto?rcid=art.61291&lsrc=blg_csconcept">Kid Koala</a>. Hyperoriginal, the album's semi-apocalyptic production, advanced lyricism and exceptional DJ work combine to create an intergalactic vision somewhere between <i>Blade Runner</i> and <i>2001</i>. Standouts include "<a href="http://play.rhapsody.com/goto?rcid=tra.22799771&lsrc=blg_csconcept">Madness</a>," "<a href="http://play.rhapsody.com/goto?rcid=tra.22799764&lsrc=blg_csconcept">Positive Contact</a>," and "<a href="http://play.rhapsody.com/goto?rcid=tra.22799763&lsrc=blg_csconcept">Things You Can Do</a>."  [Brolin Winning]<br /><br />
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<a href="http://www.rhapsody.com/goto?rcid=alb.300418&lsrc=blg_csconcept"><img alt="" src="http://static.rhap.com/img/170x170/5/6/6/2/562665_170x170.jpg" class="mt-image-left" style="float: left; margin: 0pt 20px 20px 0pt;" height="170" width="170" /></a><a href="http://www.rhapsody.com/goto?rcid=art.37340&lsrc=blg_csconcept"><b>The Mars Volta</b></a><br />
<b><i><a href="http://play.rhapsody.com/goto?rcid=alb.300418&lsrc=blg_csconcept">De-Loused in the Comatorium</a></i></b><br />
<a href="http://www.rhapsody.com/goto?rcid=art.33773&lsrc=blg_csconcept">At the Drive-In</a> members Cedric Bixler and Omar Rodriguez regroup with this experimental project, which combines the emocore of their past with 1970s psychedelia and a conceptual subtext about the death of their friend. Heavy. At times Mars Volta sound like <a href="http://www.rhapsody.com/goto?rcid=art.44156&lsrc=blg_csconcept">Hendrix</a>'s "<a href="http://play.rhapsody.com/goto?rcid=tra.2034491&lsrc=blg_csconcept">1983...A Merman I Should Turn To Be</a>." At other times they sound as good as <a href="http://www.rhapsody.com/goto?rcid=art.44218&lsrc=blg_csconcept">Trail of Dead</a>. [M.M.]<br /><br />
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<a href="http://www.rhapsody.com/goto?rcid=alb.43528743&lsrc=blg_csconcept"><img alt="" src="http://static.rhap.com/img/170x170/7/6/9/6/2266967_170x170.jpg" class="mt-image-left" style="float: left; margin: 0pt 20px 20px 0pt;" height="170" width="170" /></a><a href="http://www.rhapsody.com/goto?rcid=art.589&lsrc=blg_csconcept"><b>Three 6 Mafia</b></a><br />
<b><i><a href="http://play.rhapsody.com/goto?rcid=alb.43528743&lsrc=blg_csconcept">Choices</a></i></b><br />
Three 6 Mafia's soundtrack to the straight-to-DVD flick <i>Choices</i> offers the debauched Memphis gangster raps you've come to love (or hate). There are a few snippets from the movie, but they don't preview any major plot points. Meanwhile, the group engages in a battle of the sexes with <a href="http://www.rhapsody.com/goto?rcid=art.58749&lsrc=blg_csconcept">La Chat</a> on the hit "<a href="http://play.rhapsody.com/goto?rcid=tra.43528747&lsrc=blg_csconcept">Baby Mama</a>" and "<a href="http://play.rhapsody.com/goto?rcid=tra.43528744&lsrc=blg_csconcept">2-Way Freak</a>." It's the best aspect of a Hypnotize Minds showcase that has standout beats (check the crunk romp "<a href="http://play.rhapsody.com/goto?rcid=tra.43528753&lsrc=blg_csconcept">We Shootin' 1st</a>") and largely disposable raps, with T-Rock's grizzled vocals on "<a href="http://play.rhapsody.com/goto?rcid=tra.43528758&lsrc=blg_csconcept">Slang & Serve</a>" and "<a href="http://play.rhapsody.com/goto?rcid=tra.43528749&lsrc=blg_csconcept">Wona Get Some, I Got Some</a>" an exception. [Mosi Reeves]<br /><br />
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    <title>Friday Mixtape: Old School Aerosmith Effin Rocks!</title>
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    <id>tag:blog.rhapsody.com,2011://1.4174</id>

    <published>2011-09-16T15:53:32Z</published>
    <updated>2011-09-16T16:34:55Z</updated>

    <summary> As a general rule here at Rhapsody HQ, our editors encourage us to transform our creative juices into raging rapids when concocting these Friday Mixtapes. They would&apos;ve been thrilled...</summary>
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As a general rule here at Rhapsody HQ, our editors encourage us to transform our creative juices into raging rapids when concocting these <a href="http://www.rhapsody.com/blog/friday-mixtape?lsrc=blg_fmaero">Friday Mixtapes</a>. They would've been thrilled to pickles had I pitched, say, any one of the following:<br><br>

(1) Ten songs to crank when baking a loaf of cheddar-flavored San Francisco sourdough<br><br>

(2) The ultimate soundtrack for changing my newborn's diapers in an airport restroom packed with Shriners from Dayton, Ohio<br><br>

(3) Gloomy tunes that remind me of the 100 days I spent quarantined with pertussis in the eighth grade<br><br>

I mention this only because I feel as if I need to apologize for the mundane theme behind this week's Friday Mixtape, Old School Aerosmith Effin Rocks! There are two good reasons for my decision, however. First off, and this point cannot be overstated, <a href="http://www.rhapsody.com/goto?rcid=art.44078&lsrc=blg_fmaero">Aerosmith</a> has finally made their entire discography available to Rhapsody for streaming. We now offer nearly everything, from <a href="http://www.rhapsody.com/goto?rcid=alb.94563&lsrc=blg_fmaero"><I>Rocks</I></a> to <a href="http://www.rhapsody.com/goto?rcid=alb.108127&lsrc=blg_fmaero"><I>Nine Lives</I></a>, <a href="http://www.rhapsody.com/goto?rcid=alb.118691&lsrc=blg_fmaero"><I>Toys in the Attic</I></a> to <a href="http://www.rhapsody.com/goto?rcid=alb.292064&lsrc=blg_fmaero"><I>Big Ones</I></a>, <a href="http://www.rhapsody.com/goto?rcid=alb.100347&lsrc=blg_fmaero"><I>Rock in a Hard Place</I></a> to <a href="http://www.rhapsody.com/goto?rcid=alb.109107&lsrc=blg_fmaero"><I>Get Your Wings</I></a>. For classic-rock nerds like me, this is <I>huge</I>. Who knows, maybe I'll finally purchase that 1978 Firebird I've always wanted and retrofit its stereo to play Rhapsody? As Wooderson once declared, "We're talking some f*ckin' muscle." <br><br>

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        <![CDATA[The second point revolves around a specific period in Aerosmith's history, the group's pre-comeback period: 1972 to '85. Though they dropped a couple clunkers during this stretch (though I contend the perpetually underrated <a href="http://www.rhapsody.com/goto?rcid=alb.172146&lsrc=blg_fmaero"><I>Done With Mirrors</I></a> is far better than both <a href="http://www.rhapsody.com/goto?rcid=alb.260422&lsrc=blg_fmaero"><I>Permanent Vacation</I></a> and <a href="http://www.rhapsody.com/goto?rcid=alb.301497&lsrc=blg_fmaero"><I>Pump</I></a>), the band produced some of the very best rock in the genre's history. In particular, the stretch between <I>Toys in the Attic</I> and <a href="http://www.rhapsody.com/goto?rcid=alb.112332&lsrc=blg_fmaero"><I>Night in the Ruts</I></a> is mind blowing -- still. The band crafted a muscular, dense and slyly psychedelic brand of boogie-metal that owed as much to <a href="http://www.rhapsody.com/goto?rcid=art.10489&lsrc=blg_fmaero">Peter Green</a>-era <a href="http://www.rhapsody.com/goto?rcid=art.2999&lsrc=blg_fmaero">Fleetwood Mac</a> and <a href="http://www.rhapsody.com/goto?rcid=art.2649&lsrc=blg_fmaero">Funkadelic</a> and as it did to <a href="http://www.rhapsody.com/goto?rcid=art.978&lsrc=blg_fmaero">The Rolling Stones</a> and <a href="http://www.rhapsody.com/goto?rcid=art.453&lsrc=blg_fmaero">Led Zeppelin</a>. Aerosmith might've been bar-rock lunkheads from Boston, but during this period they were damn near peerless when it came to real-deal groove research. <br><br>

Make Wooderson proud and crank my <a href="http://play.rhapsody.com/playlistcentral/playlistdetail?playlistId=ply.49982285&lsrc=blg_fmaero"><img alt="" src="http://static.rhap.com/img/rn/img/3/9/9/9/52249993.gif" border="0" height="14" width="18" /></a><b><a href="http://www.rhapsody.com/playlist/Pp.49982285?lsrc=blg_fmaero">Friday Mixtape: Old School Aerosmith Effin Rocks!</a></b> playlist right now.<br /><br /><br />
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<entry>
    <title>Ram Jam, The Very Best of Ram Jam</title>
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    <id>tag:blog.rhapsody.com,2011://1.4169</id>

    <published>2011-09-15T11:00:56Z</published>
    <updated>2011-09-15T04:01:33Z</updated>

    <summary>Hell yeah, it&apos;s The Very Best of Ram Jam! This is pure &apos;70s bubblegum biker-boogie heaven.</summary>
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First concocted in the studio by producers Kasenetz-Katz to capitalize on the Top 40 (and impending sports arena) success of ex-<a href="http://www.rhapsody.com/goto?rcid=art.49161&lsrc=blg_aotd0915">Lemon Piper</a> Bill Bartlett's glitter-stomp <a href="http://www.rhapsody.com/goto?rcid=art.68664&lsrc=blg_aotd0915">Leadbelly</a> update "<a href="http://play.rhapsody.com/goto?rcid=tra.13612974&lsrc=blg_aotd0915">Black Betty</a>," <a href="http://www.rhapsody.com/goto?rcid=art.6555&lsrc=blg_aotd0915">Ram Jam</a> evolved into a self-contained unit that released two late '70s albums, the second way heavier. This comp ropes in both, all 20 cuts: glammy future <a href="http://www.rhapsody.com/goto?rcid=art.13966460&lsrc=blg_aotd0915">Joan Jett</a> cover "<a href="http://play.rhapsody.com/goto?rcid=tra.13612983&lsrc=blg_aotd0915">Too Bad On Your Birthday</a>," hot <a href="http://www.rhapsody.com/goto?rcid=art.1840&lsrc=blg_aotd0915">Nugent</a> rip "<a href="http://play.rhapsody.com/goto?rcid=tra.13612979&lsrc=blg_aotd0915">404</a>," cool <a href="http://www.rhapsody.com/goto?rcid=art.60982&lsrc=blg_aotd0915">Allmans</a> rip "<a href="http://play.rhapsody.com/goto?rcid=tra.13612980&lsrc=blg_aotd0915">High Steppin</a>'," fast metal "<a href="http://play.rhapsody.com/goto?rcid=tra.13612990&lsrc=blg_aotd0915">Runaway Runaway</a>," mean road-dawg slog "<a href="http://play.rhapsody.com/goto?rcid=tra.13612985&lsrc=blg_aotd0915">Turnpike</a>," bratty teen anthem "<a href="http://play.rhapsody.com/goto?rcid=tra.13612984&lsrc=blg_aotd0915">The Kid Next Door</a>" and bubblegum biker boogie galore. [Chuck Eddy]<br /><br />
<a href="http://play.rhapsody.com/goto?rcid=alb.13610909&lsrc=blg_aotd0915">Hear It Now!</a><br><br><br></td>
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<entry>
    <title>Bruce Springsteen, The Rising</title>
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    <id>tag:blog.rhapsody.com,2011://1.4155</id>

    <published>2011-09-11T11:00:07Z</published>
    <updated>2011-09-09T22:20:04Z</updated>

    <summary> With an understated yet intense power, Bruce examines the open sore left on the American people&apos;s psyche following the events of September 11, 2001. More importantly, he&apos;s written some...</summary>
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With an understated yet intense power, <a href="http://www.rhapsody.com/goto?rcid=art.298&lsrc=blg_aotd0911">Bruce</a> examines the open sore left on the American people's psyche following the events of September 11, 2001. More importantly, he's written some great songs here. Many will find <a href="http://www.rhapsody.com/goto?rcid=alb.228557&lsrc=blg_aotd0911"><I>The Rising</I></a> inspirational and moving in a way few rock records have ever been. <i>&#8212;Mike McGuirk</i><br /><br />
<a href="http://play.rhapsody.com/goto?rcid=alb.228557&lsrc=blg_aotd0911">Hear It Now!</a><br><br><br></td>
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<entry>
    <title>Friday Mixtape: Songs to Recover From Acute Appendicitis and Tennis Elbow With</title>
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    <id>tag:blog.rhapsody.com,2011://1.4149</id>

    <published>2011-09-09T17:00:39Z</published>
    <updated>2011-09-09T18:35:41Z</updated>

    <summary> So anyway: the extremely sore arm came first. Was initially scared it might be carpal tunnel. Googling suggested otherwise. Was relieved to learn that it being on my right...</summary>
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So anyway: the extremely sore arm came first. Was initially scared it might be carpal tunnel. Googling suggested otherwise. Was relieved to learn that it being on my right side was good news. (Left can be a sign of heart failure!) Doctor prescribed exercises and ointments and ice packs. Very weird, since I don't play tennis, but so be it. <br /><br />

Then, just as that was starting to heal, my stomach started hurting. A lot. After a couple days &#8212; longer than heartburn's ever lasted before &#8212; it got unbearable, so I got concerned. CAT Scan said acute appendicitis (which, hey, beats kidney stones or an ulcer), so I went to the emergency room and they took it out and I slept at the hospital for a night. And the thing about your appendix is, once it's gone, it's gone &#8212; didn't need the thing in the first place! Tummy's fine now; arm's still sore, just not as much. <br /><br />

All of that happened in the past couple months, so naturally I constructed a playlist of music that helped me through. Most of the songs don't relate <i>directly</i> to said medical conditions, though at least two prominently feature pills (and one a hospital bed), and several concern trying to pay bills when there are more than enough of them to go around. But usually they're not too depressing about it. (Well, maybe once or twice.) There are two consecutive, highly boisterous songs about the economic difficulties of being an all-woman band on the road, which may well have nothing to do with the topic at hand, but you never know. There is also a song about assembly lines followed by a song about grocery lines followed by a song about unemployment lines &#8212; which happened entirely by accident, I swear! Genres include vocal jazz, country, arena prog, funk, New Wave, didgeridoo soul-rock, gospel, Italo disco, and plenty of hard rock and metal, not necessarily in that order. Hey, whatever works, right? Can't vouch for you, but these worked for me. <br /><br />
Click here to listen to the entire playlist: <a href="http://play.rhapsody.com/playlistcentral/playlistdetail?playlistId=ply.49759195&amp;lsrc=blg_fmtnnslbw"><img alt="" src="http://static.rhap.com/img/rn/img/3/9/9/9/52249993.gif" border="0" height="14" width="18" /></a><b><a href="http://www.rhapsody.com/playlist/Pp.49759195?lsrc=blg_fmtnnslbw">Songs to Recover from Acute Appendicitis and Tennis Elbow With</a></b><br /><br />

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<entry>
    <title>The Jimi Hendrix Experience, Electric Ladyland</title>
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    <id>tag:blog.rhapsody.com,2011://1.4151</id>

    <published>2011-09-09T11:00:00Z</published>
    <updated>2011-09-08T21:18:53Z</updated>

    <summary>The Jimi Hendrix Experience&apos;s Electric Ladyland, one of the most beloved double albums of all time</summary>
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The 20th century produced few double-albums as iconic as <a href="http://www.rhapsody.com/goto?rcid=alb.154402&lsrc=blg_aotd0909"><I>Electric Ladyland</I></a>. It kind of makes sense this was <a href="http://www.rhapsody.com/goto?rcid=art.44156&lsrc=blg_aotd0909">Hendrix</a>'s last album with <a href="http://www.rhapsody.com/goto?rcid=art.10482565&lsrc=blg_aotd0909">Noel</a> and Mitch. Where else could the trio take their sound? Transforming the studio into a psychedelic laboratory, they cracked the rock genome and infused it with chromosomes pulled from soul, blues and even folk music. What has been lost to time is just how unique <I>Electric Ladyland</I> sounded in 1968. Other bands had ventured pretty far out (<a href="http://www.rhapsody.com/goto?rcid=art.62066&lsrc=blg_aotd0909">The Yardbirds</a>, <a href="http://www.rhapsody.com/goto?rcid=art.445&lsrc=blg_aotd0909">13th Floor Elevators</a>, <a href="http://www.rhapsody.com/goto?rcid=art.1172&lsrc=blg_aotd0909">The Byrds</a>). But none of them rocketed into deep inner space quite like these guys. <i>&#8212;Justin Farrar</i><br /><br />
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<entry>
    <title>MC5, Kick Out the Jams</title>
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    <summary> Words can&apos;t really explain this epic recording: you must listen to understand why MC5 were Detroit&apos;s chosen child. These songs were recorded live at the Grande Ballroom in 1969...</summary>
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Words can't really explain this epic recording: you must listen to understand why <a href="http://www.rhapsody.com/goto?rcid=art.1935&lsrc=blg_aotd0908">MC5</a> were Detroit's chosen child. These songs were recorded live at the Grande Ballroom in 1969 and demonstrate how powerful the band was in concert. Their solid, soulful chemistry will drift from your speakers like heavy smoke. <i>&#8212;Eric Shea</i><br /><br />
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    <title>September 11, 2001 Scrapbook</title>
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    <summary> We all reacted to the horrible events of September 11, 2001, in our own ways &#8212; wherever we were, whatever we were doing, whichever CD or radio station or...</summary>
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We all reacted to the horrible events of September 11, 2001, in our own ways &#8212; wherever we were, whatever we were doing, whichever CD or radio station or fizzy pop single we first reached for to help us cope. Here, Rhapsody's editors offer their own musical perspectives, from saber-rattling country to hopeful worship music, from pop-punk bromides to plaintive protest songs, from the momentary tentativeness of comedy to the fieriness of hip-hop to the transcendence of jazz. As Sonny Rollins put it, "Maybe music can help. I don't know, but we have to try something." Here's what we tried. <br /><br />

<b>Sifting Through the Ashes in New York City</b><br /><br />

I was in Park Slope, Brooklyn, that morning, about to board the subway for work in Lower Manhattan, when my roommate told me I should turn the TV on. After the second plane hit, I went up to the roof of our apartment building and watched the smoke. Cars were dusted with ashes as far south as where I lived. I spent the day switching between staring at TV news and trying to drown out the hell in my head (and the fear that the Army might call me back up) with desolate ambient doomsday metal: <a href="http://www.rhapsody.com/goto?rcid=art.743&amp;lsrc=blg_911">Neurosis</a>, <a href="http://www.rhapsody.com/goto?rcid=art.919&amp;lsrc=blg_911">My Dying Bride</a>, <a href="http://www.rhapsody.com/goto?rcid=art.3608&amp;lsrc=blg_911">Amorphis</a> droning about mushroom clouds. <br /><br />

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        <![CDATA[The morning of September 12, I actually managed to walk over the bridge to the offices of the <i>Village Voice</i>, where I worked as music editor and within days would put together a special section devoted to the attacks. Lower Manhattan looked like a ghost town. <br /><br />

Over the next few months, I sorted through more than a thousand submissions of 9/11-inspired songs and chose 18 to appear on a <i>Voice</i> album I curated to benefit World Trade Center victims. Artists participating: <a href="http://www.rhapsody.com/goto?rcid=art.4054&amp;lsrc=blg_911">Moby</a> ("<a href="http://play.rhapsody.com/goto?rcid=tra.9424145&amp;lsrc=blg_911">Memory Gospel</a>"), <a href="http://www.rhapsody.com/goto?rcid=art.3026&amp;lsrc=blg_911">Cornershop</a>, <a href="http://www.rhapsody.com/goto?rcid=art.1403&amp;lsrc=blg_911">The Mekons</a>, <a href="http://www.rhapsody.com/goto?rcid=art.45167&amp;lsrc=blg_911">Joseph Arthur</a>, future Tea Partier <a href="http://www.rhapsody.com/goto?rcid=art.7282&amp;lsrc=blg_911">Moe Tucker</a> ("<a href="http://play.rhapsody.com/goto?rcid=tra.1396232&amp;lsrc=blg_911">Fired Up</a>"), <a href="http://www.rhapsody.com/goto?rcid=art.39916&amp;lsrc=blg_911">Andrew W.K.</a> ("<a href="http://play.rhapsody.com/goto?rcid=tra.2550479&amp;lsrc=blg_911">I Love NYC</a>"), <a href="http://www.rhapsody.com/goto?rcid=art.3786&amp;lsrc=blg_911">Afrikaa Bambaataa</a>, ex-<a href="http://www.rhapsody.com/goto?rcid=art.5471&amp;lsrc=blg_911">Slit</a> Ari Upp, <a href="http://www.rhapsody.com/goto?rcid=art.1915&amp;lsrc=blg_911">Sheila Chandra</a>, <a href="http://www.rhapsody.com/goto?rcid=art.60029&amp;lsrc=blg_911">Hakim</a>, <a href="http://www.rhapsody.com/goto?rcid=art.40524&amp;lsrc=blg_911">Gogol Bordello</a> ("<a href="http://play.rhapsody.com/goto?rcid=tra.40984067&amp;lsrc=blg_911">Baro Foro</a>"), <a href="http://www.rhapsody.com/goto?rcid=art.20003&amp;lsrc=blg_911">Uri Caine</a>, <a href="http://www.rhapsody.com/goto?rcid=art.55090&amp;lsrc=blg_911">Loudon Wainwright III</a>, Peter Stampfel's <a href="http://www.rhapsody.com/goto?rcid=art.38264&amp;lsrc=blg_911">Du-Tels</a>, <a href="http://www.rhapsody.com/goto?rcid=art.39850&amp;lsrc=blg_911">Atmosphere</a>, Baaba Maal, <a href="http://www.rhapsody.com/goto?rcid=art.2138&amp;lsrc=blg_911">Matthew Shipp</a>, and <a href="http://www.rhapsody.com/goto?rcid=art.46741&amp;lsrc=blg_911">Lenny Dee</a> (with his noise-techno <a href="http://www.rhapsody.com/goto?rcid=art.10773347&amp;lsrc=blg_911">DJ Skinhead</a> collaboration "<a href="http://play.rhapsody.com/goto?rcid=tra.22975028&amp;lsrc=blg_911">Extreme Terror</a>"). The range of that music &#8212; crossing styles and continents, with particular attention paid to the Middle East &#8212; was intentional. But it did not make the coming decade any less divisive. &#8212; <i>Chuck Eddy</i><br /><br />

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<b>Alan Jackson and the Ultimate Post-9/11 Anthem</b><br /><br />

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On November 7, 2001 &#8212; less than two months after the September 11 attacks &#8212; <a href="http://www.rhapsody.com/goto?rcid=art.1046&amp;lsrc=blg_911">Alan Jackson</a> performed a brand-new song at the CMA Awards. He quickly moved the audience to tears, and "<a href="http://play.rhapsody.com/goto?rcid=tra.2132103&amp;lsrc=blg_911">Where Were You (When the World Stopped Turning</a>") soon became the quintessential post-9/11 song for many.<br /><br />

Jackson later explained that he wanted to write a song that wasn't vengeful or patriotic, but simply encapsulated how he felt on that day. He obviously hit the emotional nail on the head, as "Where Were You" went on to top both the country and pop charts. Many artists wrote post-9/11 songs immediately after the attacks, but very few bothered after Jackson weighed in. As Lon Helton, country editor of the now-defunct trade publication <i>Radio &amp; Records</i>, put it, "Alan Jackson's song stopped about 150 guys in their tracks. They heard it and just put down their pens."<br /><br />

Traditionally, country music goes hand-in-hand with conservative patriotism and tales of war. Perhaps that's because, as <a href="http://www.rhapsody.com/goto?rcid=art.12090340&amp;lsrc=blg_911">Josh Thompson</a> writes of his country brethren in the song "<a href="http://play.rhapsody.com/goto?rcid=tra.32158116&amp;lsrc=blg_911">Way Out Here</a>," "We got a fightin' side a mile wide but we pray for peace/ 'Cause it's mostly us that end up serving overseas." In any case, Jackson's wasn't the only song to reverberate. Check out our playlist of post-9/11 country songs, and patriotic songs that took on new significance in a post-9/11 world. &#8212; <i>Linda Ryan</i><br /><br />

Playlist: <a href="http://play.rhapsody.com/playlistcentral/playlistdetail?playlistId=ply.49712508&lsrc=blg_911"><img alt="" src="http://static.rhap.com/img/rn/img/3/9/9/9/52249993.gif" border="0" height="14" width="18" /></a><b><a href="http://www.rhapsody.com/playlist/Pp.49712508?lsrc=blg_911">Country's Best Post 9/11 and Patriotic Songs</a></b><br /><br />

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<b>Retail Therapy: Jay-Z, Nickelback and 9/11's Other New Releases</b><br /><br />

<a href="http://www.rhapsody.com/goto?rcid=art.42266&amp;lsrc=blg_911">Slayer</a> put out an album called <a href="http://www.rhapsody.com/goto?rcid=alb.262205&amp;lsrc=blg_911"><i>God Hates Us All</i></a> on September 11, 2001. You couldn't make this stuff up. But the album that ends with the triptych of "<a href="http://play.rhapsody.com/goto?rcid=tra.3043901&amp;lsrc=blg_911">War Zone</a>," "<a href="http://play.rhapsody.com/goto?rcid=tra.3043902&amp;lsrc=blg_911">Here Comes the Pain</a>" and "<a href="http://play.rhapsody.com/goto?rcid=tra.3043903&amp;lsrc=blg_911">Payback</a>" was hardly that day's most notable release. <br /><br />

For excellence, head straight for <a href="http://www.rhapsody.com/goto?rcid=art.1289&amp;lsrc=blg_911">Jay-Z</a>'s <a href="http://www.rhapsody.com/goto?rcid=alb.13789907&amp;lsrc=blg_911"><i>The Blueprint</i></a>, arguably his crowning achievement and a critical/commercial juggernaut so massive he's made two (inferior) sequels. For notoriety, it's gotta be <a href="http://www.rhapsody.com/goto?rcid=art.2238&amp;lsrc=blg_911">Mariah Carey</a>'s <i>Glitter</i> soundtrack, a titanic debacle that once threatened to ruin her career. And then there's <a href="http://www.rhapsody.com/goto?rcid=art.831&amp;lsrc=blg_911">Bob Dylan</a>, who loosed the critically adored <a href="http://www.rhapsody.com/goto?rcid=alb.266691&amp;lsrc=blg_911"><i>Love and Theft</i></a> upon the world that morning, full of apocalyptic imagery that made him look eerily prophetic: "What did Dylan know and when did he know it?" wondered Greg Tate in the <i>Village Voice</i>. <br /><br />

Elsewhere, you had au courant nu-metalheads <a href="http://www.rhapsody.com/goto?rcid=art.8188&amp;lsrc=blg_911">P.O.D.</a> offering <a href="http://www.rhapsody.com/goto?rcid=alb.215556&amp;lsrc=blg_911"><i>Satellite</i></a>, and the major-label debut from a modest little Canadian dude-rock outfit called <a href="http://www.rhapsody.com/goto?rcid=art.14479&amp;lsrc=blg_911">Nickelback</a>: <a href="http://www.rhapsody.com/goto?rcid=alb.310778&amp;lsrc=blg_911"><i>Silver Side Up</i></a> is home to "<a href="http://play.rhapsody.com/goto?rcid=tra.2149562&amp;lsrc=blg_911">How You Remind Me</a>," maybe the No. 1 song to blare at the gym while newly patriotic bros upped their bench-press reps and imagined taking on the Taliban themselves. If you found all that a little ridiculous, so did <a href="http://www.rhapsody.com/goto?rcid=art.61892&amp;lsrc=blg_911">Ben Folds</a>, whose wry solo debut, <a href="http://www.rhapsody.com/goto?rcid=alb.204020&amp;lsrc=blg_911"><i>Rockin' the Suburbs</i></a>, lampooned the mooks incessantly. <br /><br />

Of course the single most famous record affected by the events of 9/11 was actually <a href="http://www.rhapsody.com/goto?rcid=art.43744&amp;lsrc=blg_911">The Coup</a>'s <a href="http://www.rhapsody.com/goto?rcid=alb.198015&amp;lsrc=blg_911"><i>Party Music</i></a>, a politically incendiary party-rap classic that wasn't due out for a month but caused a stir in the aftermath anyway: the (quickly changed) cover image depicted members Boots Riley and Pam the Funkstress blowing up the World Trade Center. Prog-metal giants <a href="http://www.rhapsody.com/goto?rcid=art.3719&amp;lsrc=blg_911">Dream Theater</a> encountered a similar problem: their <a href="http://www.rhapsody.com/goto?rcid=alb.319370&amp;lsrc=blg_911"><i>Live Scenes from New York</i></a> was out that day, with a cover featuring a flaming apple topped by the Twin Towers. (That version is now a collector's item.) <br /><br />

Personally, diving back into all of this, the September 11, 2001, record that strikes me as most poignant now is probably the least ominous-feeling: <a href="http://www.rhapsody.com/goto?rcid=art.5081&amp;lsrc=blg_911">They Might Be Giants</a>' <a href="http://www.rhapsody.com/goto?rcid=alb.231051&amp;lsrc=blg_911"><i>Mink Car</i></a>, a minor entry in the relentlessly clever Brooklyn duo's catalog, but listening now to the simultaneously goofy and melancholy dance pop anthem "<a href="http://play.rhapsody.com/goto?rcid=tra.1819077&amp;lsrc=blg_911">Man, It's So Loud in Here</a>" is oddly affecting. A few months later, I went to a T.M.B.G. show in Columbus, Ohio, that was interrupted by a full power outage; in the hour-long wait until a backup generator arrived, they did a few songs unplugged, after cofounder John Flansburgh shushed the restless crowd by noting, "We come from a place that's dealing with far worse problems than this one." &#8212; <i>Rob Harvilla</i><br /><br />

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<b>Top of the Charts: The Biggest Songs That Week</b><br /><br />
It's a somewhat macabre business, musically re-creating 9/11 with a playlist of the top songs on the charts that week. After all, none of us wants to relive that tragedy &#8212; or, worse, to pickle and preserve it into some kind of musical commemorative plate that's cut off from the real-life pain and loss that our country experienced that day. But in another sense, looking back at the music of the week of September 11 is more like creating and then unearthing a time capsule, an aural document not only of a formative moment in American history, but also of American culture at that time. So what can we learn about ourselves from the top songs the week of September 11, 2001? Well, even as the United States went through one of the most traumatic experiences in its history, we still found inspiration to think about love; to dance to the diverse sounds (from hip-hop to country) that make up the palette of American pop; and to be joyful, with a little help from fellow Americans like <a href="http://www.rhapsody.com/goto?rcid=art.2630&amp;lsrc=blg_911">Jennifer Lopez</a>, <a href="http://www.rhapsody.com/goto?rcid=art.48841&amp;lsrc=blg_911">Alicia Keys</a>, <a href="http://www.rhapsody.com/goto?rcid=art.1244&amp;lsrc=blg_911">Usher</a>, <a href="http://www.rhapsody.com/goto?rcid=art.59657&amp;lsrc=blg_911">Missy Elliott</a>, <a href="http://www.rhapsody.com/goto?rcid=art.5847&amp;lsrc=blg_911">Sugar Ray</a> and more. &#8212; <i>Rachel Devitt</i><br /><br />


Playlist: <a href="http://play.rhapsody.com/playlistcentral/playlistdetail?playlistId=ply.49755268&lsrc=blg_911"><img alt="" src="http://static.rhap.com/img/rn/img/3/9/9/9/52249993.gif" border="0" height="14" width="18" /></a><b><a href="http://www.rhapsody.com/playlist/Pp.49755268?lsrc=blg_911">A Musical Snapshot of September 11, 2001: The Songs on the Charts</a></b><br /><br />

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<b>The Statue of Liberty Shakes Her Fist, and a Country Goes to War</b><br /><br />

From the day Al-Qaeda hit its targets, I imagined <a href="http://www.rhapsody.com/goto?rcid=art.4772&amp;lsrc=blg_911">Brooks &amp; Dunn</a>'s hard-rocking patriotic country hit from that summer, "<a href="http://play.rhapsody.com/goto?rcid=tra.2140416&amp;lsrc=blg_911">Only in America</a>" &#8212; out three months at that point, and one of my favorite 2001 singles &#8212; becoming an exceptionalist anthem; in the next half-decade, it would be used by both Republicans and Democrats in presidential campaigns, and by Oliver Stone in his <i>World Trade Center</i> movie. But it's still not the country song that people most associate with 9/11.<br /><br />

That would, of course, be <a href="http://www.rhapsody.com/goto?rcid=art.8471&amp;lsrc=blg_911">Toby Keith</a>'s "<a href="http://play.rhapsody.com/goto?rcid=tra.2821796&amp;lsrc=blg_911">Courtesy of the Red White and Blue (The Angry American)</a>," which would come out in May 2002 and go on to top the country charts. It was impossibly rousing (I've sung it, badly, in karaoke myself); impossibly ridiculous in its violent imagery ("the Statue of Liberty started shaking her fist," then "we put a boot in your ass, it's the American way"); and impossibly offensive in its jingoist propagandizing if you wanted it to be But it was &#8212; like it or not &#8212; a song that had to be sung, because all wars of magnitude need war songs of similar magnitude, and who better to sing it than probably the greatest male singer of the 21st century's first decade? <br /><br />

Keith &#8212; a self-proclaimed conservative Democrat who has claimed he never supported our preemptive adventure in Iraq &#8212; initially played it only for troops, the story goes, but eventually put it out after a Marine Corps Commandant told him it was his duty to inspire the men and women in uniform. In some ways, it was undoubtedly pure opportunism: though he later named a 2003 album <a href="http://www.rhapsody.com/goto?rcid=alb.300598&amp;lsrc=blg_911"><i>Shock'n Y'all</i></a>, and though he has recorded a handful of red-state editorials since, they really aren't Keith's main stock in trade, or even what he's best at. <br /><br />

As warmongering country goes, "Courtesy" wasn't alone: <a href="http://www.rhapsody.com/goto?rcid=art.33811&amp;lsrc=blg_911">Darryl Worley</a>'s 2003 No. 1 hit "<a href="http://play.rhapsody.com/goto?rcid=tra.3693584&amp;lsrc=blg_911">Have You Forgotten?</a>" deceitfully pretended Iraq was responsible for September 11; <a href="http://www.rhapsody.com/goto?rcid=art.68464&amp;lsrc=blg_911">Hank Williams Jr.</a>'s 2002 "<a href="http://play.rhapsody.com/goto?rcid=tra.2595763&amp;lsrc=blg_911">America Will Survive</a>" updated his three-decade-old urbanite-baiting anthem "<a href="http://play.rhapsody.com/goto?rcid=tra.1928349&amp;lsrc=blg_911">A Country Boy Can Survive</a>" for current-event consumption; and <a href="http://www.rhapsody.com/goto?rcid=art.37729&amp;lsrc=blg_911">Montgomery Gentry</a> and <a href="http://www.rhapsody.com/goto?rcid=art.200&amp;lsrc=blg_911">Trace Adkins</a> both fought their own good fights. But "Courtesy of the Red White and Blue" is the one that defined its time, for all time &#8212; and, ultimately, defined its artist. Toby Keith will never live it down. But there's a lot the rest of us will never live down, too. &#8212; <i>C.E.</i><br /><br />

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<b>The Dixie Chicks and the Perils of Post-9/11 Political Controversy</b><br /><br />

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Not since Chicago's infamous 1979 Disco Demolition Night has there been such a vociferous backlash to a body of music. Back then, it was an entire genre. In 2003, the target was more precise: the <a href="http://www.rhapsody.com/goto?rcid=art.61796&amp;lsrc=blg_911">Dixie Chicks</a>. <br /><br />

There are numerous examples of entertainers suffering the consequences of their outspoken opposition to America's post-September 11 actions and policies, but none compare to what happened here. While the Texas-based country trio was on tour in England, singer Natalie Maines famously declared that the band was "ashamed the President of the United States is from Texas," setting off a firestorm of controversy that still resonates more than eight years later. In fact, the band's saga so thoroughly saturated pop culture that it resulted in a famous <i>Entertainment Weekly</i> cover, a full-length documentary (<i>Shut Up and Sing</i>), and the phrases "Dixie Chicking" and "Dixie Chicked" permanently joining the vernacular. <br /><br />

The trio, once music's top-grossing "girl group" thanks to No. 1 albums like 1999's <a href="http://www.rhapsody.com/goto?rcid=alb.30766672&amp;lsrc=blg_911"><i>Fly</i></a> and 2002's <a href="http://www.rhapsody.com/goto?rcid=alb.128498&amp;lsrc=blg_911"><i>Home</i></a>, was subsequently blacklisted from most country radio playlists. More conservative &#8212; or patriotic, depending on your politics &#8212; pundits actively encouraged Dixie Chicks CD-burning parties. Ticket sales in many concert markets plummeted, and the group received death threats. <br /><br />

In 2007, the Chicks swept the Grammy Awards with their album <a href="http://www.rhapsody.com/goto?rcid=alb.27100956&amp;lsrc=blg_911"><i>Taking the Long Way</i></a>, taking home statues for Album of the Year, Song of the Year, Record of the Year and, oddly, Country Album of the Year. Despite this, they haven't made a new album since, and neither <a href="http://www.rhapsody.com/goto?rcid=art.7243046&amp;lsrc=blg_911">Natalie Maine</a>'s solo single (a cover of <a href="http://www.rhapsody.com/goto?rcid=art.44122&amp;lsrc=blg_911">The Beach Boys</a>' "<a href="http://play.rhapsody.com/goto?rcid=tra.44994029&amp;lsrc=blg_911">God Only Knows</a>") nor Emily Robison and Martie Maguire's offshoot band <a href="http://www.rhapsody.com/goto?rcid=art.32823907&amp;lsrc=blg_911">Court Yard Hounds</a> has gained any real traction. No band's trajectory was more drastically affected by the cultural climate after September 11. &#8212; <i>L.R.</i><br /><br />

Playlist: <a href="http://play.rhapsody.com/playlistcentral/playlistdetail?playlistId=ply.49730030&lsrc=blg_911"><img alt="" src="http://static.rhap.com/img/rn/img/3/9/9/9/52249993.gif" border="0" height="14" width="18" /></a><b><a href="http://www.rhapsody.com/playlist/Pp.49730030?lsrc=blg_911">The Dixie Chicks Best Of</a></b><br /><br />

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<b>Rap Struggles to Respond</b><br /><br />
It may be unfair to single out rap artists for their response to the tragic events of September 11. Artists in every discipline, from music to movies to literature and visual art, have struggled to express themselves in this defining moment. But in a genre that prizes topicality and ghetto realism, whether it's a carefully edited documentary or an exaggerated form of musical <i>verité</i>, the halting way rappers chose to address the World Trade Center attacks is particularly glaring.

In the immediate aftermath of the attacks, there was mostly silence. The rapid-reaction MP3 infrastructure that swirls around any major event today didn't truly exist yet, so most of the late-2001 release slate didn't mention it, including Jay-Z's <i>The Blueprint</i> (famously released on September 11) and <a href="http://www.rhapsody.com/goto?rcid=art.57017&amp;lsrc=blg_911">Dilated Peoples</a>' <a href="http://www.rhapsody.com/goto?rcid=alb.306455&amp;lsrc=blg_911"><i>Expansion Team</i></a>. However, contemporaneous work took on new significance, including <a href="http://www.rhapsody.com/goto?rcid=art.37986&amp;lsrc=blg_911">Cannibal Ox</a>'s diary of New York squalor <i>The Cold Vein</i>, <a href="http://www.rhapsody.com/goto?rcid=art.5747&amp;lsrc=blg_911">Trick Daddy</a>'s condemnatory "<a href="http://play.rhapsody.com/goto?rcid=tra.2039646&amp;lsrc=blg_911">Amerika</a>," and <a href="http://www.rhapsody.com/goto?rcid=art.384&amp;lsrc=blg_911">DMX</a>'s street-revolutionary anthem "<a href="http://play.rhapsody.com/goto?rcid=tra.3306297&amp;lsrc=blg_911">Who We Be</a>." Advance artwork for The Coup's <i>Party Music</i> featured Boots Riley and Pam the Funkstress blowing up the Twin Towers with a radio tuner, but it was quickly replaced after the attacks and before the album's November 6 release. <br /><br />

The lone exception to this disquiet was <a href="http://www.rhapsody.com/goto?rcid=art.41309&amp;lsrc=blg_911">Sage Francis</a>' "<a href="http://play.rhapsody.com/goto?rcid=tra.13316176&amp;lsrc=blg_911">Makeshift Patriot</a>." Recorded and released several weeks after the attacks as a free MP3, it has a reportorial perspective as he compares the terrorist-manned planes to Trojan horses and recounts how "the fallout was far beyond the toxic clouds where people were like debris." <br /><br />

By the end of the year, stray references to September 11 began to appear. "Who the f*ck knocked our buildings down?/ Who behind the World Trade massacre? Step up now," rapped a newly patriotic <a href="http://www.rhapsody.com/goto?rcid=art.7272812&amp;lsrc=blg_911">Ghostface Killah</a> on <a href="http://www.rhapsody.com/goto?rcid=art.40189&amp;lsrc=blg_911">Wu-Tang Clan</a>'s "<a href="http://play.rhapsody.com/goto?rcid=tra.2866582&amp;lsrc=blg_911">Rules</a>." On his anti-war song "Rule," <a href="http://www.rhapsody.com/goto?rcid=art.539&amp;lsrc=blg_911">Nas</a> took a more expansive view, rapping, "Lost lives in the towers and Pentagon, why then/ Must it go on/ We must stop the killing." <br /><br />

This approach prevailed during the next few years, as September 11 became a throwaway metaphor for urban blight and American resilience. "This that 9/11 music right here, man," bragged <a href="http://www.rhapsody.com/goto?rcid=art.9264903&amp;lsrc=blg_911">Jim Jones</a> on "Ground Zero" from <a href="http://www.rhapsody.com/goto?rcid=art.65298&amp;lsrc=blg_911">The Diplomats</a>' <a href="http://www.rhapsody.com/goto?rcid=alb.285500&amp;lsrc=blg_911"><i>Diplomatic Immunity</i></a>. (Ironically, The Diplomats also called themselves The Taliban.) On "<a href="http://play.rhapsody.com/goto?rcid=tra.3064252&amp;lsrc=blg_911">A Ballad for the Fallen Soldier</a>," Jay-Z compared a street hustler's life to someone serving in the armed forces. "They're both at war," he observed. "Off to boot camp, they're both facing terror/ Bin Laden been happenin' in Manhattan." <br /><br />

While music about September 11 has mostly disappointed, the subsequent War on Terror &#8212; along with the Iraq and Afghanistan wars &#8212; inspired a wave of memorable critiques against President Bush. "Bin Laden didn't blow up the projects/ It was you, n*gga/ Tell the truth, n*gga," chants <a href="http://www.rhapsody.com/goto?rcid=art.4546&amp;lsrc=blg_911">Mos Def</a> on <a href="http://www.rhapsody.com/goto?rcid=art.11974143&amp;lsrc=blg_911">Immortal Technique</a>'s "<a href="http://play.rhapsody.com/goto?rcid=tra.7652976&amp;lsrc=blg_911">Bin Laden</a>," which &#8212; along with <a href="http://www.rhapsody.com/goto?rcid=art.43901&amp;lsrc=blg_911">Jadakiss</a>' "<a href="http://play.rhapsody.com/goto?rcid=tra.6183405&amp;lsrc=blg_911">Why</a>" and <a href="http://www.rhapsody.com/goto?rcid=art.5967&amp;lsrc=blg_911">Mr. Lif</a>'s "Home of the Brave" &#8212; advanced the conspiracy theory that the Bush administration orchestrated the September 11 attacks as a Faustian global power grab. <br /><br />

Meanwhile, September 11 as an event unto itself has largely gone unanalyzed. Perhaps hip-hop artists are more comfortable with using the U.S. government as a stock villain for all the hardship that has befallen us since that day, from never-ending wars to economic catastrophe, than imagining the complex forces that irrevocably changed 21st-century American life. &#8212; <i>Mosi Reeves</i> <br /><br />

Playlist: <a href="http://play.rhapsody.com/playlistcentral/playlistdetail?playlistId=ply.49739928&lsrc=blg_911"><img alt="" src="http://static.rhap.com/img/rn/img/3/9/9/9/52249993.gif" border="0" height="14" width="18" /></a><b><a href="http://www.rhapsody.com/playlist/Pp.49739928?lsrc=blg_911">Hip-Hop Artists Respond To 9-11</a></b><br /><br />

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<b>American Idiots: Punks Find Politics</b><br /><br />
In 1994, Billie Joe Armstrong slashed at a thrift-store sofa and sang about masturbation's fabled affect on one's retinas. It may have seemed dim and silly to some, but it gave the older folks, worried they were raising a generation of slackers, a reason to fear punk again. <a href="http://www.rhapsody.com/goto?rcid=art.6167&amp;lsrc=blg_911">Green Day</a> went on to release a handful of semi-successful albums, but it seemed <a href="http://www.rhapsody.com/goto?rcid=alb.183188&amp;lsrc=blg_911"><i>Dookie</i></a> would forever be their creative crest. Then September 11 happened. And a decade following their breakout album, Green Day rediscovered their role as a punk band &#8212; because a new generation needed it. A rock opera that resulted in both Grammy love and a Broadway musical, <a href="http://www.rhapsody.com/goto?rcid=alb.6489114&amp;lsrc=blg_911"><i>American Idiot</i></a> may not have sounded like the stoned-out anarchist thrash the Berkeley band started with, but it was every bit as punk in its intent. <br /><br />
The album, Green Day's seventh, came out three years and 10 days after September 11, and one month and 12 days before the 2004 presidential election. The timing was not arbitrary. Told through the Average Joe "<a href="http://www.rhapsody.com/goto?rcid=tra.6492081&amp;lsrc=blg_911">Jesus of Suburbia</a>," <i>American Idiot</i> didn't speak directly to the events of September 11, but instead embodied America's sociopolitical climate and overall malaise in the tragedy's aftermath. Its emotions hit every stage of grief &#8212; from denial to anger to depression &#8212; all while a love story unfolds. It's not a commentary on terrorists, President Bush or weapons of mass destruction. It's about the trickle-down effect of all of that &#8212; what the majority of us battle with and question daily. Love, in our seemingly insignificant lives, is hard enough to define and find in peacetime, so how does the "information nation of hysteria" deal with it in a time of war and an "age of paranoia"? &#8212; <i>Stephanie Benson</i><br /><br />

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<b>A New Era of Protest Songs</b><br /><br />
In the days after September 11, 2001, Americans did what they do best: rallied together to support our fellow citizens and started the hard work necessary to pick up the pieces after the tragic events of that day. But in the weeks and months that followed, as the government unveiled its own response, people also began tapping into another important American legacy: dissent. Musicians were no different. As President Bush engaged the country in a multinational war that many felt was wrongheaded, artists from Nas to the Dixie Chicks, <a href="http://www.rhapsody.com/goto?rcid=art.13990&amp;lsrc=blg_911">Pink</a> to <a href="http://www.rhapsody.com/goto?rcid=art.69216&amp;lsrc=blg_911">Pearl Jam</a> began penning songs criticizing the government. <br /><br />
The history of American popular music is also, in many ways, a history of protest song and musical resistance. Sometimes that resistance has been to cultural mores, like the sexual taboos challenged by classic blues artists and early rock 'n' rollers. In other eras, music has served as a critical voice of protest against social inequality, like the songs of the 1960s Civil Rights Movement that helped to dismantle racist policies and attitudes. And at other times, music has helped to shape a movement that rises up to critique the government and affect change, like the anti-war repertoire of the 1960s and '70s. The post-September 11 protest-song movement didn't ever reach the cohesive magnitude of the Vietnam era, in part because the country was so divided about which direction we should take. But the songs in this playlist nonetheless helped to remind pop music of its activist roots and keep alive the politics of dissent. &#8212; <i>R.D.</i><br /><br />

Playlist: <a href="http://play.rhapsody.com/playlistcentral/playlistdetail?playlistId=ply.49821186&lsrc=blg_911"><img alt="" src="http://static.rhap.com/img/rn/img/3/9/9/9/52249993.gif" border="0" height="14" width="18" /></a><b><a href="http://www.rhapsody.com/playlist/Pp.49821186?lsrc=blg_911">A New Era of Protest Songs</a></b><br /><br />

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<b>Gilbert Gottfried Helps Us Laugh Again</b><br /><br />

Comedians the world over are trained to find the humor in humanity's darkest moments, but after September 11, even the raunchiest, raciest and most irascible of them found themselves at a loss for words. "Too soon!" became a meme all its own, with jokers across the country being scolded for even attempting to take up the subject. Perhaps most notably, there was <a href="http://www.rhapsody.com/goto?rcid=art.8934363&amp;lsrc=blg_911">Gilbert Gottfried</a>, who performed in New York City at a Friar's Club Roast of Hugh Hefner just three weeks after the tragedy. <br /><br />
After nearly getting booed off the stage for a joke mentioning air travel and the Empire State Building, Gottfried launched into his own improvised version of the now-famous bit "<a href="http://play.rhapsody.com/goto?rcid=tra.8934949&amp;lsrc=blg_911">The Aristocrats</a>," immortalized in the movie of the same name. Gottfried's version of the joke achieves new heights of vulgarity, which is saying something. In the apoplectic procession of foulness that spews forth (we're not even going to try to quote it), not to mention the uproarious laughs that follow it, one hears a definite catharsis. Comedians are never considered heroes &#8212; it goes against their very nature &#8212; but on this one particular night, for an audience that hadn't laughed in weeks, Gottfried saved the day. &#8212; <i>Garrett Kamps</i> <br /><br />

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<b>Christian Music Stars Soothe, and Grieve</b><br /><br />
The reverberations of September 11 were felt throughout Christian music, with shows canceled, artists stranded out on the road and everyone left asking each other, "What now?" <br /><br />
Even on a day when every detail seemed momentous, a few stories stood out. First was the fact that <a href="http://www.rhapsody.com/goto?rcid=art.61045&amp;lsrc=blg_911">Michael W. Smith</a>'s <a href="http://www.rhapsody.com/goto?rcid=alb.301494&amp;lsrc=blg_911"><i>Worship</i></a> album came out that very day, a coincidence that would seem God-ordained in retrospect. The music would prove to be a spiritual balm for an emotionally raw nation: while it certainly would've been a hit regardless, the grim circumstances surely helped the record go double-platinum. <br /><br />
Then there's the horrifying tale of singer <a href="http://www.rhapsody.com/goto?rcid=art.14889&amp;lsrc=blg_911">Tammy Trent</a>. The terrorist attacks and subsequent grounding of all flights left her stuck in Jamaica, where her husband, Trent Lenderink, an experienced diver, had drowned on September 10 &#8212; authorities were still searching the water for him that morning. Trent's family had made arrangements to join her in Jamaica, but of course their flights were cancelled. The experience of being alone and grieving in a foreign country as her home was under attack continues to color the music she makes today. Even her name harkens back to her late husband: when the high school sweethearts married, they agreed that her new last name of Lenderink didn't roll off the tongue, so she took her husband's first name as her stage surname, never realizing it would one day serve as a reminder of him and his continuing role in her career. &#8212; <i>Wendy Lee Nentwig</i><br /><br />

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<b>Sonny Rollins, Helping the Show Go On</b><br /><br />

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Try to imagine what he looked like, 71 years old at the time, grey-haired and disheveled, likely taken away from coffee or oatmeal or whatever a saxophone colossus has for breakfast. You gotta think that <a href="http://www.rhapsody.com/goto?rcid=art.6166&amp;lsrc=blg_911">Sonny Rollins</a>, whose Tribeca apartment was a few blocks away from the World Trade Center, was probably just as scared as everyone else. But here's the thing: when the television cameras caught him that morning, it wasn't startling to see his surgical mask or his slouching posture as he boarded the evacuation bus; it was the fact that he had the presence of mind to grab his horn. <br /><br />
Five days later in Boston, in one of those examples of how the clichéd "show-must-go-on" gene lives in the DNA of all performers of his longevity, Rollins recorded his first live record in 18 years, <a href="http://www.rhapsody.com/goto?rcid=alb.7496273&amp;lsrc=blg_911"><i>Without a Song: The 9/11 Concert</i></a>. Released years later, it won a Grammy for Best Instrumental Solo in 2006. <br /><br />
Which solo? A tune whose title seemed particularly poignant considering the circumstances: "<a href="http://play.rhapsody.com/goto?rcid=tra.7497325&amp;lsrc=blg_911">Why Was I Born?</a>" Rollins wails out an intro by himself in skittish, fragmented bits and pieces, halting and too muscular to be comfortable, in the million-things-at-once gale on which he's built a career. It's the kind of moment that Stanley Crouch speaks of in Rollins' <i>New Yorker</i> profile, saying, "If jazz improvisation is a kind of democratic expression, then Rollins may well be our greatest purveyor of utopian feeling." <br /><br />
Is <i>Without a Song</i> utopian? Hardly. It has a few familiar pitfalls of late-career Rollins &#8212; some banal Calypso grooves, an ensemble that includes some downright lame conga solos &#8212; but the circumstances of the record make it a document of a great musician wrestling to exist under baffling circumstances. "Maybe music can help," he grumbles after introducing the band halfway through the set. "I don't know, but we have to try something." And by trying, he achieved something colossal. &#8212; <i>Nate Cavalieri</i><br />
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    <title>Senior Year, 1977: We&apos;re Living in a World of Rumours</title>
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    <published>2011-09-06T17:07:18Z</published>
    <updated>2011-09-08T16:20:56Z</updated>

    <summary> In the immortal words of Olivia Newton-John, have you never been mellow? Have you never tried to find a comfort from inside you? Have you never been happy just...</summary>
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In the immortal words of <a href="http://www.rhapsody.com/goto?rcid=art.69282&amp;lsrc=blg_syrumours">Olivia Newton-John</a>, have you never been mellow? Have you never tried to find a comfort from inside you? Have you never been happy just to hear your song? Have you never let someone else be strong?<br /><br />

For this installment of <a href="http://www.rhapsody.com/blog/senior-year?lsrc=blg_syrumours">Senior Year</a>, I constructed the ultimate soundtrack to an imaginary high school, one swimming in soft-rock fantasy. The lush and spotless suburbia depicted here is not unlike Haddonfield from John Carpenter's <i>Halloween</i>, only there's no psychopath in a mask stabbing all the little darlings rocking high-waisted jeans and feathered hair. Speaking of bad vibes, heavy metal and punk also have no truck here. Hell, the teenagers are so smooth they don't even spin <a href="http://www.rhapsody.com/goto?rcid=art.61517&amp;lsrc=blg_syrumours">The Doobies</a>. And you can forget about <a href="http://www.rhapsody.com/goto?rcid=art.35691&amp;lsrc=blg_syrumours">Foreigner</a>. For them, life is <i>smooth</i>: <a href="http://www.rhapsody.com/goto?rcid=art.2999&amp;lsrc=blg_syrumours">Fleetwood Mac</a>, <a href="http://www.rhapsody.com/goto?rcid=art.56717&amp;lsrc=blg_syrumours">Supertramp</a>, <a href="http://www.rhapsody.com/goto?rcid=art.957&amp;lsrc=blg_syrumours">Bread</a>, <a href="http://www.rhapsody.com/goto?rcid=art.240&amp;lsrc=blg_syrumours">Paul Simon</a> and <a href="http://www.rhapsody.com/goto?rcid=art.62064&amp;lsrc=blg_syrumours">The Hollies</a> (their 1970s incarnation, of course). <br /><br />

Now, those well versed in pop music history will notice that more than a few songs in the playlist actually predate 1977, some by as many as three years. There's good reason for this. Because life in this imaginary high school is so incredibly mellow, time actually moves slower. The light is different, too. From sun-up to sun-down, it's deliciously hazy and diffused, like the soft-focus photography favored by <i>Penthouse</i> back in the day. <br /><br />

Oh, and before I forget: all the dads are hairy and well-groomed like vintage James Brolin, and every home has a glistening white baby-grand piano in the living room. <br /><br />

Groovy. <br /><br />

Click here to listen to my playlist: <a href="http://play.rhapsody.com/playlistcentral/playlistdetail?playlistId=ply.49730040&amp;lsrc=blg_syrumours"><img alt="" src="http://static.rhap.com/img/rn/img/3/9/9/9/52249993.gif" border="0" height="14" width="18" /></a><b><a href="http://www.rhapsody.com/playlist/Pp.49730040?lsrc=blg_syrumours">Senior Year, 1977: We're Living in a World of Rumours</a>.</b><br /><br />
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    <title>Transcontinental Trip: Psychedelic Rock From Around the Globe</title>
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    <published>2011-08-31T21:37:34Z</published>
    <updated>2011-08-31T16:24:42Z</updated>

    <summary> Psychedelic rock has always been pretty global by definition, in a misty, crystalline, incense-and-peppermints kind of way. In its &apos;60s and &apos;70s heyday, the influences of psychedelia &#8212; drugs,...</summary>
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Psychedelic rock has always been pretty global by definition, in a misty, crystalline, incense-and-peppermints kind of way. In its '60s and '70s heyday, the influences of psychedelia &#8212; drugs, sitars, mysterious religions, political ideologies &#8212; traveled along a crisscrossing bohemian circuit of exotic locales from India to Morocco to Guatemala. At the same time, local musicians in each of those places and many more joined the trip themselves. Psychedelic artists like Ethiopia's <a href="http://www.rhapsody.com/goto?rcid=art.44937&amp;lsrc=blg_plpsychrck">Mahmoud Ahmed</a>, Turkey's <a href="http://www.rhapsody.com/goto?rcid=art.14475637&amp;lsrc=blg_plpsychrck">Bariş Manço</a>, the Philippines' <a href="http://www.rhapsody.com/goto?rcid=art.44145352&amp;lsrc=blg_plpsychrck">Asin</a> and many of the key figures in Brazil's Tropicália movement incorporated indigenous music styles and recorded rare albums that intrepid crate diggers still scour the earth for today.<br /><br />

This transnational, countercultural psychedelic rock movement also influenced today's tripped-out, worldly, transcendental rock bands: the retro-washed trans-Cambodian cocktail of <a href="http://www.rhapsody.com/goto?rcid=art.66039&amp;lsrc=blg_plpsychrck">Dengue Fever</a>, the Afrobeat diehards keeping <a href="http://www.rhapsody.com/goto?rcid=art.39832&amp;lsrc=blg_plpsychrck">Fela</a>'s memory alive (including a few of his own sons), and Andean psychedelic cumbia revivalists like New York's <a href="http://www.rhapsody.com/goto?rcid=art.19148440&amp;lsrc=blg_plpsychrck">Chicha Libre</a>. But the Saharan desert has proven to be the major epicenter of the psych rock revival, with musicians from persecuted nomadic groups like the Temashek (Touareg) people weaving together blues licks, traditional rhythms and vocals, and reverberating electric guitars into vision-blurring desert rock soundscapes that fuzz the line between a ritual trance and a psychedelic trip. <br /><br />

Malian desert-blues stars <a href="http://www.rhapsody.com/goto?rcid=art.2038&amp;lsrc=blg_plpsychrck">Tinariwen</a> have just released a fifth album, <a href="http://www.rhapsody.com/goto?rcid=alb.48970848&amp;lsrc=blg_plpsychrck"><i>Tassili</i></a>, that takes psychedelic rock on an even more global journey, inviting American indie rockers like <a href="http://www.rhapsody.com/goto?rcid=art.5230944&amp;lsrc=blg_plpsychrck">TV on the Radio</a> and jazz musicians like <a href="http://www.rhapsody.com/goto?rcid=art.58388&amp;lsrc=blg_plpsychrck">The Dirty Dozen Brass Band</a> to join them on their transcontinental adventures. That record inspired this playlist, but as you'll hear, there's plenty more where that came from. So tune in, turn on, drop out and take off on a head-spinning trip around the globe. <br /><br />
Click here to listen to the entire playlist: <a href="http://play.rhapsody.com/playlistcentral/playlistdetail?playlistId=ply.49613178&amp;lsrc=blg_plpsychrck"><img alt="" src="http://static.rhap.com/img/rn/img/3/9/9/9/52249993.gif" border="0" height="14" width="18" /></a><a href="http://www.rhapsody.com/playlist/Pp.49613178?lsrc=blg_plpsychrck"><b>Transcontinental Trip: Psychedelic Rock From Around the Globe</b></a>.<br /><br />


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    <title>Senior Year, 1984: Post-Prom Beach Party Mix</title>
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    <id>tag:blog.rhapsody.com,2011://1.4123</id>

    <published>2011-08-30T18:10:55Z</published>
    <updated>2011-09-08T16:23:24Z</updated>

    <summary> Life seemed so much simpler in the &apos;80s, and for me at least, our music and how we listened to it reflected that. The day after my senior prom,...</summary>
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        <name>Wendy Lee Nentwig</name>
        
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Life seemed so much simpler in the '80s, and for me at least, our music and how we listened to it reflected that. The day after my senior prom, my friends and I gathered at a local beach and cranked up our boom boxes. Let me be clear: the music that came flooding out of those speakers is nothing I'm proud of. I know some of my teen counterparts were exploring edgy underground bands, but my suburban friends and I were happy not to stray too far beyond the constraints of straight-up pop and rock. We listened to what was on the radio and what the local DJs spun at school dances. We didn't know any different, and now those songs are part of our collective memories, like it or not.<br /><br />

You didn't need to look beyond tracks like "Footloose," "Girls Just Want to Have Fun" and "Let's Hear It for the Boy" to understand the depths of our naïvete. Meanwhile, <a href="http://www.rhapsody.com/goto?rcid=art.4246&amp;lsrc=blg_sypostprom">Van Halen</a>, <a href="http://www.rhapsody.com/goto?rcid=art.4939&amp;lsrc=blg_sypostprom">Billy Idol</a>, <a href="http://www.rhapsody.com/goto?rcid=art.2418&amp;lsrc=blg_sypostprom">Madonna</a> and <a href="http://www.rhapsody.com/goto?rcid=art.3416&amp;lsrc=blg_sypostprom">Duran Duran</a> represented teen rebellion, 1984-style &#8212; at least to us. Pop stars were more like friends back then and it was easy enough to imagine hanging out with <a href="http://www.rhapsody.com/goto?rcid=art.43043&amp;lsrc=blg_sypostprom">Huey Lewis</a>, <a href="http://www.rhapsody.com/goto?rcid=art.69231&amp;lsrc=blg_sypostprom">Pat Benatar</a>, <a href="http://www.rhapsody.com/goto?rcid=art.40203&amp;lsrc=blg_sypostprom">Lionel Richie</a> or <a href="http://www.rhapsody.com/goto?rcid=art.37208&amp;lsrc=blg_sypostprom">The Go-Go's</a>. <br /><br />

But even in this sheltered, whitewashed world, there was a cutting edge. Acts like <a href="http://www.rhapsody.com/goto?rcid=art.44063&amp;lsrc=blg_sypostprom">Prince</a>, <a href="http://www.rhapsody.com/goto?rcid=art.3923&amp;lsrc=blg_sypostprom">The Thompson Twins</a>, <a href="http://www.rhapsody.com/goto?rcid=art.57021&amp;lsrc=blg_sypostprom">The Eurythmics</a> and <a href="http://www.rhapsody.com/goto?rcid=art.63717&amp;lsrc=blg_sypostprom">Culture Club</a> left us dumbfounded by what we thought of as their outrageous looks, but it didn't stop us from buying their albums and singing along.  <br /><br />

Even those reluctant to jump on the nostalgia bandwagon have to admit there's something to be said for a time when <a href="http://www.rhapsody.com/goto?rcid=art.63692&amp;lsrc=blg_sypostprom">Michael Jackson</a> was cool (as opposed to creepy), and talk of a <a href="http://www.rhapsody.com/goto?rcid=art.1087&amp;lsrc=blg_sypostprom">Police</a> reunion was just that (the trio's hiatus was only weeks old at that point). Sure, we played ballads like <a href="http://www.rhapsody.com/goto?rcid=art.4515&amp;lsrc=blg_sypostprom">Night Ranger</a>'s "Sister Christian" with a straight face, but we were 17. We also thought the careers of <a href="http://www.rhapsody.com/goto?rcid=art.3024&amp;lsrc=blg_sypostprom">Corey Hart</a> and <a href="http://www.rhapsody.com/goto?rcid=art.1065&amp;lsrc=blg_sypostprom">Wang Chung</a> were on the rise. Ah, youth! <br /><br /><br />

Listen to the entire playlist here: <a href="http://play.rhapsody.com/playlistcentral/playlistdetail?playlistId=ply.49232006&amp;lsrc=blg_sypostprom"><img alt="" src="http://static.rhap.com/img/rn/img/3/9/9/9/52249993.gif" border="0" height="14" width="18" /></a><a href="http://www.rhapsody.com/playlist/Pp.49232006?lsrc=blg_sypostprom"><b>Senior Year, 1984: Post-Prom Beach Party Mix</b></a>.<br /><br /><br />

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    <title>2011 VMA Nominees Playlist</title>
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    <id>tag:blog.rhapsody.com,2011://1.4086</id>

    <published>2011-08-25T17:00:07Z</published>
    <updated>2011-08-25T14:56:17Z</updated>

    <summary> The Video Music Awards are Sunday night! Yes, we know, MTV doesn&apos;t play videos much anymore. And chances are Kanye has learned his lesson and will not hijack the...</summary>
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        <name>Rachel Devitt</name>
        
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The Video Music Awards are Sunday night! Yes, we know, MTV doesn't play videos much anymore. And chances are <a href="http://www.rhapsody.com/goto?rcid=art.5015309&amp;lsrc=blg_plvma11">Kanye</a> has learned his lesson and will <i>not</i> hijack the stage from <a href="http://www.rhapsody.com/goto?rcid=art.10482910&amp;lsrc=blg_plvma11">Taylor Swift</a> &#8212; though who's to say he won't hijack someone <i>else's</i> spotlight, right? But the VMAs are still a guaranteed evening of hot video clips, killer performances (<a href="http://www.rhapsody.com/goto?rcid=art.20554979&amp;lsrc=blg_plvma11">Adele</a>, <a href="http://www.rhapsody.com/goto?rcid=art.9005&amp;lsrc=blg_plvma11">Lil Wayne</a> and <a href="http://www.rhapsody.com/goto?rcid=art.26871501&amp;lsrc=blg_plvma11">Bruno Mars</a> are all on the roster!), and, yes, inevitable hijinks of one sort or another. To put it another way: <a href="http://www.rhapsody.com/goto?rcid=art.20067373&amp;lsrc=blg_plvma11">Gaga</a>. Opening. With an army of Little Monsters. (What will she wear?!!!!! We can hardly wait!!!!!)<br /><br />
Furthermore, this year's list of nominees is the show's most diverse in years, with hipster-hop flosser <a href="http://www.rhapsody.com/goto?rcid=art.45961702&amp;lsrc=blg_plvma11">Kreayshawn</a>, indie-poppers <a href="http://www.rhapsody.com/goto?rcid=art.41639841&amp;lsrc=blg_plvma11">Foster the People</a> and bug-eating emcee <a href="http://www.rhapsody.com/goto?rcid=art.44656596&amp;lsrc=blg_plvma11">Tyler, the Creator</a> all battling it out in the Best New Artist category. But even the Video of the Year clash is interesting, with nods to everyone from Adele to Bruno Mars to the <a href="http://www.rhapsody.com/goto?rcid=art.4794&amp;lsrc=blg_plvma11">Beastie Boys</a>. And then there's the new category, Best Video with a Message: apparently <a href="http://www.rhapsody.com/goto?rcid=art.7330911&amp;lsrc=blg_plvma11">Katy Perry</a>'s "<a href="http://play.rhapsody.com/goto?rcid=tra.39818108&amp;lsrc=blg_plvma11">Firework</a>" is <i>not</i> actually about plastic bags and sparkler boobs. (That's what we got from it, anyway.) So get pumped with our <a href="http://play.rhapsody.com/playlistcentral/playlistdetail?playlistId=ply.49042027&amp;lsrc=blg_plvma11"><img alt="" src="http://static.rhap.com/img/rn/img/3/9/9/9/52249993.gif" border="0" height="14" width="18" /></a><a href="http://www.rhapsody.com/playlist/Pp.49042027?lsrc=blg_plvma11"><b>2011 VMA Nominees</b></a> playlist. <br /><br /><br />

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<entry>
    <title>Rock Roundup, August 2011</title>
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    <id>tag:blog.rhapsody.com,2011://1.4088</id>

    <published>2011-08-23T17:38:09Z</published>
    <updated>2011-08-23T16:17:24Z</updated>

    <summary> This month&apos;s Rock Roundup &#8212; a top 10, mind you &#8212; mixes current hits with a few classic reissues. The No. 1 slot belongs to an expanded edition of...</summary>
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        <name>Justin Farrar</name>
        
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This month's Rock Roundup &#8212; a top 10, mind you &#8212; mixes current hits with a few classic reissues. The No. 1 slot belongs to an expanded edition of one of my all-time faves, The London Suede's <i>Dog Man Star</i>. When this art-rock epic came out in 1994, it instantly blew away my teenage mind. I had never heard anything quite like it. Over a decadent bed of strings and twisted guitars put together by guitarist Bernard Butler, singer Brett Anderson (who sounds like the perfect mix of <a href="http://www.rhapsody.com/goto?rcid=art.2643&amp;lsrc=blg_rurock08">David Bowie</a>, Scott Walker and David Sylvian) filled my ears with tales of sex, lust, love and drugs. In other words, topics I obsessed over on a daily basis. The track "<a href="http://www.rhapsody.com/goto?rcid=tra.46953108&amp;lsrc=blg_rurock08">Heroine</a>" says it all: "I'm 18, and I need my heroines/ I'm aching, been dying for hours, and nobody knows." Nowadays, I place <i>Dog Man Star</i> in the same lofty category as <a href="http://www.rhapsody.com/goto?rcid=art.1891&amp;lsrc=blg_rurock08">Talk Talk</a>'s <i>Spirit of Eden</i> and <a href="http://www.rhapsody.com/goto?rcid=alb.291978&amp;lsrc=blg_rurock08"><i>Laughing Stock</i></a>, and <a href="http://www.rhapsody.com/goto?rcid=art.5417&amp;lsrc=blg_rurock08">Catherine Wheel</a>'s <a href="http://www.rhapsody.com/goto?rcid=alb.143700&amp;lsrc=blg_rurock08"><i>Chrome</i></a>.<br /><br />

As for the rest of the roundup, if you're into rock with an old-school feel, then check out <i>2</i> from Black Country Communion. They're a supergroup featuring bluesman Joe Bonamassa and Glenn Hughes, who served time in both Deep Purple and <a href="http://www.rhapsody.com/goto?rcid=art.44069&amp;lsrc=blg_rurock08">Black Sabbath</a>. Similarly, the latest full-lengths from Rival Sons and Buffalo Killers are mandatory listening for anybody who worships the '70s.<br /><br />

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        <![CDATA[<p>Oh, and let's not forget <i>Sky Full of Holes</i>, the new album from Fountains of Wayne, whom I have always thought were far better at crafting killer power pop than the mighty <a href="http://www.rhapsody.com/goto?rcid=art.954&amp;lsrc=blg_rurock08">Weezer</a>.<br /><br /></p>

<p>Be sure to dig into my <a href="http://play.rhapsody.com/playlistcentral/playlistdetail?playlistId=ply.49068829&amp;lsrc=blg_rurock08"><img alt="" src="http://static.rhap.com/img/rn/img/3/9/9/9/52249993.gif" border="0" height="14" width="18" /></a><a href="http://www.rhapsody.com/playlist/Pp.49068829?lsrc=blg_rurock08"><b>Rock Roundup, August 2011</b></a> playlist. <br /><br /><br /></p>

<p><a href="http://www.rhapsody.com/goto?rcid=alb.46953105&amp;lsrc=blg_rurock08"><img alt="" src="http://static.rhap.com/img/170x170/3/5/8/0/2460853_170x170.jpg" class="mt-image-left" style="float: left; margin: 0pt 20px 20px 0pt;" height="170" width="170" /></a><b>1.</b> <a href="http://www.rhapsody.com/goto?rcid=art.42621&amp;lsrc=blg_rurock08"><b>The London Suede</b></a><br /><br />
<b><i><a href="http://play.rhapsody.com/goto?rcid=alb.46953105&amp;lsrc=blg_rurock08">Dog Man Star</a></i></b><br /><br />
What makes <i>Dog Man Star</i> such a deliciously maddening <i>experience</i> is the way it dances oh-so-lasciviously across a razor-thin tightrope strung between wild genius and bloated absurdity. Pop stars who could record whatever they wanted by '94, The London Suede broke the bank and created a sprawling and dense orchestral rock epic that ultimately has more in common with <a href="http://www.rhapsody.com/goto?rcid=art.2533&amp;lsrc=blg_rurock08">David Sylvian</a>, <a href="http://www.rhapsody.com/goto?rcid=art.1962&amp;lsrc=blg_rurock08">Scott Walker</a> and <a href="http://www.rhapsody.com/goto?rcid=art.1891&amp;lsrc=blg_rurock08">Talk Talk</a> than whatever <a href="http://www.rhapsody.com/goto?rcid=art.61025&amp;lsrc=blg_rurock08">Fab Four</a> clones the <i><span class="caps">NME</span></i> was freaking for at the time. It really is an amazing record; one could listen to it a million times and still find new sonic details to explore. <i>&#8212; Justin Farrar</i><br /><br /><br />
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<p><a href="http://www.rhapsody.com/goto?rcid=alb.47726665&amp;lsrc=blg_rurock08"><img alt="" src="http://static.rhap.com/img/170x170/3/7/4/4/2504473_170x170.jpg" class="mt-image-left" style="float: left; margin: 0pt 20px 20px 0pt;" height="170" width="170" /></a><b>2.</b> <a href="http://www.rhapsody.com/goto?rcid=art.6869&amp;lsrc=blg_rurock08"><b>John and Beverley Martyn</b></a><br /><br />
<b><i><a href="http://play.rhapsody.com/goto?rcid=alb.47726665&amp;lsrc=blg_rurock08">Stormbringer!</a></i></b><br /><br />
For 1970's <i>Stormbringer!</i>, John and Beverley Martyn made the requisite hippie pilgrimage to Woodstock to record with the Big Pink scene: <a href="http://www.rhapsody.com/goto?rcid=art.5476&amp;lsrc=blg_rurock08">Levon Helm</a>, Paul Harris, <a href="http://www.rhapsody.com/goto?rcid=art.10378&amp;lsrc=blg_rurock08">John Simon</a> et al. Because the Martyns as musicians possessed such powerful personalities, the record doesn't sound like your typical back-to-country effort from the early '70s. The bulk of it &#8212; including the <a href="http://play.rhapsody.com/goto?rcid=tra.47726669&amp;lsrc=blg_rurock08">title track</a> and "<a href="http://play.rhapsody.com/goto?rcid=tra.47726673&amp;lsrc=blg_rurock08">The Ocean</a>," both of which are gorgeous &#8212; floats through time cloaked in soft strings and phantom textures. Another keeper is "<a href="http://play.rhapsody.com/goto?rcid=tra.47726674&amp;lsrc=blg_rurock08">Traffic-Light Lady</a>," one of the more touching tunes the duo ever committed to tape. <i>&#8212; <span class="caps">J.F.</span></i><br /><br /><br />
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<p><a href="http://www.rhapsody.com/goto?rcid=alb.46587449&amp;lsrc=blg_rurock08"><img alt="" src="http://static.rhap.com/img/170x170/8/1/7/0/2440718_170x170.jpg" class="mt-image-left" style="float: left; margin: 0pt 20px 20px 0pt;" height="170" width="170" /></a><b>3.</b> <a href="http://www.rhapsody.com/goto?rcid=art.48953690&amp;lsrc=blg_rurock08"><b>Black Country Communion</b></a><br /><br />
<b><i><a href="http://play.rhapsody.com/goto?rcid=alb.46587449&amp;lsrc=blg_rurock08">2</a></i></b><br /><br />
Black Country Communion came together at a Guitar Center in <span class="caps">L.A.</span> But the location might as well have been the <span class="caps">TARDIS.</span> For their second long-player, the supergroup rocks out as if it's living in the 1970s. What a lot of stoner rock bands struggle to capture, these dudes do with ease. Riffs are jagged, grooves are tight, and former <a href="http://www.rhapsody.com/goto?rcid=art.2460&amp;lsrc=blg_rurock08">Deep Purple</a> howler Glenn Hughes sounds fantastic. The production feels digi-sterile at times, but overall, <i>2</i> is another more-than-solid effort. Do yourself a favor and begin your journey with "<a href="http://play.rhapsody.com/goto?rcid=tra.46587453&amp;lsrc=blg_rurock08">Save Me</a>," a seven-minute epic that sounds like <a href="http://www.rhapsody.com/goto?rcid=alb.46043628&amp;lsrc=blg_rurock08"><i>Rising</i></a>-era <a href="http://www.rhapsody.com/goto?rcid=art.69065&amp;lsrc=blg_rurock08">Rainbow</a>.  <i>&#8212; <span class="caps">J.F.</span></i><br /><br /><br />
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<p><a href="http://www.rhapsody.com/goto?rcid=alb.46842474&amp;lsrc=blg_rurock08"><img alt="" src="http://static.rhap.com/img/170x170/1/7/5/4/2454571_170x170.jpg" class="mt-image-left" style="float: left; margin: 0pt 20px 20px 0pt;" height="170" width="170" /></a><b>4.</b> <a href="http://www.rhapsody.com/goto?rcid=art.243&amp;lsrc=blg_rurock08"><b>Fountains of Wayne</b></a><br /><br />
<b><i><a href="http://play.rhapsody.com/goto?rcid=alb.46842474&amp;lsrc=blg_rurock08">Sky Full of Holes</a></i></b><br /><br />
In a culture that worships at the feet of the meteoric rise-and-fall pop star, artistic consistency goes unrewarded. This is especially true of Fountains of Wayne, who have dropped some of the best power pop of the '00s. <i>Sky Full of Holes</i> is the most acoustic-flavored release of the group's career. The album places the spotlight more squarely on Chris Collingwood and Adam Schlesinger's slyly imaginative songwriting. Perfect example: "<a href="http://play.rhapsody.com/goto?rcid=tra.46842477&amp;lsrc=blg_rurock08">Acela</a>," named after the high-speed rail slicing through BosWash, is your typical coming-home tale, yet the imagery put forth is really kind of delicious. <i>&#8212; <span class="caps">J.F.</span></i><br /><br /><br />
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<p><a href="http://www.rhapsody.com/goto?rcid=alb.45336073&amp;lsrc=blg_rurock08"><img alt="" src="http://static.rhap.com/img/170x170/9/3/4/4/2374439_170x170.jpg" class="mt-image-left" style="float: left; margin: 0pt 20px 20px 0pt;" height="170" width="170" /></a><b>5.</b> <a href="http://www.rhapsody.com/goto?rcid=art.45336070&amp;lsrc=blg_rurock08"><b>Colin L. Orchestra</b></a><br /><br />
<b><i><a href="http://play.rhapsody.com/goto?rcid=alb.45336073&amp;lsrc=blg_rurock08">Infinite Ease/Good God</a></i></b><br /><br />
Colin Langenus, the musician behind the orchestra, is a fantastic songwriter, one with a real talent for sweeping, melodic tunes. With <i>Infinite Ease</i>, the former <a href="http://www.rhapsody.com/goto?rcid=art.7590875&amp;lsrc=blg_rurock08"><span class="caps">USA</span> Is a Monster</a> singer and guitarist applies tricks he learned from minimalist guru Rhys Chatham to roots rock. That sounds like a heavy idea, but the record has all the good-times potency of great classic rock. In fact, Langenus refers to his jams as "psychedelic yacht rock." <i>Good God</i>, tracks 7 through 16, is an older, previously unreleased collection of rootsy alt rock that is less epic and way more punchy, off the cuff and feisty. <i>&#8212; <span class="caps">J.F.</span></i><br /><br /><br />
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<p><a href="http://www.rhapsody.com/goto?rcid=alb.47425952&amp;lsrc=blg_rurock08"><img alt="" src="http://static.rhap.com/img/170x170/4/3/3/7/2487334_170x170.jpg" class="mt-image-left" style="float: left; margin: 0pt 20px 20px 0pt;" height="170" width="170" /></a><b>6.</b> <a href="http://www.rhapsody.com/goto?rcid=art.29113676&amp;lsrc=blg_rurock08"><b>Rival Sons</b></a><br /><br />
<b><i><a href="http://play.rhapsody.com/goto?rcid=alb.47425952&amp;lsrc=blg_rurock08">Pressure &amp; Time</a></i></b><br /><br />
<i>Pressure &amp; Time</i> feels slightly less retro than previous Rival Sons releases. The <a href="http://www.rhapsody.com/goto?rcid=tra.47425953&amp;lsrc=blg_rurock08">opener</a>, a sassy number equating wild sex with both road-tripping and picnicking, has that choppy oompah-oompah rhythm <a href="http://www.rhapsody.com/goto?rcid=art.5196427&amp;lsrc=blg_rurock08">Jack White</a> also loves to employ. Then again, "<a href="http://play.rhapsody.com/goto?rcid=tra.47425954&amp;lsrc=blg_rurock08">Young Love</a>" is pure old school and sounds like it could be a deep cut from the <a href="http://www.rhapsody.com/goto?rcid=art.11060305&amp;lsrc=blg_rurock08">Eric Burdon and the Animals</a> catalog. "<a href="http://play.rhapsody.com/goto?rcid=tra.47425961&amp;lsrc=blg_rurock08">White Noise</a>" is the best track, in which the boogie gets thrown over for a romp through hard psychedelia. The underlying rhythm, a hypno-mantra that consumes itself, is reminiscent of The Beatles' "Tomorrow Never Knows." <i>&#8212; <span class="caps">J.F.</span></i><br /><br /><br />
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<p><a href="http://www.rhapsody.com/goto?rcid=alb.47000005&amp;lsrc=blg_rurock08"><img alt="" src="http://static.rhap.com/img/170x170/1/8/7/4/2464781_170x170.jpg" class="mt-image-left" style="float: left; margin: 0pt 20px 20px 0pt;" height="170" width="170" /></a><b>7.</b> <a href="http://www.rhapsody.com/goto?rcid=art.11113661&amp;lsrc=blg_rurock08"><b>Buffalo Killers</b></a><br /><br />
<b><i><a href="http://play.rhapsody.com/goto?rcid=alb.47000005&amp;lsrc=blg_rurock08">3</a></i></b><br /><br />
Cincinnati's Buffalo Killers might hail from the other end of the Buckeye State, but their artistic trajectory (up to the release of <i>3</i>, that is) mirrors that of Cleveland's <a href="http://www.rhapsody.com/goto?rcid=art.415&amp;lsrc=blg_rurock08">James Gang</a>. Like their heroes, the power trio has tempered their chunky riffage and thunder grooves with country-flavored folk rock that's heavy on the sweet, high harmonies. In other words, <i>3</i> is best listened to not on Saturday night, when the keg flows unimpeded, but rather Sunday morning, when the only thing that can clear that foggy brain is a brisk swim in a cold lake tucked away inside Ohio's rolling foothills. <i>&#8212; <span class="caps">J.F.</span></i><br /><br /><br />
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<p><a href="http://www.rhapsody.com/goto?rcid=alb.47723920&amp;lsrc=blg_rurock08"><img alt="" src="http://static.rhap.com/img/170x170/1/3/3/4/2504331_170x170.jpg" class="mt-image-left" style="float: left; margin: 0pt 20px 20px 0pt;" height="170" width="170" /></a><b>8.</b> <a href="http://www.rhapsody.com/goto?rcid=art.43667&amp;lsrc=blg_rurock08"><b>Kaleidoscope</b></a><br /><br />
<b><i><a href="http://play.rhapsody.com/goto?rcid=alb.47723920&amp;lsrc=blg_rurock08">Side Trips</a></i></b><br /><br />
Though Kaleidoscope were never anything more than a cult entity in the mid-'60s, their influence on the development of psychedelic rock and early world music cannot be overestimated. Following up on fellow Angelenos <a href="http://www.rhapsody.com/goto?rcid=art.1172&amp;lsrc=blg_rurock08">The Byrds</a>' raga-flavored "<a href="http://play.rhapsody.com/goto?rcid=tra.1895546&amp;lsrc=blg_rurock08">Eight Miles High</a>," Kaleidoscope's excellent debut album <i>Side Trips</i>, released in 1967, found them diving deep into a blend of global sounds, sonic experimentation and multilayered harmonies. With their uncanny ability to fuse disparate folk traditions, Kaleidoscope were more or less the American version of <a href="http://www.rhapsody.com/goto?rcid=art.4282&amp;lsrc=blg_rurock08">The Incredible String Band</a>. <i>&#8212; <span class="caps">J.F.</span></i><br /><br /><br />
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<p><a href="http://www.rhapsody.com/goto?rcid=alb.47791325&amp;lsrc=blg_rurock08"><img alt="" src="http://static.rhap.com/img/170x170/5/3/9/7/2507935_170x170.jpg" class="mt-image-left" style="float: left; margin: 0pt 20px 20px 0pt;" height="170" width="170" /></a><b>9.</b> <b>Various Artists</b><br /><br />
<b><i><a href="http://play.rhapsody.com/goto?rcid=alb.47791325&amp;lsrc=blg_rurock08">Johnny Boy Would Love This ... A Tribute to John Martyn</a></i></b><br /><br />
John Martyn was a massive talent, one with a love for experimentation. It's only fitting that this tribute album is a wildly sprawling listen that boasts both abrupt shifts in style and a seriously diverse assortment of artists. What other compilation out there contains contributions from blues-rocker <a href="http://www.rhapsody.com/goto?rcid=art.36938&amp;lsrc=blg_rurock08">Joe Bonamassa</a>, <a href="http://www.rhapsody.com/goto?rcid=art.7053&amp;lsrc=blg_rurock08">Beck</a>, <a href="http://www.rhapsody.com/goto?rcid=art.1077&amp;lsrc=blg_rurock08">Phil Collins</a>, indie-folkies <a href="http://www.rhapsody.com/goto?rcid=art.5195118&amp;lsrc=blg_rurock08">Vetiver</a> <i>and</i> <a href="http://www.rhapsody.com/goto?rcid=art.1179&amp;lsrc=blg_rurock08">The Cure</a>'s <a href="http://www.rhapsody.com/goto?rcid=art.31008&amp;lsrc=blg_rurock08">Robert Smith</a>? Speaking of Smith, he turns in what just might be the best piece here, an utterly gorgeous version of "<a href="http://play.rhapsody.com/goto?rcid=tra.47791328&amp;lsrc=blg_rurock08">Small Hours</a>" that sounds like a cross between The Cure and <a href="http://www.rhapsody.com/goto?rcid=alb.11759353&amp;lsrc=blg_rurock08"><i>Spirit of Eden</i></a>-era Talk Talk &#8212; no lie. <i>&#8212; <span class="caps">J.F.</span></i><br /><br /><br />
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<p><a href="http://www.rhapsody.com/goto?rcid=alb.47465662&amp;lsrc=blg_rurock08"><img alt="" src="http://static.rhap.com/img/170x170/6/7/3/9/2489376_170x170.jpg" class="mt-image-left" style="float: left; margin: 0pt 20px 20px 0pt;" height="170" width="170" /></a><b>10.</b> <a href="http://www.rhapsody.com/goto?rcid=art.44226&amp;lsrc=blg_rurock08"><b>Suzi Quatro</b></a><br /><br />
<b><i><a href="http://play.rhapsody.com/goto?rcid=alb.47465662&amp;lsrc=blg_rurock08">Suzi Quatro</a></i></b><br /><br />
Three years before <a href="http://www.rhapsody.com/goto?rcid=art.980&amp;lsrc=blg_rurock08">The Runaways</a> became the little foxes of hard rock, Suzi Quatro released her debut album, a mind-blowing mix of glam and (proto) punk sass that profoundly influenced <a href="http://www.rhapsody.com/goto?rcid=art.13966460&amp;lsrc=blg_rurock08">Joan</a>, <a href="http://www.rhapsody.com/goto?rcid=art.15330170&amp;lsrc=blg_rurock08">Cherie</a>, <a href="http://www.rhapsody.com/goto?rcid=art.60426&amp;lsrc=blg_rurock08">Lita</a>, Sandy and Jackie. This record rules. Every tune is a metallic banger, throwing its weight around with all the middle-finger authority of <a href="http://www.rhapsody.com/goto?rcid=art.1665&amp;lsrc=blg_rurock08">Slade</a>, <a href="http://www.rhapsody.com/goto?rcid=art.14590&amp;lsrc=blg_rurock08">Sweet</a> and <a href="http://www.rhapsody.com/goto?rcid=art.27787&amp;lsrc=blg_rurock08">Mud</a>. What ultimately pushes <i>Suzi Quatro</i> over the top is its funkiness. Yes, the riffs are, uh, balls to the wall. But it's the grooves that will have your rump doing counterclockwise gyrations that feel good and perverse, simultaneously. <i>&#8212; <span class="caps">J.F.</span></i><br /><br /><br />
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<p><b>Honorable Mentions:</b><br /><br /></p>

<p><a href="http://www.rhapsody.com/goto?rcid=art.6869&amp;lsrc=blg_rurock08">John Martyn</a>: <a href="http://play.rhapsody.com/goto?rcid=alb.47726678&amp;lsrc=blg_rurock08"><i>The Road to Ruin</i></a><br /><br />
<a href="http://www.rhapsody.com/goto?rcid=art.42621&amp;lsrc=blg_rurock08">The London Suede</a>: <a href="http://play.rhapsody.com/goto?rcid=alb.46801487&amp;lsrc=blg_rurock08"><i>Suede</i></a><br /><br />
<a href="http://www.rhapsody.com/goto?rcid=art.29478784&amp;lsrc=blg_rurock08">The Duke &amp; the King</a>: <a href="http://play.rhapsody.com/goto?rcid=alb.47258782&amp;lsrc=blg_rurock08"><i>The Duke &amp; the King</i></a><br /><br />
<a href="http://www.rhapsody.com/goto?rcid=art.16659&amp;lsrc=blg_rurock08">Jeff Bridges</a>: <a href="http://play.rhapsody.com/goto?rcid=alb.47780837&amp;lsrc=blg_rurock08"><i>Jeff Bridges</i></a><br /><br />
<a href="http://www.rhapsody.com/goto?rcid=art.56030&amp;lsrc=blg_rurock08">Breaking Benjamin</a>: <a href="http://play.rhapsody.com/goto?rcid=alb.48086836&amp;lsrc=blg_rurock08"><i>Shallow Bay: The Best of Breaking Benjamin</i></a><br /><br />
<a href="http://www.rhapsody.com/goto?rcid=art.24623187&amp;lsrc=blg_rurock08">The Sheepdogs</a>: <a href="http://play.rhapsody.com/goto?rcid=alb.47727701&amp;lsrc=blg_rurock08"><i>Five Easy Pieces</i></a><br /><br />
<a href="http://www.rhapsody.com/goto?rcid=art.3685&amp;lsrc=blg_rurock08">Dr. Feelgood</a>: <a href="http://play.rhapsody.com/goto?rcid=alb.46993819&amp;lsrc=blg_rurock08"><i><span class="caps">BBC</span> In Concert (4th September 1975)</i></a><br /><br /></p>]]>
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    <title>Stone Temple Pilots, Purple</title>
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    <published>2011-08-22T11:00:27Z</published>
    <updated>2011-08-22T14:21:16Z</updated>

    <summary> There is no mention of its title anywhere on the album, but it was named for Scott Weiland&apos;s favorite color -- that of bruises. Pugnacious aggression is at the...</summary>
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There is no mention of its title anywhere on the album, but it was named for <a href="http://www.rhapsody.com/goto?rcid=art.8352&lsrc=blg_aotd0822">Scott Weiland</a>'s favorite color -- that of bruises. Pugnacious aggression is at the core of this album's success, infusing it with a sneering disregard for convention or history while borrowing from and perverting both. <a href="http://www.rhapsody.com/goto?rcid=alb.303015&lsrc=blg_aotd0822"><i>Purple</i></a> melds brooding, ragged vocals with grinding guitar whine and off-kilter lyrics, and aphorisms that borrow more than a little from <a href="http://www.rhapsody.com/goto?rcid=art.38450&lsrc=blg_aotd0822">Guns n' Roses</a>, such as on the prophetic "<a href="http://play.rhapsody.com/goto?rcid=tra.1891025&lsrc=blg_aotd0822">Unglued</a>," which confesses "This confusion is my illusion." The album remained at the top of the charts for 15 weeks. <i>&#8212;Jaan Uhelszki</i><br /><br />
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