THE DOORS
"Before I sink into the big sleep, I want to hear the scream of the butterfly"
General Rating: 4
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For a 70's band, the Doors would probably be acclaimed as a bunch of
loud, pretentious whiners with stupid ambitions and a whacky unprofessional
frontman. For a 60's band, they were the heroes of their time. Sure, the
darkness imposed by Jim Morrison and his colleagues would probably seem
plainly risible compared to later experiments by disciples Robert Plant
or Roger Waters. But the year was 1967. The world was preparing for Sgt
Pepper and "All You Need Is Love". And in the midst of all
this suddenly Jim came crashing like a thunderstorm, with his snakes, lizards,
worms, insanity, odes to Nitzsche, death and blackness. Nobody ever milked
these subjects in such an obvious way before, and few would since.
What's my personal opinion of Jim Morrison? Hard to say. As it so often
happens with geniuses (and few would argue with Jim's genius), Morrison
is a very controversial figure, and people's feelings towards him are usually
located on either of the two opposing poles: he's either worshipped to
a maniacal degree or sceptically dismissed as a stupid Sixties' goofball.
No need to say that both approaches are completely ridiculous and need
to be steered away from. A religious approach to the man is totally out
of the question: remember that Jim himself was quite a modest person and
hated his idolization by the fans like any proper genius should. His untimely
death and inevitable transformation into a cult figure (like Janis and
Jimi) added to the legend, and for many people Jim is forever the Lizard
King: the ultimate ruler of all things mystical and other-worldly and sometimes
even necromantic. Unfortunately, no. Jim's lyrical visions were far too
limited and uniform, not to mention derivative (don't forget that he got
most of his ideas from William Blake and the like), to make him a truly
outstanding figure. I do happen to think that he was a very good poet,
not to mention a great showman, but not better than many others, and idolizing
Jim as opposed to other important rock personalities of the time is an
operation for the weak-minded person.
On the other hand, I absolutely insist that Jim was a crucially
important personality in his own rights. He has at least one thing to redeem
himself, which many sneering critics seem to forget about: he's actually
sincere in all his 'wrong-doing'. The endless scandals with the
police, the infamous 'self-exposion' scene in 1969, the self-destructive
sex & drugs lifestyle - all of this wasn't just made in order to attract
press attention; Jim actually lived these things. Which is, mainly,
what distinguishes Sixties' heroes from Seventies' and later period heroes:
since the glam movement, sincerity has lost its value and never really
regained it since. Jim was a real, living human being, not an eerie goofball
like Alice Cooper or Ozzy Osbourne. And this brings a certain depth and
feel to his lyrics and his vocal deliveries of his lyrics: this is darkness,
but it's the kind of darkness that lives and feels and really exists, and
this is what makes his horror visions a hundred percent more convincing,
actual and blood-curdling than those of the endless stream of his far less
subtle and talented followers. Think Alfred Hitchcock as opposed to your
basic horror flick producer. Eh?
But it's not the lyrics, really, I would like to talk about. Personally,
I'm not a fan of all these drowning horses, lions in the night and screaming
butterflies. As a matter of fact, I detest horror movies, and I'm not even
a great fan of Alfred Hitchcock, much as I respect the man. No, it's not
the lyrics that really draw me so close to the Doors: Jim might just as
well be singing about girls and cars. It's the music. Ninety percent of
the Doors' total output is simply fantastic melody-wise, and I mean
it: it's a very, very, very rare case when I can get so impressed about
an absolute majority of any given band's catalog.
I'm not going to raise the subject of authorship (well, most people claim
Manzarek and Krieger wrote most of the stuff, but then again, their post-Morrison
releases are worthless crap, so there's probably more to it); I'm just
stating the fact. As melody-makers, The Doors stand among the best 60-s
groups, close to The Beatles, and, were it not for a few serious stinkers
and the general shortness of their career, they would have earned a 5-star
rating on my scale. The guys had an amazing musical sensibility even for
the Sixties (when the standards were as high as never since), and their
unique style, based, for the most part, on the interplay between Manzarek's
sensitive, somewhat medieval-style keyboards and Krieger's raw bluesy guitar,
has almost no analogs in history.
Lineup: Jim Morrison - vocals. Brief overall characteristics: good
singing voice, although not great, as many often put it; and great showman
abilities, although not superfantastic, as many often put it. But a lot
of genuine emotion - and a terrible suspense, almost hypnotic.
Ray Manzarek - if he's not a keyboard Zeus, he's a keyboard Juppiter.
Most of the arrangements were his, and in every song his sound is spectacular
- be it the 'substituted bass' parts (the band didn't have a bass player,
by the way, although some session musicians did play bass in the studio),
or the lengthy organ solos, or the subtle jazzy improvisations. In fact,
his solo on 'Riders On The Storm' is something I'd like to hear at my funeral.
No kidding.
Robby Krieger - guitar. The only guitar player in the band, and
he's damn good. Great rhythm work, great slide guitar, great wah-wahs,
and not a pick to be found. He also wrote some stuff, too, some of which
is pretty decent, but some absolutely incomparable to Morrison's usual
material. The playing is immaculate, though; the only time he makes me
cringe is when he actually tries to sing something.
John Densmore - drums. Cool-looking guy (on most photos he looks
like he's just descended from some 18th century portrait of a Lord so-and-so),
and the drum work is good (most of the time), or even fascinating (from
time to time: check out his improvisatory thrashings on "When The
Music's Over", for instance).
There we have it. The band only had five years to go before Jim died in
1971 (presumably of a 'heart attack', but under mysterious circumstances),
and fortunately his remaining friends made no effort to substitute him.
They did release a couple of records after his death among the three of
'em, though; I had a chance to check out some cheap copies of these and
my impression is that they're not as bad as they are usually hailed, but,
of course, if you're not a rabid fan, it would be a complete waste of time,
and they're out of print anyway. So just stick to the 'six classics' and
get yourself a few live albums for a change.
What do YOU think about the Doors? Mail your ideas
Your worthy comments:
<MSDK84@email.msn.com> (27.11.2000)
The Doors were a very dark band that arose in an age of love and flowers. I have nothing aganist flower plower, even support many of its themes but the Doors were the realists to contrast with the sometimes naive optism of the time. All of the musicians were very talented at their instruments, and Jim was a decent singer. His heart wasn't really in rock'n'roll though, he wanted to write books and plays, direct films, and write poetry. I'd definetly rate them as one of the top bands of the 60s, a fertile time for rock'n'roll. Their music ranged in influence from the baroque classical era, to Chicago blues, to North American folk music with pop and jazz all the way. Jim's lyrics were very good and his theatrics even better displayed them.
Year Of Release: 1967
Record rating = 8
Overall rating = 12
Dark, depressing and beautiful. But somewhat uncertain, if you axe
me.
Best song: LIGHT MY FIRE
Their debut album was shocking and immediately put them in the superstar
league. Rightly so: and not only because the general aura of this debut
was quite different from anything anyone was doing at the moment, but also
because it was incredibly catchy, melodic and displayed signs of genius
in most of the tracks. Darkness and dreariness that was given a catchy
pop edge - something that Jefferson Airplane, the world's most depressing
band at that period, could only have dreamt of and never managed to achieve
in the end.
There's a certain shy feel about it, too, as if the band wasn't yet ready
to overflow us with self-penned material. So they do a couple of covers
- surprisingly, they manage to totally fit into the standard paradigm.
The Broadway musical ditty 'Alabama Song' is by now a rightful Morrison
classic, as Jim delivers the 'show me the way to the next little girl'
lyrics with enough conviction to guarantee us that 'tomorrow we must die'.
As for Willie Dixon's 'Back Door Man', now there's a tune that drives me
nuts, at times it managed to edge out 'Light My Fire' and 'End Of The Night'
as my favourites on here. There's something Zeppelin-ish about the way
the dudes treat this blues cover, sharply accentuating the main heavy riff
and 'whetting' all the edges of the song so that it slices through your
mind as nothing else can. Jim's lionish roar on this track is easily his
best vocal delivery on the entire album, and Krieger tops it off with a
wall-rattling guitar solo. While the Doors were never a generic blues band,
this track showcases, from the very beginning of their career, Jim's ability
to assimilate old blues to his own dark, dreadful, terrifying style.
Thus the main problem with the album is definitely not the presence of
covers, but rather the presence of some rather nasty filler: the short
little ditties 'I Looked At You' and 'Take It As It Comes' are nothing
but your average pop songs set in the same 'negative' environment. 'I Looked
At You', in particular, irritates me every time I put it on with its pedestrian
lyrics - 'I looked at you/You looked at me/I smiled at you/You smiled at
me/And we're on our way'. Together with 'Take It As It Comes', the song
feels pretty much out of place on the record; add to this that 'The End'
has never been my favourite 'epic' Doors song, and you can understand why
I so often turn it down right after 'Back Door Man' which is the first
song on side two.
By no means are these two tunes 'bad', but they are certainly not up to
the standard of the first-rate songs which are mostly grouped on the first
side of the record. The album opener 'Break On Through (To The Other Side)'
is the first fast 'dark' rocker ever recorded, and it announces the Doors'
arrival on the scene with a crash boom bang: a low, grumbly, but amazingly
catchy guitar riff, ominous, mathematically precise organ solos and above
all - the lyrics: 'you know the day destroys the night/Night divides the
day/Tried to run tried to hide/Break on through to the other side'. The
seven-minute anthem 'Light My Fire' raises all kinds of emotions, especially
with Ray's organ and Robbie's guitar solos which are so well constructed
and so flawlessly played that you never regret their lengthiness even for
a second. A crying shame that they were edited out of the single version
- but that's how it goes, and the band couldn't really do anything about
it. Thus begins the lengthy war of the Conceptual Album Creators with the
Hit Single Producers.
It's the ballads, though, that best display Jim's talents: the gentle and
beautiful 'Crystal Ship' which deals with matters far wider and far more
dangerous than a simple love story, and especially the haunting mystical
'End Of The Night' where Ray sounds like a professional Dark Magician and
manages to create an atmosphere so dreary and majestic at the same time
that it really makes one shiver.
The two lesser tracks are 'Soul Kitchen', which nevertheless boasts a really
memorable melody, with a strange naggin' organ riff that borders on the
genial, and '20th Century Fox' which, strange enough, some people dislike,
but I really don't see anything that nasty about it. It's just a little
poppy, but just a little, and it has a great solo; what else do you need?
'But she's - no - drag - just - watch - the - way - she walks', chants
Jim, and the line sends me laughin' down the alleyway.
Last comes the least. Actually, the lengthiest. 'The End' is often hailed
as the Doors' most successful ten-minute-long (actually, eleven) 'gothic'
epic, the one that sets a pattern for all the following stream-of-conscience,
rambling poetical deliveries by Jim set to a somewhat rudimentary, but
strangely effective musical backings. But me, I'm not convinced. I like
the poetry, and most of the images that Jim conjures along the way, all
the 'weird scenes inside the gold mine', 'the blue bus is calling us',
'ride the snake to the lake', and, most important, the famous Oedipus complex
description where the line 'Mother I want to fuck you' is effectively buried
in the mix under an undecipherable mess of roar and hum - all these things
are quite flashy and effective. The problem is, the musical accompaniment
is WAY too monotonous and, frankly speaking, boring to let you enjoy
the number from beginning to, well, the end; more or less, the thing consists
of just two or three guitar lines being endlessly repeated over and over,
and even the 'transitions' in the sections (both this and 'When The Music's
Over' off the next album are built according to one scheme: intro - fast
transitional passage - main psycho part - fast transitional passage - outro)
don't seem all that great. While the song still stands out as one of the
Doors' main trademarks, I simply don't think it has enough musical potential
in it to live up to all the hype.
In the light of this, I wouldn't give the album a better rating than an
eight: while the album's absolutely groundbreaking nature is doubtless,
and the Doors wouldn't really make much conceptual innovations over the
next four years, the record still betrays signs of relative inexperience
in the studio. It's been often called one of the most impressive debuts
in rock history, and maybe it was: the album's sales skyrocketed in no
time, and the Doors became superstars almost overnight (although the singles
buying public wasn't so sure: 'Break On Through', the first single from
the album, flopped). In retrospect, though, the album's flaws become all
the more evident: there ain't much of 'em, but the inclusion of 'I Looked
At You' and the monotonousness of 'The End' are among the most offensive.
Their next record, however, would shut out all doubts about whether they
would be able to better themselves, and it still remains an absolute masterpiece
of the 'dark psychedelia' genre. At least, that's how I regard it.
Light my fire with your ideas
Your worthy comments:
Glenn Wiener <glennjwiener@hotmail.com> (25.09.99)
This is probably my favorite my this influential band. Truthfully I
like 'I Looked At You' as a light hearted pop tune is always a nice balance
to all the darkness on other tracks. 'Take It As It Comes' is another gem
as the organ solo is ultimately mesmerizing. The chord structure is simple
so that's maybe why you don't care for it, but the song ranks as one of
my two favorites on this disc.
My other favorite? 'Light My Fire'? Not quite as where its a captivating
song, the solos go on a little bit too long. 'The End'? Never, as the deranged
mind of Jim Morrison at full blast of insanity is a little hard to take
especially for eleven minutes. My favorite is 'Crystal Ship' with the haunting
organ, mysterious lyrics, and chilling vocals make it the ultimate performance
on this record.
Nick Karn <glassmoondt@yahoo.com> (18.10.99)
Ah, The Doors - one of the most intriguing and legendary debut albums ever made, and it holds up very, very well to time because no one has ever sounded quite like this. Dark, mystifying, and catchy, all with great musicianship. The obvious highlight for me is of course "Light My Fire" (that solo section I couldn't get into at first, but now I recognize it's brilliance - what a hook to this one too), but I think they do an exceptional job on the covers - "Back Door Man" has some of Jim's most emotionally direct screaming, and "Alabama Song" is quite fun and instantly memorable. "Break On Through" is an exceptional way to start off their career (hard to believe it flopped as a single), "The Crystal Ship" and "End Of The Night" have a great mysterious edge, "The End" ranks up there with The Velvet Underground's "Venus In Furs" as one of the most psychologically frightening songs in existence (although there doesn't seem to be an end to it, as it drags somewhat too long in the meandering background music), "Soul Kitchen" and "Twentieth Century Fox" are great singable ditties with creative instrumentation, while "I Looked At You" and "Take It As It Comes" seem like insignificant short pop songs, but they're very memorable as well (especially the latter with some amazing organ work). I give this album a 9.
Fredrik Tydal <f_tydal@hotmail.com> (17.03.2000)
Their best album, and a lot better than the following one. In my opinion, that is. While Strange Days has one bad track ("Horse Latitudes", if you even count it) and two mediocre ones ("My Eyes Have Seen You", "I Can't See Your Face In My Mind"), the debut album only has two mediocre cuts, one of which is partly saved by Manzarek's cool organ work ("I Looked At You", "Take It As It Comes"). The rest songs on the debut range from good to great. I also have to say that I prefer "The End" to "When The Music's Over", mostly because "The End" was really original this time around. Otherwise, Manzarek is all over the record with the immortal solos on "Light My Fire", the understated emotional piano part in "The Crystal Ship" and virtually everywhere else. I feel that Manzarek really was as vital to the band's success as Morrison himself, only no-one realized it at the time. I mean, think about it; would The Doors have been as successful with the regular guitar/base/drums approach? Hardly not; Manzarek gave them an almost unique sound. Oh, well; great album - nine out of ten
Kevin Baker <bakerspread@computron.net> (15.10.2000)
This album kicks! I don't belive in such a thing as a "perfect"
album, but this one comes quite close. The Doors were masters of creating
a dreary, but not evil, atmosphere. This is my brekadown of the album,
song-bysong
Break On Through--An excellent dark rocker, maybe the very first of its
kind. It starts the album off with a bang, and every part of the music---vocals,
lyrics, and musicality lack nothing.
Soul Kitchen---Great! This song has such a great groove to it. Manzarek's
cool playing form the backbone of the tune, and Kreiger's guitar keeps
the song fresh. Jim's vocals are great as usual, just as Densmore's
drumming is. The best part is how..cool it sounds. The lyrics,
again masterfully written, seem to clash with the music because of subject
matter, but they seem so natural with the music.
The Crystal Ship---This one ties for first as my favorite song on here,
the other one being Light My Fire. As cliched as it sounds by now,
everything is superb and immaculate. The piano track, along with
an organ track, is a pleasantly surprising addition. The perfect
song for a dull, rainy day.
Twentieth Century Fox---If Light My Fire and The Crystal Ship share the
gold, then this song gets the silver, hands down. Not quite as dark
as some of the other songs on here, but definitely very cynical and very
cool. I love the guitar solo in the middle; Krieger is one of the
most unjustly forgotten guitarists of the 60s. Plus, I totally dig
the lyrics. They describe to a tee so many women I know. Sad
as that is.
Alabama Song---Very interesting. The first cover on the album, and
an unusual one at that. Who'd have thought The Doors would cover
a song from a German stage production? Oh well, they do a good enough
job of assimilating it to their style. Plus, the organ sounds really
groovy.
Light My Fire---This is THE defining song of the sexual side of the Summer
Of Love. It has achieved almost anthemic status, and deservingly
so. The music throughout is tight and well-played, and never once
gets boring. The lyrics are catchy and fun to sing along with, if
you dig that kind of thing. Even if you don't, the song still rules.
A true classic.
Back Door Man---The other cover, and a kick-butt blues rocker! Jim
Morrison's vocals really shine on this one; his influence from such greats
as Howlin' Wolf are very evident. The organ part is intoxicating,
and you'll find yourself humming it over and over. For such a dark-soundiong
band, The Doors excelled at coming up with hooks in their music.
I Looked At You---Not nearly as bad as some think. A bit generic
perhaps, but by no means bad. The general attitude in the song is
not as dark as the rest of the album, but considering the next track, it
is a welcome respite from the rising black tide, if you'll pardon my flowery
language.
End Of The Night---Good organ work and mood, but I'm not near as fond of
it as some other songs on here. Still good though. Very gothic,
and a foreshadowing of the nightmarish The End.
Take It As It Comes---In the same vein as I Looked At You. Poppy,
but consider its placing. You have the gothic End Of The Night before
it, and of course there's...
The End---Straight out of a nightmare. Snakes, Oedipal fantasies,
killers with boots, gold mines, it's all there. Not worthy of being
11 and a half minutes, but still an awesome song. It's sole failing
is the lack of musical variety, but the imagery of the lyrics more than
compensates.
All in all, The Doors is one of the 3 best albums to come out of 1967.
The mood is surprisingly dark for the height of flower power, and only
The Doors could have, or even would have dared to have, ascended to the
lyrical heights on this album. A must-have!
<Sabbath246@aol.com> (18.10.2000)
The Doors are my all time favorite band and have been since I was about 4 or 5 years old, believe it or not. There was just something about Jim Morrison, something that set him far apart from your average rock singer. As a lifelong, loyal Doors fan, I'd have 2 say that this is their greatest effort. It contains my two favorite Doors songs- "Break On Through" and "The End". "Break On Through" is probably the first true hard rock song ever recorded, and it still cooks from beginning to end every time I hear it. "Soul Kitchen" isn't nearly as good, but has a great rhythm that's held solid by Ray's piercing organ lines. "The Crystal Ship" is beautifully hypnotic, one of Jim's best vocal deliveries ever. "20th Century Fox" I love, mainly because of that upbeat guitar shuffle by Krieger. "Alabama Song" is funny, but not that impressive lyrically or musically. "Light My Fire" of course is known by every Doors fan, as it was their most successful single. The long instrumental break in the middle is, to quote a former music critic, "at least as good as sex". Now that's saying something! "Back Door Man" is awesome, with Jim bellowing as if he were giving his last performance. The next three numbers are basically short pop tunes that are moderately memorable. But then comes the moment of truth. The Doors sacred twelve-minute masterpiece- "The End". It easily stands out in my mind as being the most epic, dark piece of work to ever come out of the 1960's. Many people don't care for it, but I can never get enough of it. To listen to it beginning to end simply exhausts both mind and soul. "The End" takes the listener on a mystical journey into a world of insanity, murder, incest, hopelessness and rebellion. And NO other band on God's green Earth could have done this song but the Doors. Not the Beatles, not the Stones, not Zeppelin, not the Who, not FUCKING ANYONE! The Doors are and always will be the supreme pioneers of rock 'n roll. Peace.
Year Of Release: 1967
Record rating = 10
Overall rating = 14
Dark, depressing and beautiful. Plus - steady and self-assured. The
melodies can't be topped.
Best song: WHEN THE MUSIC'S OVER. Maybe LOVE ME TWO TIMES.
Ere 1967 drew to its fall, the Doors tightened up all the bolts and
released this classic - uncompromised, dark, mystical, and majestic to
the extreme. And talk about Led Zeppelin or, God help me, Black Sabbath,
as much as you want: neither of the two bands ever managed to release an
album as impressive as this one. Dark, yes, deep and depressing as hell,
but also unbelievably catchy, with packs of solid, memorable, original
melodies jumping out from every corner. On a sheer musical scale, this
is undoubtedly a pop album, with only a few tracks approaching true
'rock'n'roll'; but emotion-wise and on a social scale, this is as far from
simple pop as could be, because most of the songs are dangerous and apocalyptic,
a far cry from the general love-your-neighbour thematics of the hippiesque
1967. This is Jim's peak as the mystical lyricist; Ray's peak as the creative
organ player; and Robbie's peak as the master of catchy riff. All things
combined, this is the Doors' finest hour... well, the Doors' finest half-hour,
actually.
Barring the short poetry extract ('Horse Latitudes', dedicated by Jim to
the memory of horses drowned in the sea by conquistadors on their way to
America) which is dumb because it isn't a song, there's not a single filler
around here. Not even a single! It all kinda reverts us to a certain magical
enchanted land - the land of the Doors, populated by strange carnivalesque
giants and midgets which you're witnessing on the album cover. In this
land, 'no-one remembers your name', as is proclaimed in 'People Are Strange':
the major hit around here, worth every penny, with one of the best pop
keyboard riffs you ever heard, and a song that's equally enjoyed by Doors
fans and those who can't usually stand the band at all, as it's poppy and
gloomy all at the same time. In this land 'you're lost, tell me who are
you', as is proclaimed in 'You're Lost Little Girl' - a great dark ballad,
underpinned with a solid keyboard-bass line by Ray, and conveying the feeling
of being at a complete dead end, lost without hope and finding oneself
in a situation of utter despair as perfect as only can be. In the same
land, 'we're falling through wet forests on our moonlight drive', as is
stated in 'Moonlight Drive', a song you could call psychedelic if this
album weren't already trippy beyond all psychedelia. This one also features
great wah-wah guitar from Robbie and a great rush-to-the-climax by Jim,
who takes us through mild, cool-headed, dreamy space imagery to an all-out
thunderstorm of vicious space reveling. In the same land Jim tells us that
'I Can't See Your Face In My Mind' - another great ballad, oh God, they're
all great here, and it's hardly believable that they're all squeezed into
just one package with a thirty-minute length.
Apart from that, you have your 'Love Me Two Times' with a terrific hard
riff - my favourite Doors riff of all time; but once again, the song's
main attraction might be the superb mounting of tension that leads the
number from a potentially dangerous, but quiet and subdued tune, to a raging
storm. This, in fact, is one of the main differences between the Doors
and your typical 'mad' band like the Who or Led Zep: the latter tend to
overwhelm you from the very start by crashing their way into the song from
the first seconds, while the Doors always build up the tension - at their
most energetic, they're almost as captivating as both of these bands, but
they always lead you to the climax, never pour it on your head all
at once. The same technique is evident, for instance, on 'My Eyes Have
Seen You', an uncompromised arse-kickin' rocker that starts as a simple
ditty (begin with bass, then add some electric piano, then a guitar line,
then vocals) and ends up, once again, as an impressive wall of sound.
Other highlights (not a completely exact word for this album, as there
are no lows to speak of) are the title track - a perfect introduction to
this strange world, and what kind of introduction is this: 'strange days
have found us/strange days have dragged us down'? Jim's vocals are heavily
echoed on that one, so that you wouldn't have any doubts this is going
to be a mind-blowing experience. A trifle more lightweight is 'Unhappy
Girl' - but this ain't just a sappy tear-inducing story about an unhappy
girl, really, once again, the song is about suffering and pain and escape
from both in general. And last, but not least, a serious improvement over
the previous album closer - if you thought 'The End' was kinda boring,
what about 'When The Music's Over'? Much more complicated and variegated
than its predecessor, it ventures off into almost heavy metal sequences,
then into ultra-quiet singing with an occasional drumburst or bass twang,
comes out again, dives in again, dips into all kinds of psycho negative
ravings on the way, and finally bursts apart with a headsplitting finale:
'music is your only friend/until the end/until the end/until... the...
EEEEEEEEEEND!' Boom. A far cry from 'The End', a song also great and in
its own rights, but for Chrissake, it only had one naggin' melody
throughout! While here, there's at least a dozen different sections, and
they manage to keep your attention like nothing does.
Certainly the peak of all the Doors' efforts, this album should remain
a true highlight of 1967. I mean, they did good albums afterwards, but
none was as good as this one: Strange Days manages to perfectly
capture the quintessence of the Doors' spirit while, at the same time,
be almost flawless in the sheer musical sense. Indeed, the only problem
with it is that it is really a bit too short: at thirty minutes, it's all
over before you can say jack knife.
I can't see your face in my mind, but you can always mail your ideas
Your worthy comments:
Glenn Wiener <glennjwiener@hotmail.com> (01.09.99)
What is it that everyone loves this record so much? 'Horse Lattitudes' in spite of Manzarek's keyboard embellishments is merely filler. The overall mood is fairly depressing. Also, the ranting vocals makes me feel like I'm listening to a lunatic. Don't get me wrong, I like this record. Much of it iw well written and Manzarek's organ adds alot to the music. However, when I feel like listening to the not so "Insane Side" of the Doors, I'll choose LA Woman or the debut(and skip 'The End').
Nick Karn <glassmoondt@yahoo.com> (29.10.99)
Wow, the world must be coming to an end now - I totally agree with the reviews for an album by BOTH you and Prindle. Seriously, when I first heard this album it floored me because it's so dark, moody, and carnivalesque. Everyone says, "Oh, there aren't any phenomenal songs like there are on the first one." In my opinion, each song creates a feeling so special that they are gems of their own - the album is ultimately greater than the sum of its' parts. Even the filler "Horse Latitudes" is a freaky setup for the eerie glide of "Moonlight Drive". The melodies are fantastic and inspirational... it's easy to sing along to everything here even when the lyrics are at their darkest (the "it's better than 'The End' epic "When The Music's Over"). The title song may be one of the best opening tracks I'e heard on any album, "I Can't See Your Face In My Mind" and "Unhappy Girl" are so psychedelic and mystical it's an experience (which makes them significantly better than filler). "My Eyes Have Seen You" is electrifying too, plus Robbie Krieger had some friggin great guitar riffs here - "Love Me Two Times", "People Are Strange" and especially his textures on the aforementioned "Moonlight Drive". "You're Lost Little Girl" brings it all together. Ray Manzarek of course is the cataylst for is eerie sound here, Jim Morrison is as psycho as ever, and John Densmore keeps the groove going. A undoubtable masterpiece. 10!!!
Fredrik Tydal <f_tydal@hotmail.com> (12.12.99)
This album always leaves me wondering; "why is this widely regarded as The Doors best album?" I can't figure it out. Sure there's an overall dark mood virtually non-existent in the music of late 1967, except the Airplane's After Bathing At Baxters and whatever The Velvet Underground was doing at the time. I simply fail to see the greatness of this album. To me, there's two really good tracks here; "Strange Days" and "People Are Strange". The rest are just tiresome organ pop which just floats by the ear. The closing number, "When The Music's Over", is down-right pathetic. I just don't get this album. It's not bad or anything, but I just can't compare it to the debut album or L.A. Woman; which are my favourite Doors albums.
<LdZeppelin4@aol.com> (19.07.2000)
For me, this is the most consistent of the Doors albums. Being a Doors fan for some time, I have to say this nudges out the debut album and Morrison Hotel by a bit. It is so dark and gloomy, and Jim Morrison seems to make his best material when he writes like this. The opening "Strange Days" is a spooky opener, with a great thumping bass. Other highlights are the dark-pop of "Strange Days", the riffs of "Love Me Two Times", or the eerie "Moonlight Drive". And of course, the unforgettable closing track, "When the Music's Over", which remains one of the Doors finest songs (better than "The End"!).
Year Of Release: 1968
Record rating = 7
Overall rating = 11
This one's a happy pop album! Yuck! Imagine that!
Best song: NOT TO TOUCH THE EARTH
A terrible letdown. Well - after all, when you've come up with the best
you could, you can't but drop down, can you? Seems so. The band themselves
used to explain this failure by the 'third album factor': you play together
for a long time, come up with all kinds of material, sift it, polish it,
put all the winners on your first two records, and by the time it comes
to recording your third record, you're left with nothing but the chaff
or nothing at all. One must give the band their due, of course, since only
an ultra-talented musical outfit can pack their two first records to the
brim with prime material - most bands would probably experience the 'third
album factor' at the stage of the first one. But this does not deprive
us from the fact that this statement is completely true, and the 'third
album factor' is really existent. At least, it was existent for the Doors.
OK, so Waiting For The Sun is a lot more crowd-pleasing than the
previous one: it's softer, gentler, a lot of the dark mood is lost, and
there's a lot of tender ballads which are not dark at all - just plain
sad and melancholic. But wait! That's not Morrison's forte! The stupid
thing is that as soon as he reminds himself that he's really Prince of
the Darkness, everything's OK. That means that in order to save the album
from ruin, we have such terrific tracks as 'Not To Touch The Earth' and
'Five To One'. The first one is an excerpt from the band's lengthy live
epic 'Celebration Of The Lizard' which they wanted first to put on the
album in its entirety, but changed their mind about at the last moment;
a wise decision, probably, since the version on Absolutely Live
amply demonstrates that - mildly speaking - this suite was rather far from
musical perfection. 'Not To Touch The Earth', however, is the suite's brightest
moment, a magnificent 'mystical march' with a terrifying speeding up at
the end; and, of course, it's the song that earned Jim his eternal nickname
of 'The Lizard King'. And the gruesome 'Five To One', an ode to brute force,
violence (and possibly Jim's beloved Friedrich Nietzsche) is, undoubtedly,
the heaviest and most frightening song the band ever did; its four and
a half minutes pack more emotional impact and heavy emotions than the entire
black metal movement. You know a song's great when it serves as a great
source for all kinds of quotations - 'Five to one baby one and five/No
one here gets out alive' is probably the Doors' best known lyrical line
(apart from 'come on baby light my fire', of course, which isn't even Morrison).
But what about the rest? Some tracks are - pardon me Jim - completely dorkish,
like the short (thank God) pop melody in 'Wintertime Love' and the absolutely
unnecessary 'Yes The River Knows' (what it knows exactly, I still
can't guess). 'Wintertime Love' is a waltz, for Chrissake! Is it
a sellout or what? Of course, it's rather hard to determine what exactly
could have been a 'sellout' in the Sixties (I don't know any examples),
but this is the closest to a Sixties' sellout I've ever seen. And 'Yes
The River Knows' is so quiet and derivative of the Strange Days
balladeering that I hardly ever notice the song... I do appreciate the
sudden change from its soft sound to the gruffness of 'Five To One', though.
Some of the other tracks are rather lovely (the depressing ballads 'Love
Street', 'Summer's Almost Gone'), but I'd rather have them sung by any
other band but The Doors. Or put them on an outtakes album, at least -
there they would serve as pleasant surprises. Don't get me wrong: I like
both songs very much, because they're pretty and they're memorable (what
else does one need?), but the Doors have an identity, and they don't fit
my conception of the Doors. Maybe it's my personal problem and I need to
widen the conception? Oh, and if you want some more real complaints, here
goes: the shaman chanting 'My Wild Love' is senseless (a great way to kill
time and fill space), the B-side opener 'Spanish Caravan' is a stupid Spanish-style
ballad (I don't care much for Robbie's flamenco-style playing, thank you),
and 'We Could Be So Good Together' goes nowhere in particular, especially
in the lyrical department: 'We could be so good together/Yeah, so good
together/We could be so good together/Yeah we could/I know we could'. Your
impression?
So the only other two tracks that save some face is the album-opening rocker
'Hello I Love You' (some people say it's ripped-off from the Kinks, but
I still can't figure what they're talking about), and the antiwar anthem
'The Unknown Soldier' with the band's impersation of a firing squad in
midsong. The screams 'it's all over, war is over' at the end sound great,
especially since it's not genuine - it's a mockery!
Very, very weak for the Doors' own standards. This is still a very good
record by anybody else's standards, of course; but it does heavily sound
like many of these songs were written and recorded in great haste, not
to mention under heavy circumstances - Jim's personal drug and alcohol
problems were getting worse and worse all the time, so Krieger was slowly
taking over the leader functions, and this really hurt the boys' image.
Particularly in retrospect - where will you find another reviewer on the
Web that would have as many nice things to say about The Soft Parade
as I do?
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Glenn Wiener <glennjwiener@hotmail.com> (25.09.99)
Of thee four Doors albums that I own, this one is definitely the weakest. Whereas, 'Wintertime Love', 'Summers Almost Gone', and 'Spanish Caravan' are creative due to many special effects, the album has some incomplete songs such as 'My Wild Love'. The chanting in the same sequence over the course of even a few minutes can be quite irritating. 'Yes The River Knows' and 'We Could Be So Good Together' have weak structures as well. The other songs are pretty good but somehow they fall short of LA Woman, the Debut, and even Strange Days.
Nick Karn <glassmoondt@yahoo.com> (18.10.99)
Yup, you got it right.. it's a letdown (and yes, like you, one of my next Doors purchases after this one is definitely gonna be Strange Days - we shall see what I think of that one). But not really a terrible one. There are still quite a few fantastic moments on this album that push it from mediocrity to "pretty good" status. I love the emotion and fiery guitar playing of "Five To One" (awesome closer), the eerie "Not To Touch The Earth" (far superior to the whole "Celebration Of The Lizard" epic on Absolutely Live, which is in my opinion an incredible drag), "The Unknown Soldier" is an infectious anti-war statement and is one of the few tracks that has the earlier edge at the same time, "Spanish Caravan" is a pleasant acoustic number, and I can't get enough of that beautiful chorus to "Wintertime Love", one of the few deliberately pop tunes here I actually like. I just can't accept Morrison in this role. Although "Hello, I Love You" has grown on me and become somewhat of an addictive listen, "Summer's Almost Gone", "Love Street", "We Could Be So Good Together", and "Yes, The River Knows" aren't seriously anything more than filler tracks. And "My Wild Love" is just so stupid and inexplicably annoying I don't know how anyone in their right mind can enjoy it. That's pretty much my assessment on this album. Pretty good, but flawed and inconsistent for a 7 overall.
<Jndiller@aol.com> (19.02.2000)
Well, I can hear the Kinks influence somewhat:
"Hello-I-love-you-won't-you-tell-me-your-name?"
"O-yeah-All-day-and-all-of-the-night"
But.... It's not enough to ruin the song and except for that straight-to-the-brain
riff, it's an improvement.
Fredrik Tydal <f_tydal@hotmail.com> (13.03.99)
A six? You have to be kidding, George. This is as good as Strange Days, in my opinion. I have to say I like "Love Street", which shows another side of Jim - which is always welcome - and also features great piano work from Manzarek. Actually, the whole first side is really good, with "Hello, I Love You", "Not To Touch The Earth" being the high-lights. All right, "Wintertime Love" isn't all that hot - but it's tolerable. "Spanish Caravan" is another high-light which significes the continuing growth of Krieger as a guitar player. But side two unfortunately also contains the two misfires; "We Could Be So Good Together" and "Yes, The River Knows". "Five To One" makes up for them a bit, though.
Philip Maddox <slurmsmckenzie@hotmail.com> (02.10.2000)
I recently dug up an old tape of this and gave it a few whirls and liked it quite a bit. 'Five To One' and 'Hello I Love You' are both excellent, catchy, weird singles that have already had books written about them, so I'll say no more. 'Not To Touch The Earth' is some of Jim's greatest weirdness. Meaningless, but oh so dark and memorable. And though it may sound a bit strange, I absolutely adore 'Wintertime Love'. It's one of my favorite songs here. The odd chords in the verses and the big, catchy chorus pull me into the fun whether I like it or not. It's so short that i usually listen to it 2 or 3 times whenever I spin the album. 'Spanish Caravan' is superb, too - I love the way the song turns into a vicious acid rocker in the second half. It showcases the Doors playing with my mood at its best. Problems? 'My Wild Love' sucks bad (really, who needs that dumb tribal chant?), and a couple of tunes are slightly generic. Still, no major complaints. I grant this album a score of 8 out of 10.
Year Of Release: 1969
Record rating = 7
Overall rating = 11
More pop, horns, orchestra, and Krieger. But Jim wrote some good
songs, too.
Best song: THE SOFT PARADE
This album was probably released in a flurry, as 1969 didn't seem to
be a good year for The Doors, what with Jim's drug additions and obscene
behaviour, culminating in the infamous self-exposion bust and subsequent
trial. This explains the fact that a good deal of the music here is written
by Robbie. And it's no good news, either, because this leads to very mixed
results. On one hand, the extremely simple (at least, compared to Jim's
own compositions) love song 'Touch Me' sounds fairly attractive to me,
with its fast tempo and nice orchestration (it was the hit single, too),
and the corny orchestration of the chorus is fully compensated for by the
fascinating tension-mounting towards the end of the song, with the wild
saxophone solo and the powerful four chords that bring the number to a
close. On the other hand, the countryish 'Runnin' Blue', dedicated to the
memory of 'poor Otis /Redding/', is simply horrible, with incredibly banal
barroom fiddle and absolutely dumb lyrics. The opening track, 'Tell All
The People', is too simple for Jim's style, just as well. 'Tell all the
people what you see - it's just me!' Me? It's Robby Krieger, not Jim Morrison;
sometimes I wonder how in the world could Jim be as horrendously stoned
so as to actually sing Krieger's lyrics. Of course, he might just have
been a good pal, always ready to oblige, but judging from his biography,
that issue's more than dubious.
The funny thing is that I used to think that Jim's own composing was going
down the drain, too; but turns out that the two other weak cuts on this
record were also written by Krieger (well, 'Do It' is credited to
Morrison-Krieger, but I'll gladly close my eyes on the first half of the
credit), so Jim's reputation is saved in my eyes. The catchy, mournful
ditty 'Wishful Sinful' is in the traditional 'Crystal Ship' ballad style,
but it's slightly weaker and features too much unnecessary orchestration;
while I can't find any particular flaws with the melody, it always manages
to bore me to death, and the false ending midway through irritates my guts
- there's nothing worse for one's digestion system than a false ending
in the middle of a boring song. Another low quality number, 'Do It', is
a catchy, but nevertheless silly piece of rock and roll with the line 'please
please listen to the children, they are the ones who will rule the world'
repeated over and over again until you're ready to go throttle all the
children on this planet. The only thing that redeems it are some fascinating
drum fills from Densmore - listen to him basically going over his head
on the final verses and gaze in awe at the man's talents.
OK now, some good news, too: when it comes to Jim's songwriting, this album
is generally an improvement over the last one. Because when a song is good
here, it is real good. Forsaking the schlocky aspects of Waiting
For The Sun (relegating them to Krieger's numbers), Jim has taken on
his 'dark aura' again, and pieces like 'Shaman's Blues' and especially
'Wild Child' are absolutely shattering, with great heavy riffs and lyrics
demonstrating Jim's profound interests in ethnography. Everything is back:
the monstruosity, the thrill, the pauses and climaxes, and the riff of
'Wild Child' is one of the best riffs the band ever managed to come up
with - particularly brilliant is the change of key by both Jim and
Robbie for the last verse, which suddenly changes the atmosphere of the
song from ominous and prophetic to desperate and pleading. And the playful,
yet menacing atmosphere is back for the pop rocker 'Easy Ride' that gallops
around at a great speed and is tremendous fun, especially with Robbie's
otherworldly guitar fills and Ray's audacious organ bleeps and bursts.
The real highlight, though, is the title track: yet another overlong, anthemic
album-closing composition, this time more complex than ever, moving through
several absolutely different parts like a Thick As A Brick-type
mini-suite and ending with a brilliant row of overdubs, with four or five
Jims singing at once. Yeah, that's the one which begins with the famous
'epigraph': 'When I was back in seminary school, there was a person there
who put forth the proposition that you can petition the lord with prayer...
petition the lord with prayer... petition the lord with prayer... YOU CANNOT
PETITION THE LORD WITH PRAYER!' Well, I suppose Jim never really petitioned
the lord with prayer. Anyway, the effect of the number which slowly and
meticulously picks up steam, with more and more Jims joining in the chaotic
chorus, is really awesome, and then, when the song builds up to an absolute
climax, the Jims suddenly disappear and one extremely loud-voiced, echoey
Jim announces: "WHEN ALL ELSE IS FAILED WE CAN RIP THE HORSES' EYES
AND MAKE THEM SLEEP". Isn't that classy? And the track also shares
the advantage of being fully and completely rhythmic, with a steady, well-played
beat, so if 'The End' and 'When The Music's Over' ever used to bother you
with their being slow and rambling, 'The Soft Parade' can even be danceable
- although I don't know how one could really dance along to Jim's dreary
hallucinations.
All said, there are some real nasty stinkers on this album, but in general
I far prefer it to Waiting For The Sun, since it doesn't have that
crowd-pleasing sweety pop taste to it. After all, Jim Morrison is no Paul
McCartney: he's at his best when he sings 'The Soft Parade', not 'Wintertime
Love'. Isn't he?
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Valentin Katz <Valka324@home.com> (09.12.99)
This seems to be the forgotten album. When mentioned with other Doors albums, it seems to never hold its own, but I believe its one of their best. Although horns seem unconventional and out of place in a Doors record, they not only pull it off, they make it sound damn fucking good. 'Tell All the People' and 'Touch Me' are just great melodious songs, something the Doors sound usually lacks (not that that's bad, oh no!). 'Runnin' Blue' is really ominous until Robby steps in with his hillbilly chorus. And then there is of course, the forgotten Doors epic. Everyone raves about 'The End' for its Oedipus parallels, 'When the Music's Over' for its apocalyptic (which you can say for any doors song) vision and 'Riders on the Storm' for the amazing organ playing. But 'The Soft Parade' is always left out, when it is my belief that it belongs right up there with those classics. The opening with "YOU CAN NOT PETITION THE LORD WITH PRAYER" should automatically give you an indication that this song will be cool. And the lyric that touches me deep inside "All our lives we sweat and save, building towards a shallow grave". Is there anything more poetic to describe our worthless, emotionless, meaningless, society driven lives? I think not.
Fredrik Tydal <f_tydal@hotmail.com> (16.06.2000)
The original Doors never put out a bad album, but this one has to be their least impressive. Krieger embarrasses himself on at least two tracks; I can't hardly listen to "Tell All The People" and "Touch Me". Thankfully, Morrison saves the day with a couple of his usual tricks. I actually prefer the title track to both "The End" and "When The Music's Over", in terms of epic Doors songs. Of Krieger's numbers, I have to say I actually like "Runnin' Blue". Don't ask me why, perhaps it's the contrast between the lame country imitation and the Doors sound. And Krieger sure had earned himself that rare vocal... A decent effort, but lowest in the Doors album hierarchy.
Year Of Release: 1970
Record rating = 8
Overall rating = 12
An interesting live album... which shows The Doors were a blues band
after all.
Best song: WHO DO YOU LOVE
The only live album released when ol' Jim was still prowling around,
this one was intended to showcase the Doors at their live best, and it
does. Well - almost does. Because the album also showcases the Doors
at producing the kind of show they'd never ever allow on their studio albums,
and I'm speaking of the 14-minute long 'Celebration Of The Lizard' suite
which is the usual Jim kinda suicidal/necrophilian wailings (ok, ok, it's
not really about that, but you know it's all the same to me) and it's brain-muddling.
It does include 'Not To Touch The Earth' as a substantial chunk of it,
but the rest is just not music at all. Which is not what they used to do
in the studio. The only quasi-musical piece is 'A Little Game' which is
indeed monotonous, a little ode to schizophrenia ('I think you know/What
game I mean/I mean the game/Of go insane') based on one nursery chord;
apart from that, it's just Jim reciting his poetry bits to bits of acid
noisemaking. I can't really tell you if I like it or not - at least they
don't set his poetry to disco backing like they would do it eight years
later - but nothing is really exceptional or particularly memorable or
impressive; not being a fan of Morrison's life attitude, I will never drool
over his poetry when it's not stuck to the actual instrumental background.
Face it, the Doors could have been a band with just instrumental
compositions; but without the instrumental background, Jim was just Jim.
Do you like Jim? I don't. Not particularly, in any case.
But if you throw that 10-minute stinker away (and you should), you get
yourself an excellent document with brilliant playing, clear vocals and
an overall great sound. The funny thing is that while by 1969, when the
performance was recorded, the Doors had already gotten rid of covers and
were successfully penning all the material themselves, they still do a
lot of covers, most notably classic blues covers, on stage. Thus, both
'Alabama Song' and 'Back Door Man' are present, albeit in a medley which
also includes 'Five To One' and a little 'previously unavailable', but
very pleasant ditty called 'Love Hides'; and you also get acquainted with
their interpretation of Bo Diddley's 'Who Do You Love' and Muddy Waters'
'Close To You'. The first one sounds particularly Doors-ish, as if the
main vocal melody was written specially for Jim to perform and the stomping
Bo Diddley rhythm written specially for Ray to imitate on his organ. 'Close
To You' is less comfortable, though, as the lead vocals are taken by Manzarek
himself, who overgrumbles and overhoarsens his voice quite a bit and makes
things look somewhat cheaper than they actually are. 'Build Me A Woman',
though, is a good Jim vocal highlight. Ah well, anyway, I suppose the fact
that all of these songs sound so good in the hands of Jim are obvious proof
that blues is an offspring of Satan, don't you think? Morrison's Blues
Wears Satan's Shoes...
In general, though, I'm rather pleased that Absolutely Live never
actually equals a 'greatest hits live' album and offers the listener enough
diversity and little hidden gems that he won't find on any studio records.
Apart from the already mentioned 'Love Hides', for instance, there's also
an introspective, deeply moving ballad called 'Universal Mind' (yeah I
know the title can be offputting, but give it a try, it's actually a nice
song), and a new hilarious - if you get black humour, of course - introduction
to 'Break On Through' called 'Dead Cats Dead Rats'... these guys were sick,
really.
Meanwhile, the oldies are all performed with enough vehemency and enough
little details to distinguish them from their studio peers. Naturally,
they're all extended: the Doors used to build up tension very slowly, which,
unfortunately, doesn't always come out well on an album. For instance,
they used to stretch out the organ intro to 'When The Music's Over', slowly
wearing out the listener with repetitive keyboard riffs until all of a
sudden Densmore kicked in with the drums and Jim threw out his mighty 'YEAH'
roar and the quietly dreaming listener was kicked out of the seat with
a sonic wave. Which sounds cool in theory, but in an audio version it quickly
becomes unbearable. Thank God the version on here is shorter than on the
Hollywood Bowl concert recording. But then again, Jim does compensate
for all the fuss with his wonderful crowd interaction during the short
pieces. 'SHUT UP', he roars, 'is that the way to behave at a rock'n'roll
concert?' And as he bellows out 'we want the world and we want it...',
the whole audience keeps howling 'now, now, now!' to him. Later on: 'That's
New York to you. The only people that rush the stage are guys.' Things
like that really turn the simple listening process into... well, into an
experience.
'Soul Kitchen' is brilliantly chosen as an encore (brilliantly, since Jim
wisely changes the closing lyrics to 'Well the cop says it's time to close
now/I think we have to go now/I'd really wanna stay here all night...'),
and overall, the album leaves a very good feeling. The sound is excellent
(although I feel the organ and drums are mixed way too high, overshadowing
Robbie's guitar all the time), the song choice is wise and entertaining,
and you can actually feel the audience if you want to. Not that the record
lacks any defects - I think I've listed some of them above - but you can't
get any better with a live Doors album, and really, with the Doors, you
oughta be there to truly understand the event. Such a pity I wasn't...
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Nick Karn <glassmoondt@yahoo.com> (18.10.99)
Do you have the reissued double disc version of this one? Cause I think it adds a second full disc of more popular songs (the first disc consists of what I've heard). I've heard only the original double record version, and I find it decent and certainly interesting, but fairly erratic. The blues covers just don't do it for me at all - "Who Do You Love" is good, but I find "Build Me A Woman" utterly moronic and "Close To You" pretty much worthless. Some of the live versions are really good ("Five To One", "Universal Mind", "When The Music's Over", "Soul Kitchen", etc.), but not really an improvement or change from the originals. And like I said in the Waiting For The Sun review, "Celebration Of The Lizard" is just coma-inducing boredom, although it is intriguing, to be fair. Could have been a really nice live document, but it has its' weaknesses, and I'm definitely not a fan of concert recordings, so I can't give it anything more than a 6.
Fredrik Tydal <f_tydal@hotmail.com> (31.08.2000)
I have this one as part of the In Concert double CD, which couples the complete Absolutely Live album with non-overlaping selections from Alive She Cried and Live At The Hollywood Bowl. And I have to say I can't get enough of the live Doors... I really like their theatrical qualities, you know; Morrison really over-doing it in "Back Door Man", the build-up to and release of "We want the world" in "When The Music's Over", Manzarek's hilarious lead vocals on "Close To You". Yes, indeed, I like Ray's little show-case - I think he had earned it. Did you know that he actually worked as a blues singer in the early sixties? His stage name was Screamin' Ray Daniels (no, I'm not making that up). And Morrison comes across as a pretty decent guy and actually makes sense, cracking a few good jokes in the process. And "Soul Kitchen" is the perfect closer - I wonder if it was planned or just spontaneity on Jim's part...
<MSDK84@email.msn.com> (27.11.2000)
This is a very entertaining live album. With the top-notch performance of the musicians and Jim's on-stage theatrics, how couldn't it be? I really like 'The Celebration of the Lizard', which is somewhat shortened from its orginal version, (I heard the studio version was meant to be around the 25-minute mark). The classics are performed well, with some cool poetry thrown in on the side. This serves as a document of the greatness the Doors were, and why they have such an outstanding legacy.
Year Of Release: 1970
Record rating = 9
Overall rating = 13
More blues, less pop. More darkness, more beauty. And ferocious guitarwork.
Best song: ROADHOUSE BLUES
Groovy - for me, this is easily the second best Doors album ever. Others
may disagree, claiming that Morrison Hotel has lost a lot of what
we call the traditional 'Doors spirit'. That may be true - this and the
following record are among the band's most 'lightweight' material - in
that they're definitely not as dark, 'gory', apocalyptic and shiver-sending
as most of the previous stuff. For the most part, the Doors decide to switch
gears - and, while pretty few of this stuff can be called cheerful, Morrison
Hotel is a far more listener-friendly record if the listener likes
his music smooth and not very offensive, but with an edge nevertheless.
But many fans are disappointed - after all, who needs a Doors record when
there's no 'Soft Parade' or 'When The Music's Over' on it?
Well, I certainly do. While I find it easy to get into the band's 'creepy'
masterpieces and am perfectly able to identify with their atmosphere at
any given moment, the main thing I respect about my Doors is the immaculate
quality of songwriting, arranging and performing. And if you judge Morrison
Hotel from that aspect (and you should), you'll find that the songwriting
has actually improved since the last two albums: in fact, since the band
had slowed it down a bit after Morrison's self-exposion bust, the drug
excesses and self-killing craze were slowly on their way out, and the band
took the time to rethink their musical philosophy. The result was - back
to the roots. This and the next record are quite in the roots rock vein
- actually, blues-rock, with elements of country, folk and funk thrown
in for good measure. But that's all right by me, as long as most of these
songs are still distinctive, and, whatever one might say, they still reek
of the Doors. Not as gloomy, no, and nowhere near as hard-hitting as Strange
Days, but every bit as melodic and with a more well-rounded, full-fledged
production. Most important, the Doors showed the world they weren't stagnating
- on the contrary, Morrison Hotel diversifies their formula as much
as possible.
Many of the numbers sport a bluesy atmosphere, but only two are really
'blues' at its most straightforward. 'Roadhouse Blues' is my favourite
- a fascinating, gripping song with possibly the most powerful intro on
a Doors record. The gruff, heavy riff that ushers in the song is unforgettable,
plodding along like a mastodont, and after it's been consecutively augmented
by drums, pianos and harmonicas, the groove is in: every bit as fascinating
of an approach to blues as was demonstrated a year and a half before by
Led Zeppelin. The song also features a terrific lead workout by Robbie;
'boring blues jam', some might say, but I find the atmosphere enthralling.
This is, without a doubt, best proof to the fact that the Doors could rip
out a hard rock tune better than just about any American band at that point.
The rip-roar of 'Roadhouse Blues' is counterpointed by a slow, quiet blues
- 'The Spy', which has always held a very distinct place in my heart. Blues,
yes, but dark, captivating blues, with an outro that's gonna send you into
heavy nightmares. How can one be left without any reaction after that terrifically
slow pace with huge pauses, during which Jim is quietly chanting: 'I'm
a spy........ I can see....... what you do....... and I know'. Know what?
Spooky...
There's some pure disposable rock'n'roll, too: 'You Make Me Real' shows
The Doors were no slouches and could handle a good fast rocker if necessary.
The song may not evoke a particularly interesting atmosphere, but I've
always been a fan of the opening piano/guitar riff - gee, say what you
will, it's catchy as hell. And then again, maybe I've always wished for
the Doors to pen a simplistic dance-style number. Well, here you are. Sure,
the song never fits their style (after all, the Doors never used to back
up Elvis, now did they?), but they make everything to make it work, and
for me, it works, if I'm not in the mood for 'When The Music's Over'. Another
bouncy, upbeat song is 'Peace Frog' - the one that sounds like a cross
between a funk and a country tune, with a great wah-wah guitarline sounding
exactly like a frog croaking: CROAAAAAK-CROAK-croak-croak-croak-croak-croak
croak-croak-CROAAAAAK-CROAK-croak... Oh, I know a wah-wah is normally expected
to sound like a frog, but this here wah-wah is practically unidstinguishable
from a real toad... I'm serious. What's most fascinating about it, though,
is the way the gory, chaotic lyrics about blood in the streets of the town
of New Haven, etc., contrast with the cheerful jazz/funk/country melody
of the song. Definitely, this is one more highlight of the record, with
Robbie displaying some magnificent guitar chops disclosing his jazz roots.
I don't really know what people tend to have against 'Maggie M'gill'. I
find the main riff to the song and its interaction with the other instruments
a great melodic invention. The song's got a pounding, destructive beat;
a menacing, throbbing bassline; and that riff. It's not just catchy - it's...
it's kinda unique. It's short and minimalistic, but the way Robbie
manages to diversify it along the way, constantly changing the chords and
sometimes playing tiny variations on it, is something I have very rarely
experienced on a rock record, unless you're talking Pete Townshend of course.
The song itself starts like an old grim folk tale - 'There's Maggie M'gill,
she lived on a hill, her daddy got drunk and left her no will...', but
after a while we suddenly turn to different matters and hear: 'I've been
singing the blues ever since the world began...' (now that I can
believe!) While the melody is quite memorable, it's the mood that the song
induces makes me a total fan: tired, gray and completely lifeless. In another
situation, this would have been a defect, but I suppose that's exactly
the thing the band wanted to express: their tiredness, loss of interest
in the world and seclusion in the old traditions. The fading out of the
tune, together with Jim's lazy chanting of 'Maggie Maggie... Maggie Magill...
roll oh roll on... Maggie Magill... Maggie... Maggie... roll oh roll...
roll oh roll on... Maggie Magill...' counts as my second favourite ending
of a Doors' album, right after the powerful climax of 'When The Music's
Over' on Strange Days. Don't laugh, just listen.
Finally, one more highlight on the album is 'Waiting For The Sun' (strange
enough, this song never made it to the Waiting For The Sun album)
with alternating heavy riffage and gentle synthesizer-driven lyrics. It's
the closest thing to a 'standard Doors tune' on the album - fair enough,
as it's an outtake - so people like this one most of all. Deservedly so;
the contrast between Jim's quiet, melancholic singing, and the grungy distorted
riff that introduces the chorus is striking.
A lot of people seem to like 'Queen Of The Highway', too, but I think its
kinda boring - a rather strange and out-of-place anthem to... to... bikers,
it seems? Could be, as well as to the American public in general - 'American
boys/American girls/Most beautiful people/In the world'. People of the
US of A, aren't you flattered? Well, congratulations, but the song's never
been a favourite of mine. It's good though, and definitely nowhere near
as boring as the real stinker of this record - 'Indian Summer'; it reminds
me of all these low-grade pop ballads on Waiting For The Sun, but
it's actually worse, as the melody is so diluted and deadly sleepy you'd
think you were listening to a bad ambient tune.
I haven't listed all the songs on here ('Land Ho!' is one more minor highlight,
and 'Ship Of Fools' is a throwaway - but I'm too tired to discuss these),
but in any case, I think I have stated my point: I understand that the
change of direction from 'terror-pop' to blues-rock could be, and still
can be, a shock to hardcore fans, but anyone whose musical horizons extend
far beyond 'goth' will be able to appreciate the stylings of Morrison
Hotel. Blues-rock is great when it has an edge; and the Doors always
had an edge. Of course, while old Lizard King was still alive.
You make me real when you mail your ideas
Your worthy comments:
Fredrik Tydal <f_tydal@hotmail.com> (16.06.2000)
To me, this is a really uneven album. One half of it is outstanding, the other half is passable at best. True, "Roadhouse Blues" is one of all-time greatest Doors songs - but tracks like "Ship Of Fools" and "Land Ho!" come across as really clumsy. And I won't even mention stinkers like "Blue Sunday" and "Indian Summer". So maybe "You Make Me Real" is a decent rocker, but then again The Doors were at their most uninteresting when they did straight-up rock numbers (see "The Changeling"). But on to the good parts; "Waiting For The Sun" is classic Doors style and "Peace Frog" is a funky little hidden gem. I also like "Queen Of The Highway", it has some kind of magic - if not one of the best melodies on the album. "Maggie M'Gill" works well as the album closer, probably one of the best blues emulations The Doors did. It's a good, but flawed album. I wouldn't go as far as a 9, maybe 7.5 or 8. But it sure is a welcome change of direction and musicianship after The Soft Parade.
Year Of Release: 1971
Record rating = 9
Overall rating = 13
A hardcore blues album - at last. Very mature and with a hu-u-uge
identity, too.
Best song: RIDERS ON THE STORM
If Strange Days was the Doors' 'Magical Album' and Waiting
For The Sun was their 'Pop Album', then this one is certainly their
'Blues Album'. The number of generic blues tracks - and I mean generic,
with a standard three-line-verse blues pattern, not "blues variations"
a la 'Maggie May' or 'The Spy' - astonishes: it's three (let
me remind you that on the previous albums even one was already a lot),
and most of the other tracks have a certain bluesy feel to them as well.
The seeds sown on Morrison Hotel have obviously sprouted, and the
Doors decided to temporarily reinvent themselves as a strict blues band.
Still, all of these three numbers are splendidly performed, in a way that
only the Doors could manage - after all, their take on the blues had always
been absolutely unlike anybody else's; I personally would take one Doors'
blues number over the entire Fleetwood Mac catalog of 1968. 'Been Down
So Long' features breathtaking double-tracked guitar solos over a beat
that's frighteningly simplistic, but leaves an unforgettable imprint in
one's memory, not to mention a particularly impressive vocal delivery by
Jim who gives it his all, like he used to do four years earlier on 'Back
Door Man'. The way he roars out 'well I've been down so goddamn long that
it looks like up to me' is deeply personal, and somehow one begins to feel
that at this point Jim had really suffered long enough to earn the right
to sound completely authentic in his newly-found role of an old bluesman
('I've been singing the blues ever since the world began...'). On 'Cars
Hiss By My Window' the band, however, employs a different approach: the
song just kinda drags on, slowly, moodily and quietly, with a very humble
and subdued guitar background, until suddenly we witness Jim wailing and
imitating a wah-wah guitar solo with his voice so splendidly that it's
hard to tell whether it's a human voice or a wah-wah (hey, I've even had
debates with my friends over that issue...). Out of all the three songs,
only 'Crawling King Snake' can be, to a certain extent, called a generic
bore: it seems to me that this old blues cover was included on the album
exclusively in order to have at least something to support Morrison's
fading necrophilian / chthonic mythological image. But the vocal delivery
is monotonous and pro forma, and the arrangement is nowhere near as menacing
as the one on 'Been Down So Long'. Still, even in its function of the weakest
number on the record, the song is pretty good.
Elsewhere, the "minor" numbers are surprisingly diverse, drawing
on most of the styles the Doors had exploited on their previous records
and succeeding almost all over the place. At least one number is an absolute
classic: the fast pop rocker 'Love Her Madly', with a stunning steady beat
and a driving electric piano part from Ray; Jim's lyrics, this time apparently
dedicated to lamenting an unshared love, are again as personal and hard-hitting
as can be, but the best moment for me is Robbie's minimalistic guitar solo
towards the end of the song - these brief note sequences as he emulates
Jim's vocal melody always bring tears to my eyes, and this is unquestionably
the second best moment on the whole album after Ray's electric piano solo
on 'Riders On The Storm'.
The 'mystic ravings' side is this time represented by 'The Wasp (Texas
Radio And The Big Beat)', an older outtake this time, already performed
several times live in concert; while it can't hope to rank alongside with
the album-closing epics of yore, it's still done with a lot of energy and
set to a good set of organ riffs, too. The 'soft balladeering' side is
represented by 'Hyacinth House' - Jim complaining about his loneliness,
but you know, 'tis nobody's fault but his, in any case, the song is quite
pleasant and moving and could have been a real highlight on Waiting
For The Sun, to be placed in the place of crap like 'Wintertime Love'.
The 'hey there let's rock the house down' side is represented by the opening
'Changeling', which is the album's second weakest track - with its repetitive
riff and pounding arena-rock beat it tries to emulate 'Roadhouse Blues'
but is nowhere near as epic or melodically successful; sure enough, you
can't help tapping your foot to it, but you regret this right after the
track's end. And, finally, the 'gloomy evil number' side is represented
by 'L'America' - a very strange song which in part sounds like the soundtrack
to some King's Quest, due to Manzarek's cavernous-sounding organ and Robbie
Krieger's 'evil sorcerer' guitar tone.
The two great 'epic' hits here, however, are the title track and 'Riders
On The Storm'. 'L. A. Woman' can be seen as the Doors' equivalent to the
Stones' 'Midnight Rambler' - an inventive, explorative kind of fast-paced
song that goes from a general cheerful mood to becoming downright creepy
in the middle and then climbs out into the light once again. If I understand
the accompanying video correctly, it seems to be about a serial killer
just like 'Midnight Rambler' was, only far better disguised, and with a
strange 'optimistic' ending.
But nothing in the entire Doors catalog ever chills me out as much as the
closing 'Riders On The Storm' - a song symbolic for the whole career of
The Doors. A song that functions excellently as a Morrison swan song and
his musical testament, and it's oh so wonderful that he left us with 'Riders'
as his testament and not, say, 'Five To One' or the pleasant, but - on
a larger scale - throwaway 'Maggie M'gill'. Its perfect arrangement - the
steady soft drumming, the sound of crashing waves, the modest organ humming
- only adds to the solemnity and humble grandeur of the whole experience;
and when Ray hits the keyboards for the quiet jazzy piano solo in the middle,
it seems the world is stopping for a couple of minutes. Pure magic: why
can't all those jazz masters actually play like this? Perhaps it's
'musically shallow' from a technical viewpoint, like John Alroy sez, but
it's totally emotionally devastating. It might be my favourite moment among
the whole Doors catalog.
Hate to say that, but perhaps Jim mounting a moonlight drive shortly after
the release of the album was only too good for the band - ending their
career on such a high note, at their peak. This certainly contributed a
lot to the band's legend (especially considering that nobody ever heard
about the two albums that the band released without Jim), and every rock
hero that dies shortly after recording a song like 'Riders On The Storm'
is bound to become a legend. One can only guess what the band's
next move with Jim could have been. Becoming a hardcore blues outfit? Sticking
to the same 'mix' formula? Going up? Going down? Let us not speculate,
anyway; just be sure to buy this excellent record, if only to honour the
memory of the old Lizard King.
Been down so long! Now it's time to get up and mail your ideas
Your worthy comments:
Glenn Wiener <glennjwiener@hotmail.com> (25.09.99)
Very solid effort with an emphasis on the blues. You are correct that 'Crawling King Snake' just drags after a while. However, I really like the tone shifts in 'L'America'. 'Hyacinth House' is a hidden gem with the organ embellishments. I tell you its a wonder that Ray Manzarek did not pursue a solo career as his keyboard playing is phenomenal. His vocal performance on Absolutely Live's 'Close To You' is quite good(although not on Jim's level). I met him at a book signing in New York City and he seemed pretty happy although still a bit trippy. Anyway, this is a great recording and yes 'Riders On The Storm' is one excellent song.
Fredrik Tydal <f_tydal@hotmail.com> (23.01.2000)
Now this album's a pleasant surprise. To be, this is The Doors next best effort, after the debut album. I like the blues emulations, even "Crawling King Snake". Jim is in pretty good shape here, though his voice is a bit ragged in some places. But I must say his vocal work at the end of "Cars Hiss By My Window" is impressive. I also have to say that Robby Krieger has really matured as a guitar player by this record. I have never been impressed by his work on the first two records, but here he really shines. The title track is a thrilling musical ride, which takes off in all kinds of directions. Takes time to get into, though. The only weak track here is the opening "The Changeling". The best is saved for last, however. Possibly The Doors' best song, symbolically the final Doors song of the final original Doors album; "Riders On The Storm". This is a quiet, modest, understated epic. The arrangement is perfect, with moody sound effects, good vocals, skillful rhythm section and most importantly; Ray Manzarek's humble electric piano solo. A truly suitful end to The Doors career. Even if the album is slightly over-shadowed by the closing master-piece, L.A. Woman is really a hidden gem.
Year Of Release: 1971
Record rating = 5
Overall rating = 9
Not as bad as you're told, but still, they're dead as a duck without
Jim.
Best song: I'M HORNY, I'M STONED
You gotta forgive them. After all, what were they to do? Everybody needs
money, and everybody needs fame, and after all, it ain't true that Manzarek,
Krieger and Densmore were nothing but Jim's backing band. Jim was responsible
for the band's image and the lyrics and, well, parts of the melodies.
But the band's musical core were Ray and Robbie, after all, and,
seeing as to how much I really enjoyed Ray's moody keyboards and Robbie's
menacing guitar tone, I decided to give this one a try when I saw a copy
- anyway, in a few years this album will probably only be found in the
biggest music archives and nowhere else. And, well, my opinion is somewhat
mixed. Probably, if I hadn't heard all the negative reviews of this album
and hadn't been told by everybody that I should stay away from this album
like from a poisonous viper, I would have reacted likewise. But my expectations
were initially set as low as possible, and thus the record did not really
disappoint me. Of course, anybody expecting something on one caliber with
Morrison Doors need not bother. This is music without any edge to it -
it isn't dark or moody, it isn't apocalyptic, and none of the songs grab
you by the throat like ol' Jim could. Moreover, there aren't really any
memorable original melodies here - the album leads us further into the
direction that they'd begun to take on L. A. Woman: roots rock &
blues, that is. That's all very well, but we don't love our Doors for these
things, now do we?
But, on the positive side, none of these melodies strike me as being
offensive. The playing is still very much Doors-ish: Densmore thumps and
stumps as usual, Ray still can play a mean organ, and Robbie's guitar lines
are still intriguing, especially on 'In The Eye Of The Sun' and 'I'm Horny,
I'm Stoned'. Their voices can't hope to bring memories of Jim, of course,
but they aren't bad singers by any means, just not so powerful or expressive;
and while we're at it, Ray's aggressive roar is at times very similar to
Jim's, so with a little bit of strained effort you might even disregard
the difference. And, well, some of the album is just fun. The fact
that it was released half a year later than Woman does not mean
that the band members were going to get rid of the memories of Morrison
as quick as possible; this only means that the album is largely based on
outtakes from the previous one, and maybe if some of this material were
sung by Jim, we'd come to appreciate it as much as the regular stuff.
The rave-up opener, 'In The Eye Of The Sun', for one, is a blues tune that
sounds as if it was inherited directly from the blues tunes on Woman,
and it's a good one, even if the melody is far less original than the one
on 'The Changeling'. But it's still constructed pretty well, and that precious
"Doors sound" is here all right, because I don't feel bored while
listening to it. And the atmospheric epic 'Ships W/Sails' is a painful
try to recreate something melancholic and plaintive, a try that almost
works, in fact. The only complaint is that it could have been produced
better: the actual melody sounds very much like a corny take on some country
shuffle and completely misses the 'mystery' vibe that's so crucial for
the Doors. Put on some echo and some ominous-sounding guitars, eliminate
the double-tracked vocals and voila - a minor classic is ready. No 'Riders
On The Storm', of course (which the song tries occasionally to emulate,
especially in the instrumental part), but I guess that goes without saying.
The other stuff, however, mostly hints at the period where the band were
going to release a 'music anthology' album. There are some strange excourses
into country ('Variety Is The Spice Of Life'), bebop ('I'm Horny I'm Stoned')
and R'n'B ('Tightrope Ride') that don't sound Doors-ish at all. Not bad,
though, and 'I'm Horny I'm Stoned', with its self-deprecating lyrics and
funny guitar riff, is actually the best track on the album, like it or
not. The only thing is not to pay attention to the lyrics: disregard them
completely, please. One look at the lyrics sheet to 'Variety Is The Spice
Of Life' will be enough for you to grow a bias the size of a belltower.
There are occasional serious complaints, of course - 'Down On The Farm',
for instance, is made out of two completely different parts that hardly
can be joined together (moody minor atmospheric ballad + upbeat country
march? You tell me!); and the record finishes on a rather low note (the
dissonant, erratic 'Hang On To Your Life' that's probably destined to serve
as a substitute for the usual Morrison album-closing epic, but goes absolutely
nowhere with all its multi-part gimmickry). But that certainly doesn't
mean that you can't force yourself to like it. You can, if you give it
a try.
Only thing is, what for? The uniqueness and the freshness are gone together
with Jim. Fans of Ray and Robbie will certainly get something out of this,
but casual Doors fans, worry not. On the other hand, if you're that kind
of Doors fan who respects them for being a good "roots-rock"
band and has no inner respect for the inner world of Morrison, Other
Voices might turn out to be a pleasant surprise.
Variety is the spice of life, so mail me some ideas
Your worthy comments:
<MSDK84@email.msn.com> (27.11.2000)
Jim told the band once that he wanted to carry on without them as an instrumental trio.
Year Of Release: 1972
Record rating = 5
Overall rating = 9
A little more dark-sounding, and still has some hooks, but the bad
stuff is really bad.
Best song: THE PIANO BIRD
Again, underrated, but for some good reason. The critics that tended
to look with condescendence on Other Voices suddenly decided to
massacre the Jimless band's second effort - it sold miserably, got basically
no positive reviews at all, and prompted Manzarek to abandon ship, which,
of course, led to the band's final disappearance. Indeed, this second and
last Morrison-less album caught the boys in a 'transition' phase that they
just could not survive.
On one hand, there's a strong tendency to 'popularize' the sound, carried
over from Other Voices: most of the songs are rather light and poppy.
However, where the light and poppy songs of Other Voices were at
least fun and displayed some limited creativity (read: decent original
melodies), these numbers are usually just stupid. The rockers all follow
the same simplistic pattern and end up all being based on the same melody
that was moreover already present on 'In The Eye Of The Sun'. The opening
'Get Up And Dance', for instance, has the most un-Doorsish, banal, jazz-pop
sound that could be expected from a half-professional lounge jazz band,
much worse than 'Tell All The People', in fact. Jim must have rolled over
in his grave on hearing that stuff. And Krieger's 'Hardwood Floor' begins
as a lame take on 'Proud Mary' and ends as a carbon copy of 'Get Up And
Dance'.
Even more horrid, though, is their decision to have a take on 'Good Rockin'
Tonight': a song that has as much to do with the Doors' image as a Rembrandt
painting has to do with a Picasso. It isn't sloppy or anything, but just
to hear 'Good Rockin' Tonight' with Manzarek playing his usual keyboard
style and trying to imitate Jerry Lee Lewis... an 'unforgettable' feeling
indeed. I far preferred Manzarek's take on all those blues numbers, such
as 'Close To You' on Absolutely Live, because, well, blues is blues,
and good old time rockabilly is good old time rockabilly: leave the latter
to CCR and concentrate on the former. And the other 'rocker', the overlong
'Peking King And The New York Queen' that closes the album, shows that
by now the guys couldn't handle even a self-penned decent fast song. It's
oh so painful for me to realize that by that time Krieger was wasting that
magnificent guitar tone of his on such senseless trivialities.
The other tendency is quite the contrary: to return to their 'dark' image
and conjure a few old tricks that would remind fans of what really was
the music base behind Jim's overshadowing image. This leads to a couple
interesting, if not very solid, songs like '4 Billion Souls' and the ominous,
wah-wah-driven 'Verdilac' that have their hooks firmly in place and could
have been hits in the hands of Jim; as it is, the lack of a forceful vocalist
really cuts 'em all down, however good they might play. That said, the
'don't you see that we could be the first in history' bit is exceptionally
moody, if not really in a Doorsish way: it reminds me far more of some
late Sixties psychedelic Britpop a la Pretty Things, as there's
basically no menace at all in the song. This is, in fact, the boys' main
flaw: however dark or disturbing they try to make their songs, they always
lack Jim's authenticity and end up sounding rather novel as a result. I
mean, I do get my kicks out of 'Verdilac', but it's just a wah-wah driven
catchy rocker to me, with a lengthy brass solo. I just don't notice all
that atmosphere.
The record's high points, however, occur when they try to join both of
these tendencies, especially on 'The Mosquito' - a song that begins as
a silly Latin-influenced throwaway ('no me moleste mosquito...') and ends
in a superb guitar jam with Krieger at his very, very best and gloomiest.
I mean, we got the first part that's stupid but catchy and the second part
that's unmemorable but solid, so the song as a whole is okay. The 'best-of'
vote, however, goes to the oh so pretty ballad 'The Piano Bird' sung by
Ray in a Jim-emulation tone; again, it mostly suffers from the lack of
a good vocalist, because the melody is near magnificent and displays a
strange tenderness and 'lone romanticism' that's mostly missing on here.
What I just want to say is that, all odds given, the boys were really anything
but spent creatively - contrary to the usual opinion, the musical skeleton
of the Doors is still here. If only Jim had still been sticking around
at the time to add his unique touch of atmosphere, magic and 'lethal energy',
at least half of these songs could have easily made it onto L. A. Woman
Vol. 2 if graced with his voice. Yeah, I said that the rockers are
bad, but imagine 'You Make Me Real' sung by Krieger and that'll sure make
you turn away from it (if you haven't already, of course). The problem
is that the band was doomed anyway after Jim's death - whatever they would
try to do, hell, even if they'd found a new vocalist ten times as strong
or as 'specifically charming' as Jim, they'd still be bound to live and
record in his shadow. Which would be unbearable, of course. Good thing
for them they understood it and disbanded themselves before they'd lost
the last shreds of the band's reputation.
Get up and dance and mail me some ideas
Year Of Release: 1978
Record rating = 3
Overall rating = 7
A Dead Man's Album. A cash-in, but some may like it.
Best song: ROADHOUSE BLUES
Not really a Doors album, strictly speaking. This is "Jim Morrison,
music by the Doors" - 'nuff said. Seven years after the Shaman was
dead, the rest of them decided to collect some of his recorded poetry,
stick it to music and release as a.. hmm... artistical exercise. If you
like poetry and don't mind music, you'll probably like it. I don't. I guess
the lyrics are good, but the lack of good music makes this totally un-Doorslike,
while the presence of several strange disco backing tracks makes this even
worse ('Ghost Song' in particular).
OK, maybe if taken as a pure poetry record, it would score a lot more.
But I review music albums, and as a music album it gets a 3 only because
of a wisely included superb live version of 'Roadhouse Blues' with Jim
teasing the crowd as only he could. However, this is the only exception.
The guys probably needed some cash. Or maybe they thought they were doing
their good old pal a favor? Er... guess not. Their good old pal probably
rolled over in his grave.
Ghost song? Whose ghost? Mail your ideas
Your worthy comments:
Nick Karn <glassmoondt@yahoo.com> (18.10.99)
I had the misfortune of hearing a few minutes of this album, with the pointless disco backing to a reading of Jim's "poetry". I'm somewhat of a poetry fan, but I just cannot accept Morrison's as anything great. Don't get me wrong, he was a great singer and frontman, and this would work fine in the context of actual Doors songs, as their songs had great melody and musicianship, but without their backing it just doesn't cut it. I came to this conclusion after reading through a poetry book of his that I have, and it seems to be like rambling thoughts that do not connect with each other at all, with no purpose or meaning whatsoever - to me at least. It just seems to me that anyone with a halfway interesting and creative mind could have written most of this crap without too much thought. That's just my opinion, but then a lot of people see it as genius, so don't listen to me.
Year Of Release: 1999
Record rating = 8
Overall rating = 12
Superb collection of - well - essential rarities, including a few
really really huge surprises.
Best song: gee, hard to tell...
In 1997 Elektra finally released the Doors' Boxset - a 3-CD collection
of previously unreleased demos, outtakes and live recordings, plus a fourth
CD of so-called 'band favourites'. I doubt that I'll ever get around to
buying this stuff, though, considering (a) its price, (b) the fact that
I STRONGLY resent the standard boxset policy which is primarily oriented
on getting more money out of the client, (c) the fact that I have this
here CD.
So what exactly is this? Well, see, as if the Boxset wasn't enough,
two years later Elektra released the complete Doors' studio recordings
- namely, all the regular six studio albums - in another boxset;
this one was enlarged by a 'bonus' seventh CD named... yup, you guessed
it - Essential Rarities. For the most part, it consisted of selections
from the first, main Boxset, plus one 'bonus' track that was apparently
destined to get the diehard collectors to rush out and buy the entire second
boxset for just one song. Man, you gotta admire these record companies
and their astuteness...
The best thing about it - heh heh heh - is that in Russia this boxset got
unboxed, and I easily got this Essential Rarities CD without
having to buy the others. Now I know it might be a bit unethical to review
just this one part of the second boxset when it's standardly not available
separately, but, as far as I know, there are plans of a real worldwide
official release of this CD as an independent record. And they better do
that and do that fast, and when they do that, be sure to scoop it up immediately:
this stuff is truly essential to all Doors' collectors, but it has lots
of goodies for the average listener as well.
The live numbers are all swell - at the worst, of Absolutely Live
quality, at the best, well, better than that. Thus, their 1970 Isle of
Wight performance is usually not considered a big deal; but the way they
do 'Break On Through' is absolutely fascinating, with a prolonged, attention-gripping
intro and Robbie giving it his all on the guitar, extending the solo section
to a climactic high. Likewise, the 1970 Madison Square Garden numbers blow
the lid off the pot: 'Roadhouse Blues' displays Jim at his most ferocious,
and 'The End', with certain ad-libbed lyrics and a re-working of the famous
Oedipus complex episode, manages to be just as biting, but much more rocking
and intense than the regular studio version.
And - of all things - you'd never understand why they bothered to include
such a weird number as 'I Will Never Be Untrue', from Hollywood 1970. What
the hell: it's a regular doo-wop number, with Jim apparently singing
tongue-in-cheek but trying not to show... perhaps this was a regular 'audience-bugging'
technique at the time. It doesn't work as well within the context of a
rarities' collection, though, as it probably could in an entire live setting;
but on a certain level of perception, it's quite hilarious. To top it off,
there's a live TV performance of 'The Soft Parade' (by the way, you can
also see it on the Soft Parade video), but I'm not head over heels
in love with this version: I suppose that this is a song completely unsuitable
for live performance, if only for the fact that it's impossible to recreate
all the masterful overdubs of this song with only one Jim hanging around
with the mike. He does his best, though, and must be given his due.
The demos on here are also quite fascinating. A couple of them date to
the earliest days of the band's existence - 'Moonlight Drive' and 'Hello
I Love You', as can be deduced from the dates, were written as early as
1965, and these demos don't even feature any Robby Krieger, yet. Instead,
both are mostly piano-based, plus somebody contributes harmonica, and Jim
is not the only person singing - on 'Hello I Love You' it seems like the
whole band contributes harmonies. The funny thing is that neither of the
two has that fabulous 'Doors spirit' in it: the structure and melodies
are more or less the same, but they just sound like a bunch of naive American
kids desperately trying to create a commercial pop hit. Nevertheless, even
without the atmospheres, it's fully possible to enjoy the songs - proof
that, whatever one might say, the band's strength lied primarily
in solid, talented melodies. Later demos include a nice, touching acoustic-and-bongos
(??) rendition of 'Hyacinth House' and a weird, slow, jazzy version of
'Queen Of The Highway' with a very long instrumental jazz passage towards
the end.
Finally, the previously unheard songs are also groovy - to quote a few,
there's a magnificent mystical tale entitled 'Whiskey, Mystics And Men'
which is all that the failed shamanistic experiment 'My Wild Love' wanted
to be but failed - this here song has better lyrics, an existent melody
and exactly the same 'shamanistic' feel at one time. 'Orange County Suite'
is an exercise in desperate, bleeding pessimism; and 'Woman Is A Devil',
unavailable anywhere but on this CD, is a spooky blues number that's probably
the best place to start if you ever dreamed of accusing Jim of Satanism.
Aw shucks, perhaps you'd better just go and buy the Boxset instead;
I have not the least doubt that three CD's worth of such material is certainly
three times as worthwhile as one CD. As it turns out, the Doors are indeed
one band whose unreleased material is well worth digging out: there are
still quite a few fascinating secrets about this 'legendary' band that
are not known to the general Doors' lovers, and I'm glad I managed to sneak
a little peek on 'em with Essential Rarities.
Who scared you? Why don't you mail your ideas?
Year Of Release: 1985
A collection of promotional videos, live performances and specially mixed spooky footage, all produced by the remaining Doors. Some of it is great (the videos for 'Break On Through', 'People Are Strange'; live cuts of 'Texas Radio/Love Me Two Times', 'Light My Fire', 'Touch Me'), some of it is unbearable (the gory video of 'Unknown Soldier', the overlong, boring to the extreme video of 'L. A. Woman', the American Prayer-related poetical links), but generally interesting. I would even recommend this video to non-hardcore fans, but that's just me. Listen to your own subconscious.
Year Of Release: 1991
Yet another collection of videos, this time centered around a TV show which was all that remained for Jim after his obscenity bust. Features some interesting interviews and backstage footage, but overall much less fascinating than Light My Fire. Also, the band is not in a very good form, and 'The Soft Parade' is a poor choice for a live cut. Features a grown-up bearded Jim looking a thousand times more serious than ever and giving out lectures on shamanism. My favourite scene is a younger, clean-shaven Jim pounding on a piano (which he couldn't play, by the way, as well as any other instrument) and singing his 'Ode to Friedrich Nietzsche'. Impressive!
Year Of Release: 1987
There's actually an album with this concert, and I'm looking for it, so I'll just save my time here and will not discuss neither the setlist nor the shape the band is in. What I'll just say is that this is the only existent video with a complete concert, so if you're lusting after something like that, grab it. It has its defects, but not much. The camerawork is good, and it's really worthwhile to watch Jim live: sometimes it's plain intoxicating. Bye for now.