Only a real friend will send you Pussy in the mail. Thankfully I have such a friend in Racer. He could have been greedy and kept the Pussy all for himself, but no, he let me have it. A month or so ago, Racer said he was going to concentrate his Ripple ramblings on his beloved but neglected Proto-Metal report. His reviews of bands like Toad, Jerusalem, Iron Claw, etc was a big factor for me getting involved with these clowns a few years ago. Jerusalem's album is a real favorite of mine and I was thrilled to find out that they gave birth to Pussy.
Jerusalem's self titled album was released in 1972 and produced by Ian Gillan. That's all it took for me to pick up a copy of Rockadrome's reissue of it. Thankfully the music was just as primitively heavy as I had hoped but I must have forgotten that the band later morphed into Pussy. So when this showed up I rushed straight to the stereo to get a taste of this Pussy. It did not disappoint. This is some fine, fine Pussy indeed! While not as heavy, Pussy's Invasion is a definite growth from Jerusalem and reminds me a lot of the band Hard Stuff, another band associated with Deep Purple. Bassist/vocalist Paul Dean was the main songwriter for both bands and there's a definite refinement in the material and the playing. He's joined by Jerusalem drummer Ray Sparrow. Guitar duties were originally handled by Bob Cooke who was later replaced by Brian Goff. Tracks 1- 10 were recorded for an album that was never released with Brian and the bonus tracks from their original single and outtakes are played by Bob. Both guitarists are nothing fancy, but solid British blues-rock players. Everything was produced by Ian Gillan, who also throws in some backing vocals and percussion.
After racking up a series of lightweight, bubblegum glam hits like “Little Willy,” “Ballroom Blitz,” and the “Sixteens,” The Sweet had had enough. Originally called The Sweetshop, in 1970 the band shortened their name and were placed under the tutelage of songwriting team Chin and Chapman. International success and massive hits followed.
But things aren’t always what they seem.
In their hearts, despite the way-glammed, feathered hairdos, massive bell-bottom pants, sequins, and high-heeled boots, Sweet were rock and rollers. They wanted nothing to do with the bubblegum and teeny-bopper songs-- they wanted to rock. And nowhere is this seen more vividly than on their vastly under-rated album, Off The Record.
The move began with the prior album, Sweet Fanny Adams (not officially released in the US, but half of which became side 2 of Desolation Boulevard). Breaking away from the Chin/Chapman dictatorship, the men of Sweet wanted to prove three things; 1) they could write their own songs, 2) they could actually play their damn instruments, and 3) they knew how to rock, motherfucker. The success of the self-penned “Fox on the Run” and “Sweet FA” from Sweet Fanny Adams fueled the fire. Off the Record gasoline-torched the whole bubblegum building down. This record is a monster of hard-edged, shiny produced glam rock, that should rank up there with the best of the genre.
“Fever of Love,” kicks things off. A big hit in Europe, it never really caught on here, and that’s a shame. Employing the sharpest pop hooks on the album, it’s the closet thing here to a bridge to the old days. That’s not to say it’s bubblegum, mind you, just slickly produced, tightly crafted, and catchy as hell. Starting off with some lightweight synth flourishes over a steady beat, Brian Connolly sings “You took the apple from the tree/and gave the fruit of love to me/but love is blind I couldn’t see.” The big, Queen-esque, high-pitched, harmony vocals pop in right away, defining the signature Sweet sound, and that chorus is just pure sticky-sugar sweet. But if you listen closely, there’s a hint of something rougher laying underneath. Check out Connolly’s voice as he jumps into the verse. Thick and rough, tangled and ready for a streetfight. That’s not a bubblegum voice, that’s rock, baby. Pure and raw, hard rock.
In fact, it’s an amazing voice, one that fuels the passion of the entire album, acting in stark contrast to the thick production and constant group harmonies. In my opinion, Connolly was one of the most under-rated lead vocalists in rock. Not only did he have a helluva range--dropping down to the guttural lows of rock, or scaling to the Everest highs of the bubblegum harmonies-- but his voice was just laden with texture. A roughened, soulful voice, one that just screamed out for hard rock, mean-spirited and nasty. Definitely not one to be contained in bubble gum. Never is this more apparent than on Off the Record where Connolly is basically cut loose, and damn if the Scot doesn’t let it all go. It’s a voice I could listen to indefinitely. Sadly, Connolly passed away in 1997, depriving us of those magic vocal chords forevermore.
But Sweet wasn’t just about Connolly. In Andy Priest they had a studly, unheralded guitarist and songwriter. Steve Priest was a jewel on bass, never over-playing, therefore easily overlooked, but solid as the Rock of Gibraltar (with a few tricky flourishes up his sleeves as well.) And Mick Tucker owns his drum set, displaying chops that could never be utilized in “Little Willy.” The whole attitude of the band coalesced here. Just check out the period photos on the CD booklet. Gone are the sequins, the heels, and the bell bottoms. Bring on the sleeveless t-shirts and jeans. Forget the hairspray. Let it fall. Let it tussle, let it be messy. Let it be Rock.
This attitude change pops up front and center on the very next cut “Lost Angels.” Ignore that beginning, poppy synth intro. Just 8 seconds in, the synths cut out, leaving behind a decidedly heavy guitar, chugging away, ominous and foreboding. Forget the “apple of love” lyrics. Suddenly we got “Infinity/Like time without a friend/who’ll sing the song if melody should end/you’re dead my friend.” Whoa! This ain’t kiddy-bopper music anymore! But it’s still Sweet. We still got the big vocal harmonies and a drill-it-into-my-head chorus. But check out Connolly’s voice as he sings “Insanity/I can feel the knives inside my brain.” Damn, if his vocal emphasis isn’t just drop-dead spot on. That part kills me every time. Followed up by that big chunky guitar-riff. Then just wait for the 2 minute mark, when wheels fall off the bubblegum cart completely. This is charging, straight-ahead rock and roll, and it’s awesome.
“Midnight to Daylight” keeps the savagery going, from the first second of the drum solo intro to the stuttering guitar riff. The band drops into a comfortable groove that has plenty of chunk and muscle to it. And suddenly . . . what was that? Andy Scott finally busts out on guitar, dropping in lead fills, scattering chords, and counter melodies that positively sear. Where’d those come from? Not “Little Willy,” that’s for sure. Just listen to the last minute of guitar-work, pulling harmonies, then battling with the harmonica. Solid. Toss in some nice harmonica work, some neo-progressive time-changes, a hand full of melody changes, and suddenly you realize that Sweet means business. And that business is bruising, and business is good.
But for me the whole album leads up to the next track. “Windy City” is a terror. By far, the heaviest song Sweet ever recorded. So far away from “Fox on the Run” that you might never think it’s the same band if it wasn’t for the signature, high harmony vocals. Starting off with a bare-naked guitar busting out one nasty, dirty riff, this is their “Smoke on the Water” moment. Sure it's a "borrowed" riff, but it's a killer. Thick and full-on, street level sleaze. Drums kick in (ok, here they could’ve gone for a bigger drum sound) followed by Steve Priest laying down some killer counter bass lines. Connolly is possessed here, scratching his vocals chords to shreds as he lets it out, “Your dad’s in the slam/Your mama’s a whore.” Again, a far-cry from "Little Willy." And then there’s that ever present groove, that hard n’ heavy riff and bass tearing the mutha to pieces. Mid-song, Tucker drops down into one-mind blowing drum part underneath a near-jazzy guitar break, before locking back in with Priest's bass, as Scott goes off on a tear of a solo. Then seamlessly, it all locks back down into that riff. That freaking awesome riff-- a riff so powerful that I used to blast this song at volume 11 before soccer games to get me revved up, locked into the proper state of mind to tear the crap out of the opposing team’s forwards. I pitied any fool who tried to carry the ball into my defensive zone after I’d been playing this song. With that riff still blaring in my head, he’d be separated from the ball and left bruised and muddied on the turf in a matter of seconds. Red cards be damned!
“Live for Today,” is pure 1977 proto-punk. Fast paced, snot-nosed, and middle-fingered up into the air. “Live for today/don’t need no politician/live for today/don’t want no inquisition/you gotta throw the rules away.” Why this song hasn’t been covered by some hardcore band is beyond me. Maybe I can get Woody and Mighty High to try it, they’d tear it up. “She Gimme Lovin’” is another punky, rock outburst, which moves us right on to “Laura Lee.” Breaking out the acoustic, Scott dazzles with some simply beautiful neo-classical guitar and a melody that can only be described as gorgeous. This is a path he’d explore more on the next album, “Level Headed,” with sumptuous songs like “Silver Bird.” “Laura Lee,” is simply a gem, a delicate ode to love with some gentle quasi-psychedelic flourishes, and that stellar acoustic work. This is also the song where Sweet’s classic harmony vocal style finally made sense to me. Stripped of the synths and heavy production, (about 2 minutes into the song), the band (all of which sing) drop into a stunning accapella, four-part, chamber orchestra vocal section that is sublime in it’s beauty. Here you can really here the timbre of their voices. No production necessary. Just pure singing. That moment passes quickly, just a few seconds, but it may be the single best vocal harmony passage I’ve ever heard in a rock record.
“Hard Times,” rounds the record out (forgetting the slight misstep stab at disco “Funk It Up.”) And “Hard Times” is just that, a blistering hard-rock track with some prog-worthy off-time riffing, the dual vocal singing of Connolly and Priest, breaking down into another classic Connolly throat-shredding outburst. Another glorious stab at serious hard rock. Play this for the Sweet doubters. See if you don’t’ turn a few heads.
Off the Record is definitely considered the lost album of the “classic-era” Sweet catalog, and it’s no wonder the album couldn’t find an audience. Those who grew up listening to “Little Willy” and “Ballroom Blitz” must’ve been mildly traumatized by this, wondering if the band hadn’t lost their minds. Yet those who loved to rock mostly ignored the album figuring it to be another piece of bubblegum fluff. Both groups couldn’t have been more wrong. Simply put, Off the Record is a great rock album, a glam mini-masterpiece that should’ve gotten way more accolades than it ever did.
In the liner notes of my deluxe-CD reissue, Andy Scott writes that upon reflection, Off the Record probably fits into his top 3 all-time favorite Sweet records.
Bringing on a cool, post-eighties, exquisite pop vibe, Blane Fonda were a treat from out of nowhere for us here at the Ripple. Needless to say, we didn't hesitate to have the boys come join us on the Ripple red leather interview couch and chat a spell.
When I was a kid, growing up in a house with Cat Stevens, Neil Diamond, and Simon and Garfunkel, the first time I ever heard Kiss's "Detroit Rock City," it was a moment of musical epiphany. It was just so vicious, aggressive and mean. It changed the way I listened to music. I've had a few minor epiphany's since then, when you come across a band that just brings something new and revolutionary to your ears.
What have been your musical epiphany moments?
For me, listening to Pink Floyd - specifically The Wall and Animals, were epiphany moment that happened when I was about 14 years old. I had always liked music and grew up in a family with good tastes, but from the first listens, these albums changed everything. Since then, I've had similar experiences listening to Arcade Fire, Radiohead, Broken Social Scene, and a few others.
Talk to us about the song-writing process for you. What comes first, the idea? A riff? The lyrics? How does it all fall into place?
Usually someone will come to the group with an idea -- sometimes it's a chord progression, sometimes a vocal hook -- and the band will write and arrange as a group. We do a lot of scratch recordings so we can work on parts at home.
Where do you look for continuing inspiration? New ideas, new motivation?
Inspiration for music can be found anywhere if you are in a creative mindset. We have a new song about a pharmacy, so there you go.
Genre's are so misleading and such a way to pigeonhole bands. Without resorting to labels, how would you describe your music?
Blane Fonda tends toward high-energy, often danceable rock. There are influences from punk and new wave that probably come through.
What is you musical intention? What are you trying to express or get your audience to feel?
We're playing music that we want to hear, and that we hope others want to hear as well. Listening to music is always a very personal experience, so we can't know what's going to get through to someone or change the way they think about what the song is about. If we can make people feel something, we're happy with that.
In songwriting, how do you bring the song together? What do you look for in terms of complexity? Simplicity? Time changes?
Again it's a group process, sometimes it happens in a night, other songs can take months to come together. As for complexity, Blane likes to have some tunes that are simple pop songs, and others that take surprising turns in structure or feel. Our singer used to front a prog rock band, so there is an element of that in the band, somewhere.
The business of music is a brutal place. Changes in technology have made it easier than ever for bands to get their music out, but harder than ever to make a living? What are your plans to move the band forward? How do you stay motivated in this brutal business?
Right now our plan is just to get our music out there. Blane is picking up more and better Midwest regional shows, and we're doing as much publicity and grassroots promo as we can wherever we go. Like a lot of things, motivation is easier to maintain when you stay focused on the next step. We'll worry about making a living when it's an issue we need to worry about.
Come on, share with us a couple of your great, Spinal Tap, rock and roll moments?
Someone sent us an email through our website from the name Artie Fufkin, saying they wanted to sign Blane to Polymer Records...
What makes a great song?
The use of the word "haberdashery"
Tell us about the first song you ever wrote?
It was based on one guitar riff that was pretty much directly lifted "Tom Sawyer" by Rush. Luckily, most of the fellow 12 year olds we performed it for didn't seem to notice or take offense.
What piece of your music are particularly proud of?
There's a song called "Salacious Love" on Blane Fonda's EP Master of Stars and Broken Arms; I think it showcases the sound of the band, and it's just a really fun song that's very easy to like.
Who today, writes great songs? Why?
The list of great songwriters is too long to list here. How about one chosen at random? Andrew Bird writes great songs in my opinion. Beyond the witty lyrics, the melodies are very smart. I can listen to them a thousand times and they don't ever seem to get old.
Vinyl, CD, or digital? What's your format of choice?
Listening to vinyl is ideal, though my record collection could use improvement. I still buy CD's.
We, at the Ripple Effect, are constantly looking for new music. When we come to your town, what's the best record store to lose ourselves in?
Reckless Records
Any final comments or thoughts you'd like to share with our readers, the waveriders?
