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THE WHO

"I said a young man ain't got nothing in the world these days"

General Rating: 5

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Introduction

If the Beatles win gold in the Rock And Roll Race and the Stones get the silver, then the bronze should unquestionably be sent to the Who. A lot of people would disagree, and the reasons are obvious. Except for a brief shining moment at the very tail end of the Sixties (1969-1970, actually), they were almost always overshadowed by greater successes. The Beatles in the early sixties, Hendrix and Cream in the mid-sixties, the 'comeback' Stones and Led Zeppelin in the early seventies and punk in the late seventies - all of these things threatened to kill off the group. But they haven't, and even if some of their stuff was highly criticized back then, it is becoming more and more revered nowadays.
What makes the Who such an outstanding band? Well, for one thing, they were probably the only band, with the Beatles coming close, with four distinct and extraordinary personalities. Every member of the group is a living (or dead) legend: every member was astonishingly professional; every member had his special features, ways, humour, everything that makes up an individual celebrity. Everyone had his own role and place on the scene. On the other hand, somehow these four distinct and very dissimilar personalities managed to gel together in such a perfect way that one can only wonder how could it all happen. The stage was their forte, and when you got the windmills and mad leaps of Townshend, the fringes and microphone-swirling of Daltrey, the furious drum assaults of Moon, and the intoxicating faster-than-lightning dark bass of Entwistle together, rock heaven was just a step away. But in the studio the stormy waves suddenly, as if by magic, transformed themselves into clear, emotional and beautiful melodies, and the band was a new one - just like the Stones, Cream and several other superacts of the Sixties.
What makes the Who such an unknown band (at least in some places - like Russia, for instance, where it's almost impossible to find a person who wouldn't answer 'Who?' to the corresponding question)? Two factors, I think. One is that their famous stage performances are often regarded as pure chaotic noise. This is nonsense. The noise is nothing but a frame to some great music; moreover, it never spoils the music itself but rather adds a different dimension to it. Listen closely to Live At Leeds and you'll see the guys practically never descended into pure dissonant musical chaos - they managed to control it and direct it rather than just let it away. The other factor is that the Who were never commercial. Pete Townshend often disregarded fashion and recorded whatever he wanted - not the fans. Still, this turned out to be good in the end. Where are those fashion-concerned groupies of the 70's-80's now? Forgotten and stinking. Where are The Who? High on the pedestal, and I believe their major importance for rock music in general is still underrated - on a large scale.
OK, that's enough. Let's continue discussing the problem by turning to the lineup now.
Pete Townshend - guitar, occasional lead vocals. The only creative genius in the band - unluckily; one could only imagine the full potential of the band if it had one more songwriter of the same caliber. Nevertheless, Pete's songwriting genius is a fact, and in my personal ratings he occupies the fourth place - immediately after Lennon, McCartney, Richards and right before Jagger and Dylan. Not only is he one of the world's most renowned Riffmeisters, along with Keith, but he's also a skilled and expert lyricist: the themes he covered in his early period were something few bands ever dared to venture out to cover, and over the years he's developed a potential for writing thoughtful and profound poetry that ranks right up there with the best poets of the prog rock generation. Over the years he's created tons of hits and even more tons of lesser known but not less astonishing songs. Of course, most people only know him as that insane guitar-crasher and windmill-maker he was on the stage. But believe me, that's only part of the story, and definitely not the most important. Great voice, too: the Who would have never been all that impressive without Roger's lionish roar, but when Pete took the microphone, it was always obvious that he was much more skilled a vocalist than Roger, just less powerful. Listen to any of the Who's softer ballads and you'll see what I mean.
Roger Daltrey - lead vocals. Creatively Roger was a complete dork; his few contributions to the Who catalogue should be shoved up his throat ('See My Way', anybody?). But the voice was just what was required by the 'Who sound': mighty, rip-roaring, rich and strong. Again, in my opinion, one of the best vocalists of all time. I'll admit, though, that most of the time he wins you over simply by the sheer crrrunch of his vocal chords: his vocal range is quite short, and he could never master neither the really low nor the really high notes. But man oh man, that crunch...
John Entwistle - bass guitar. Now here I'll take a gamble and proclaim that undoubtedly, John is the best bass player on this planet of ours. Never seen or heard anybody play even close to him. His playing has even improved over the years: check out 'Sparks' on Join Together and you're guaranteed to be blown away. Needless to say, he's hugely responsible for completely revolutionizing the sound and the functions of the bass guitar in rock, and quite often it's enough to listen to a Who song just because of the basswork which will in most cases blow you away. He's also written some great songs for the band ('Boris The Spider' and 'My Wife', in particular, rank up there among the greatest Who classics); unfortunately, his subject range is somewhat limited (he always preferred to stick to dark humour), and his songwriting talents have disappeared completely by the beginning of the Eighties. And let us not forget of his vocals: while his 'normal' voice ain't really that attractive, he had the best range in the business, and could with absolutely equal skill pull off both the diabolic low grunt in 'Summertime Blues' and the angelic high falsetto in 'A Quick One'.
Keith Moon - drums. The 'dead legend': I needn't tell you about everything he's done in his not very long life. I just want to remind you that he was a totally unique player (has anybody bothered to check the number of times I spelt 'unique' in this intro paragraph?), combining totally insane drum-bashing with brilliant musical sense and intuition. He was also the 'funny one' of the band. Died in 1978 because of a drug overdose, replaced by Kenney Jones - ex-Faces drummer: steady and self-assured, but nothing like the former one.
PS. One further note. If you're new to the Who and haven't had the chance to get any of their records yet, I'd strongly advise you to actively search for the new, re-released versions and avoid the old ones which are, strange enough, still widely available. Most of them feature bonus tracks (A Quick One, The Who Sell Out, Who's Next and Odds And Sods are especially valuable in that aspect), and the liner notes are usually quite informative, too. And - if you manage to get enough of them, you can easily avoid the stupid 30 Years Of Maximum R'n'B boxset with its previously unreleased material: most of it gets stuck on the re-releases. In fact, my golden rule is - never buy stupid boxsets if they don't consist entirely of previously unavailable material. It's just a run for your money. And I could care less that it's been called one of the best boxsets ever; as a work of art, perhaps, but does it really have any practical use? Nadah.

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Year Of Release: 1965
Record rating = 8
Overall rating = 13

The first (and the best) punk album. Not quite like it became later, but furious and funny...
Best song: MY GENERATION

The brilliant debut. This was the very first punk album, in fact: the level of energy, fury and excitement is at an all-time high. (The big difference, of course, is that it's far better than any punk album in existence - just because of the impressive stylistic diversity and the band's superior playing chops; and yes, I do count Bollocks and The Clash out just as well as everything else. Now go ahead and sue me). Nobody could play like that in 1965, not even the Stones and certainly not the Kinks, those little dudes that had the fortune to pioneer hard rock but didn't quite know what to do with it next. Pete Townshend did know, however. He was still a beginning songwriter at that stage, so he leaves space for two James Brown covers ('I Don't Mind' and 'Please Please Please'), but even so, there are ten originals here (just for reference: The Beatles' debut had only eight, and The Stones' debut only one), and most of them are... how do you say it... highly recommendable.
Unfortunately, there is one problem. And that problem seems to be singer Roger Daltrey. Everybody now knows him as the kind of louder-than-hell bombastic singer rising to epic heights on Townshend's rock operas, but, unbelievable as it may seem, back then in 1965 he was just a whiny little chap who could make a good use of his fists but little use of his vocal chords. Apparently he realized that himself, so on the James Brown covers he tried to overdo himself - in such an annoyingly fake manner that both of them are made almost unlistenable. A pity - they could have been good. But when I hear that 'please... pleeeease... pleaaase' scream, it makes me shiver and fidget my feet and wish I were somewhere else. And for a good cover version of 'I Don't Mind', please check out the contemporary version of the Moody Blues, where they don't try to imitate every single James Brown howl in existence and don't fall flat on their face.
OK, screw James Brown. Like I said, the originals are terrific. Everybody knows the great mod anthem 'My Generation' which has become a badge for the band. A stone 'round the neck, too - imagine Pete Townshend singing 'hope I die before I get old' now. Funny, though - I remember reading a recent interview with a 50-year old Pete which he concluded with the statement 'And I still hope I die before I get old'. A good remark, and a clever solution for the problem; however, it's absolutely obvious that back in 1965 these words were, and could only be, understood in their literal sense.
However, not everybody knows the equally great mod anthem 'The Kids Are Alright', for instance. It borrows a little charm from the Beatles, and the vocal harmonies are purely Beatlesque; however, the grungey guitars and that short chaotic solo in the middle are anything but the Beatles. The two songs, taken in their entirety, more or less constitute a brief encyclopaedia of the Mods' entire life: going out to a reckless, desperate party-party and not even minding if another guy has taken over your girl. Dated? Who gives a damn? The music doesn't have anything to do with the Mods, in any case.
And that's just the beginning. Other distinct highlights include the unbelievably catchy divorce anthem 'A Legal Matter' which borrows a little melody from the Stones ('The Last Time'), although the cute little riff that introduces it and is probably the best part of it, is completely original. Pete takes Lead Whiney Vocals on that one, and at least at that point he's clearly able to outsing Roger, by simply paying more attention to staying in tune. The pop originals 'La La La Lies' and 'Much Too Much' were probably envisaged as filler, and, in a certain sense, they are - but tasty, memorable filler at that, like the filler on any of the early Beatles records; and the dark moody piece 'The Good's Gone', too, is something they never ever tried to reproduce afterwards. I needn't mention that throughout the whole record one only has to get amazed at Entwistle's swooping basslines, Pete's feedback experiments and Keith's thrashing drums.
All these things reach a climax in the proto-punk instrumental 'The Ox' (did Entwistle get his nickname from here or was it vice versa? Who knows?) which is also embellished by Nicky Hopkins' vaudeville piano. Ha! Ha! Very funny! OK, it wasn't 'vaudeville', but I guess you know Nicky's style. The instrumental is destined to show the band at their most Rough and Gruff, and they succeed: John bashes out the lowest possible notes of his bass, Pete revels in feedback malevolence, and Keith plays the congos, or whatever he's playing, until he's ready to drop dead of exhaustion. For the record, this is probably the first chaotic, powerful hard-rock instrumental ever, and marks the new genre's definite arrival on the scene with a crash boom bang.
A little historical note, now: the album was produced by Shel Talmy (see my Kinks reviews to find out more 'bout the man) who was sacked right after the sessions (huh?), but somehow managed to retain control over this record. And a murky thing it is, too - this is the only record which nowadays isn't subject to remastering and adding of bonus tracks. Pity. Also, the title is that of the American release which came out in 1966, not 1965; the original was simply called My Generation, featured a different cover and a different track - the American release has 'Instant Party' (a good, although not brilliant feedbackful rocker with a nice use of brass originally used as the B-side for 'Substitute') instead of Bo Diddley's 'I'm A Man', featured on the British one (which I haven't even heard so far). I've retained the original release date for conceptual reasons, though.

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A QUICK ONE

Year Of Release: 1966
Record rating = 6
Overall rating = 11

Maybe it wasn't such a great idea to suggest Daltrey and Moon start writing songs...
Best song: BORIS THE SPIDER

A good chance wasted. This album came out at a period when the group was badly out of cash (too much guitar crashing can be bad for your finances), and the promoters advanced some of it to each member of the group so that he write his own songs. An idiotic move, since Townshend was the only prolific songwriter at the time. Well - half-idiotic: it pushed John Entwistle onto the steep path of song-writing and made him produce one of his greatest songs ever - "Boris The Spider", with humorous and goofy lyrics, a great bass line and spooky vocals - and "Whiskey Man", a track of somewhat lesser status, but still, its quiet and steady rhythm, the slightly blurred vocals, the Eastern-sounding horns and, once again, amusing lyrics do make it stand out.
Moon's contributions to the album are weaker. "I Need You" features some great drumming, with Keith ever expanding on his instruments and seemingly at the peak of his physical potential (he bashes the kit so hard it's a wonder the instruments actually stood this torture), but the melody is uninspired silly pop, the lyrics are dumb, sounding like an unexperienced psycho love ballad, and as for the vocals - well, he's no George Harrison. "Cobwebs And Strange" isn't a song at all - it's a silly circus show soundtrack, and once you've assumed that, you may actually enjoy it, especially if accompanied by video on The Kids Are Alright. Oh, and if you ever wanted to know what a Keith Moon drum solo would look like, you just need to check this out; the short solo drumbursts are not actually solos, but in a certain sense, they are, as in a couple of cases Keith is actually playing a melody with his drums, and I mean it - you can even hum it!
Meanwhile, Daltrey's only song here (by the way: he should have written two! Was the other one so horrid they even refused to put it on the album?) is "See My Way", and you probably shouldn't, it's that bad. Roger himself eagerly admitted he's no songwriter at all, and the entire Who catalog includes, like, two or three of his compositions, most of which I ain't never heard (hint: he never got further than an obscure B-side).
To make matters worse, even some of Townshend's own contributions are rather lame. The idea of the title track was suggested to Pete by his manager Kit Lambert after the band found out it was still too short on material, and without a doubt, 'A Quick One' is completely groundbreaking in that it was the first true rock opera ever written (in the very sense of the word: it's Townshend who's responsible for coining the expression 'rock opera' in this exact case). Over the course of its nine minutes, Pete and Roger and John tell us a hilarious story about an unfaithful wife who 'has a nap' with a bypassing engine driver, confesses her sins to the husband and is ultimately forgiven. The 'suite', 'opera', whatever, consists of several parts - some slower, some faster - that ensure it never gets too boring, and the rousing climax, with the band chanting 'you are forgi-i-ven', is the best place to look for the Who's much underrated vocal harmonies. Even so, these nine minutes are rather hard to endure even with the catchy and amusing lyrics and interesting links between different parts. Later on, the song would take on second life on stage, becoming a furious, exciting, powerful live number - but that's later.
As for the minor contributions, "Don't Look Away" has an interesting melody, but still - v-e-e-e-ry lightweight. It's kinda countryish, with moments of vocal greatness (listen to Roger pleading out the line 'I've always been true and I'm still loving you'), but somehow 'tain't the kind of thing I'd be expecting from Pete. Okay. "Run Run Run" is fast, furious, full of feedback and everything, but it's not a great song. Very good, but not great. The only great composition on the album is "So Sad About Us" - a beautiful mighty ballad with Pete bashing out the trademark power chords and Roger singing "la-la-la-la-la-la-la-la-la-la-la-la-la-la-la" as fast as he can. Can you?
Oh yeah, the best track here is arguably Martha and the Vandellas' "Heatwave" - the only cover on record: fast, great backing vocals, great lead vocals from Roger, but much too short. Less than two minutes, actually. Some people hate it, but I far prefer it to the original. Sue me now.
The newly-remastered CD version features ten more bonus tracks, some of which are just novelties (the closing medley, in which 'My Generation' suddenly transforms itself into 'Land Of Hope And Glory', although the way it sounds makes my heart ache; an acoustic version of 'Happy Jack' - for those who think that the original two-minute version is much too short, here's ample proof that it isn't), but some of which are very interesting ('Doctor Doctor' - great lyrics and singing from John, one of his best Sixties songs; "Bucket T" and "Barbara Ann" - amusing Beach Boys imitations; "I've Been Away" - another hilarious Entwistle song, country-western this time - you would never guess it could have anything to do with the Who, but it does!; "Disguises" - an interesting psychodelic experiment with Pete's guitar sounding like a hammer on an anvil). Most of these come either from B-sides of hit singles or from the EP Ready Steady Who. The less interesting ones, though, were previously unreleased. In my eyes and ears, these bonus tracks are easily the best on any Who re-release bar Who's Next; while the Who ain't no Beach Boys in the vocal department, it's still interesting to hear the luvly vocal harmonies combined with Pete's guitar crunch. Oh, and John's, of course. Watch out for that 'Batman' theme! He'll simply blow you away with the bassline.
The rating is based on the remastered version; subtract a point for the old one without bonus tracks.

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THE WHO SELL OUT

Year Of Release: 1967
Record rating = 9
Overall rating = 14

The closest they ever got to a pop masterpiece.
Best song: I CAN SEE FOR MILES

A conceptual album! And a good one at that! Apparently great care was taken of all the details here. The first side is presented as an extract from a pirate radio station program, with fake ads and tiny commercials (all written by the band) popping in and out and creating cute little links between the actual songs. Funny, too. In fact, strange as it may seem, I've grown so used to them that I cannot even picture 'Our Love Was' without the preliminary 'RADIO LONDON REMINDS YOU - GO TO THE CHURCH OF YOUR CHOICE!!!' or 'Tattoo' without the preliminary 'It's smooth sailing with the highly successful sound of wonderful Radio London...' You have your hungry family longing for 'Heinz Baked Beans' ('WHAT'S FOR TEA DAUGHTER?'), your teenage skin problems ('Medac') and rock band equipment ('Premiere Drums'). And some of these even have good melodies - imagine that! 'Odorono', a pathetic story about a performing girl being left by her adorer because she stank, features a magnificent ringing guitar line and I bet it could have even been a hit if it featured a different set of lyrics. Plus, the concept is carried over to the album cover, and yes! 'tis one of the funniest album covers I've ever seen: Pete using a deodorant, Daltrey sitting in a tub of beans, John showing off his muscles and Keith applying cream to his face. Wow! And don't forget to read the actual ads, too! As far as I can understand, the whole concept was a somewhat self-ridiculizing idea: The Who were perfectly aware of the fact that their LPs never really sold well, and the very idea of 'the Who selling out' was an obvious oxymoron at the time. On the other hand, the album title is really a pun accentuating both meanings of the word 'sellout': significant commercial success, on one hand, and a 'go-for-the-average-public-taste' approach at the same time. So it's simultaneously a self-parody and a parody on pop tastes in general, with all the fake comic ads on here.
But just don't you go off thinking that this album's greatness lies entirely in its concept. Nope. The concept is funny, but little more. The songs are astonishing, though! First of all, they are extremely diverse. Some people get annoyed at it, but I say swell! I like diversity, and I raise my thumbs up! Nearly every song sets different moods, and that's not a thing that just any rock band could do on a single album. Led Zep? Certainly not Led Zep! Beatles? Yeah, the Beatles could manage it, but apart from the Beatles, well... Oh, see for yourself: the album opens with a psychedelic crashing feedbacky-backwards-solo-all-that-stuff rocker 'Armenia City In The Sky' (if I recall it right, credited to one John Keene), where Daltrey finally begins to fully display his vocal talents. Next comes the acoustic folky 'Mary Anne With The Shaky Hand' which may seem fillerish - for a moment, but you're sure to appreciate its melody with a couple more listens; and yes, the lyrics are about wanking off, whatever doubts you may hold. The beautiful ballad 'Tattoo' is actually a joke - about two brothers sharing the idea that it's a tattoo that 'makes a man a man'; but, joke or no joke, the vocal harmonies on that one are enough to knock you off your seat, and the pretty pretty arpeggiated chords that herald the song are worth the price of admission alone. The next ballad is 'Our Love Was (Is)', with a soaring chorus ('soaring' in all senses, 'cos they sing 'our love was soaring') and a guitar line which could have easily been stolen from The Beatles' 'Dear Prudence' were it not for the fact that The White Album came out a whole year later. Just when you get the impression you're gonna be routed in these pop ballads forever (not a totally unpleasant idea, even considering that it's the Who we're talking about), crash bang whallop comes the mighty 'I Can See For Miles' - another psychedelic rocker, this time an original and an absolute classic. Many people regard it as the band's finest moment, and I can easily understand them. The combination of crunching block chords, wild drumming and extremely complex vocal lines (just try to sing along with the sweeping chorus and you'll know what I mean) makes it a highlight indeed.
After the storm, the calm: another ballad ('Can't Reach You', and again, beautiful vocals from Pete). 'Relax' is the only serious stinker on here (an acidified rocker, probably influenced by Pink Floyd), just because it sounds somewhat weak in the company of all the other masterpieces. 'Silas Stingy', the Entwistle contribution, is yet another childish spooky song, and it could have been nice were it not for the constantly repeating annoying chorus ('Money, money, moneybags'). 'Sunrise' is one of Pete's most astonishing ballads, where it's just Pete and his guitar, and the way he sings a single verse in three different keys constantly changing the sound effect is really unique (not to count the complex, but brilliant melody). And the album closes with Pete's second attempt at a mini-opera: a conceptual oeuvre called 'Rael' ('Is-Rael'?) which is nice but borrows too much out of traditional war marches, so I'm not that impressed. The funny thing is, it also features the theme that would later become 'Sparks' in Tommy.
All said, this is one of the most magnificent Sergeant Pepper offshoots, and if you are not acquainted with the Who's early period - start here. The Who sell out! Actually, they hadn't (just as the previous ones, the album sold miserably 'cos the stupid Brits were still fawning all over Hendrix). But lend 'em a hand!
The new release, as usual, has some bonus tracks, but the album was so almost perfect in the first place that they really add nothing much, unlike the ones on A Quick One: there are some decent ballads, like Keith's 'Girl's Eyes', an unconvincing Entwistle comedy number with heavy emphasis on a brass section overdubbed in Nashville ('Someone's Coming'), and some plain hard-rockin' jammin' ('Jaguar'). Plus there's 'Glow Girl' which is taken directly from Odds And Sods, so it's redundant, and an alternate, electric version of 'Mary-Ann' which is nice but actually adds little to the original besides some additional lyrics. The weirdest of these is a four-minute instrumental called 'Hall Of The Mountain King', said to be a rendition of the corresponding extract from Grieg's Peer Gynt suite; it hardly sounds like Grieg here, anyway, and the main function of the composition is to evoke thoughts of (naturally) King Crimson and (unnaturally) Pink Floyd, because in parts it sounds exactly like 'Interstellar Overdrive'. Which is not that surprising, on the other hand: Piper had just come out, and it certainly did have an impact on Sell Out. But if Townshend would have decided to sling 'Hall' onto the record, he'd have been sued for sure, for both blasphemizing of classics and plagiarizing Syd Barrett at the same time. Nevertheless, one can only imagine the Who's state of mind at the time: psychedelia gripped them by the collar and made them really engage in some of their most vicious and straightforward sonic experimentation ever. Another interesting thing about the bonuses is that they feature some more 'publicity' grooves from the boys, and the whole coda is designed to look as the 'Lost Third Side Of The Album'. It doesn't quite work, though, because the songs are really inferior, and I can understand Pete for shoving them into the vaults.

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TOMMY

Year Of Release: 1969
Record rating = 9
Overall rating = 14

Forget that rock opera stuff - it's simply excellent rock music.
Best song: WE'RE NOT GONNA TAKE IT (SEE ME FEEL ME)

Yes, this is the apple of controversy. People either pray or spit on this album, holding no middle ground. Let us hold the middle ground and see what happens.
On the Conceptual Side. This is a rock opera about a deaf, dumb and blind pinball messiah (?). Actually, for a long time I thought this was the first rock opera, until the worthy reader Boris (see the comments below) quite correctly corrected me with a correcting correction, namely, that the Pretty Things beat the Who to it a whole two years with S. F. Sorrow. Well, at least it's the first universally acknowledged rock opera, let's stick with that? (And, if we really want to set the thing straight, the first rock opera was 'A Quick One', which beat the Pretty Things by one year). So, anyway, Pete Townshend was not only responsible for rock opera's origins, he carried this genre high and proud to its climax.
I presume you already know the story. If you don't, you might as well look it up in a million more interesting places - you might also go and see the movie, which is at least vaguely entertaining, even if it does distort the original conception in quite a few ways. Here I'll just say that this concept is at the least interesting and entertaining, no matter what other feelings you might experience towards the plot and the message. Also, it was not a gimmick: Pete certainly took the idea seriously, so it probably meant a lot to him. We'll just leave it at that; in any case, do not hurry to dismiss the concept as a load of pretentious nonsense simply because you feel like it at the moment. The concept does have its fair share of truly emotional moments.
On the Musical Side. The actual music of Tommy is often neglected when it comes to foam-at-the-mouth battles about the importance of this rock opera and whether it makes sense or not and if it does, whether it should make sense or not. But screw the plot - name me a record that has more original guitar riffs and I'll call you names. Indeed, this is Townshend's high point as a composer. The themes of 'Go To The Mirror', 'Pinball Wizard', 'Amazing Journey', 'Sparks', 'I'm Free', 'We're Not Gonna Take It' and 'See Me Feel Me' are all quite different, but they all have something in common. And that something is - all of them are built on short, simple, catchy and consequently brilliant riffs. Plus - tons of them played on acoustic guitar! How's that for musical purity? You tell me! And, since it's an opera, these riffs keep repeating themselves, but almost always in different arrangements and with different moods. The majestic (and not a minute overblown, as people keep deceiving themselves: it's a prayer, for Chrissake! Prayers cannot be overblown!) theme of 'See Me Feel Me', for example, is reprised four times throughout the album, but that don't make it any more boring. And if you do not shed tears over the gorgeous ballad '1921', you must have a heart of stone - and, by the way, do you realize that '1921' is actually a blues number? Eh? Nobody seems to realize that!
Even the shorter tracks that were primarily needed for unfurling the plot are OK: this is a rare thing in rock operas, since usually 'plot-related' songs are the weak links in that genre - when you're too busy with composing the lyrics, the music is necessarily saved for later. Not here. Ever heard the great hit numbers 'There's A Doctor', 'Miracle Cure', 'Do You Think It's Alright' and 'Tommy Can You Hear Me'? Well, wait, wait, of course they weren't hits - the longest of these numbers is one and a half minutes long, and the shortest is about twelve seconds long. They're all great, though - melodic, catchy and a bit funny. Now that's what I call real care for melody. And, just to add a saving touch of humor, both John and Keith contribute little tidbitds of their own. John's 'Cousin Kevin' and 'Do You Think It's Alright/Fiddle About' deal with poor Tommy being mistreated by really bad dudes, while Keith's 'Tommy's Holiday Camp' is a boyscout tune shamelessly inserted between the serious stuff. The fact that Townshend let these bits be incorporated is very important. After all, it's laughter that's gonna save the world, ain't it? The saving touch of humour! How can one really complain about the bombast and bloatedness of the opera when John comes up and growls: 'I'm your wicked Uncle Ernie/I'm glad you can't see or hear me/As I fiddle about, fiddle about, fiddle about...' Pete used to complain about the tune's cruelty (actually, Uncle Ernie sodomizes poor Tommy), but that's about the same as complaining about the cruelty of 'Boris The Spider': poor, poor Boris...
And what about the sound? The sound is great! Rumours say that Pete wanted to push up some strings and horns and orchestras, but he just hadn't had time for that 'cos there was little food left in the larder and the company was pressing him on so that he could finally pay for his broken guitars. And maybe that's good, because I shudder at the thought of the original Tommy sounding like that movie synthesizer-itis version. As it is, acoustic and electric guitars ring out loud and clear, the bass and drum work are outstanding as usual, and Daltrey finally shows us that he has mastered his voice, whether it be macho clamouring in 'Pinball Wizard' or the gentle, loving notes of 'See Me Feel Me'. Of course, this sounded nothing like the original Who, but all these changes were only for the better. Of course, the sound can seem pretty monotonous after seventy-five minutes, but in that case you'd better just split the listening process in two parts so as not to spoil the impression. The actual tunes are all swell.
So why only a 9? Well, unfortunately as it may seem, the 'Oo managed to blow it even here. Prolific as he was, Pete just couldn't produce enough material for a double album. So he decided to take the wonderful 'Rael/Sparks' theme and have some fun with it. Unfortunately, this results in a ten-minute bore called 'Underture' (a silly pun) which only serves to show that the theme was so perfect it was impossible to variegate it. So he just redoes it over and over again for what seems like ages until I find my finger pushing the 'Forward' button. Also, a couple of 'plot' songs aren't that good, notably the slow ballad 'Welcome' where Tommy invites people to his holiday camp (Pete eventually realized it himself, so it was dropped from the stage version). But apart from these little problems, there's absolutely nothing wrong about this album.

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LIVE AT LEEDS

Year Of Release: 1970
Record rating = 10
Overall rating = 15

The best live rock'n'roll album ever.
Best song: SUMMERTIME BLUES

I realize it's a common place - calling Leeds the best live rock album, but hey, what can I do? It's stronger than me... In case you're not competent: The Who may have been the third best studio rock band ever, but they were certainly the best live rock band ever. At least, at the time when Leeds was released. The old version included only six songs, three of them covers. The recent remastered version adds a whole eight more, thus making it a much more efficient and finished product. The effect you get from listening to this stuff is awesome. I mean, at first it sounds like a horrible cacophony; but after a couple of listens, when your ears grow used to the sound, you'll slowly come to realize that the murky noise generated by the band is actually just a shield under which resides some masterful riffing, fantastically fluent bass lines, steady drumming and powerful singing. And the next stage is to recognize that the 'murky noise' actually helps produce such a magnificent effect on the listener; namely, if Townshend weren't drenching all of his riffs and solos in that dirty distortion, loudness and quasi-chaos, the band would have hardly been any more interesting on stage than, say, Iron Butterfly.
Most of the songs on here are old hits, but I assure you they are very hard to recognize. 'Happy Jack'? It isn't a lightweight, bass-dominated pop ditty any more - it's a powerful rock tune with a roaring guitar and Daltrey sounding as if he was singing 'Rule, Britannia!', not 'Happy Jack wasn't tall, but he was a man'. 'I'm A Boy'? Where are those sissy backing vocals and soft guitar lines (not that I have anything against these in the studio version)? They are replaced by powerful windmills!
'Sparks'? Oh, yeah, 'Sparks'? Where's that classical guitar strumming? No, no, be prepared for a monstrous assault on your eardrums, like a thousand wild rhinoceros! It's hardly possible to think that that thunderstorm on stage was being created by just two guitars and a drumset, but it is so - no overdubs.
'Magic Bus'? The former three-minute Bo Diddley-ish single has been transformed into an 8-minute theatrical piece with Roger and Pete bartering for the right to drive the magic dingus. And Pete's riffing at the beginning of the track, when he duels with his own echo coming off the walls, is probably the best example of his amazing guitar technique on the album... maybe even in general. Meanwhile, John sticks to his simple bass riff, distorting it so far that he almost gives the impression of steadily, calmly drilling the stage. Listening to it intently in headphones drives you crazy.
'My Generation'? Forget it! It's a 15-minute suite, built on loads of driving riffs, some taken from Tommy, some probably invented right on the place! Oh, that Pete! He knows how to produce a carefully placed riff now and then. More important, he knows how to make a 15-minute improvisation really interesting: unlike Cream, he doesn't just stick to a monotonous, occasionally boring solo, but instead leads the band into a set of different grooves, all built on these captivating riffs. Some will sneer and say that he does that only because he simply cannot solo like Clapton, but that's all right by me. He finds the perfect substitute. Not that he can't solo at all, mind you: the few solos he plays are no slouch, either. The opening 'Heaven And Hell' (an apocalyptic tune written by Entwistle) should put Jimmy Page to shame, not because it's more perfect technically, but because it really gets your blood pumping without being too self-indulgent and show-off-ey.
The best thing about this furious rock machine, however, are the three covers (the re-mastered version adds a fourth one, 'Fortune Teller', but for me it's really a letdown: it starts off slowly and boringly, and even though it kicks off in the middle, it's too late to get interested already. The Stones made it much more efficient, I'm forced to admit). Mose Allison's 'Young Man Blues' is my favourite live number by the band (although I prefer the version on Kids): menacing sharp opening riffs, Roger's famous vocal battle with Moon's drums, and then the furious middle passage with Pete squeezing everything out of his Gibson. To me, this is what rock'n'roll was all about: fast, angry, uncompromising and intoxicating, with a good deal of teenage angst thrown in so that the fury and anger wouldn't seem pointless or aimless. Eddie Cochran's 'Summertime Blues' is also reshaped beyond recognition and also turned into a hard rock fiesta, this time with all the band on parade: Pete beating out that famous eight-note riff, Roger screaming out the lines about the kid who didn't go to work, Keith crashing his cymbals as usual and John adding incredible bass runs and the deep-voiced 'boss lines'. Finally, the Pirates' 'Shakin' All Over' closes off the covers with Roger overdoing himself (who could have thought it was the same guy that whined James Brown's 'I Don't Mind' on their debut LP and roared the mighty 'SHAKIN' ALL OUUUUUVEEEEEEEER!' on here?) and Pete having fun with a chaotic guitar solo.
Oh, I forgot one more thing. Remember what I said 'bout that 'A Quick One' mini-opera on their second LP? Well, it might have sounded feeble there, but this concert version redeems it totally. It's been slightly shortened, some of the most stupid bits have been thrown out, the rest has been speeded up and tightened, and the result is eight minutes of pure fun, powerful guitar and great harmonies. Unfortunately, the mix does not do justice to the singing; for a truly unique live version of 'A Quick One' check out Kids again.
There is, however, a slight sense of uncertainty and tiredness beaming through the general excitement. You won't be able to notice it if you haven't heard any live stuff from 1969, but if you have, you'll be able to notice that Pete's playing is somewhat more 'generic' and less improvised than it used to be. Considering the fact that he ought to have been trying hard that evening (after all, they were recording it), this is even more foreboding. And if you read the interview given on that day (included in the booklet), you'll see that the band certainly wasn't on cloud nine at the time. Sad, but true: Leeds was at least several months late. They were already beginning to exhale, and playing Tommy for the billionth time wasn't much of a consolation, too. Oh well. 'You can't always get what you want', as fellow Mick once said. At least we got Leeds! And now, come to think of it, we got that other one, too... just take a look forward...

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LIVE AT THE ISLE OF WIGHT FESTIVAL 1970

Year Of Release: 1996
Record rating = 10
Overall rating = 15

'SMILE, YOU BUGGERS! Pretend it's Christmas.'
Best song: YOUNG MAN BLUES

This is actually an archive release: certainly, it would be quite stupid to release this stuff as soon as it was recorded, what with Live At Leeds having just come out and all. Recently, though, there's been a lot of uproar concerning the lack of officially released early Who-candy, so some tweaky record company hastily reconstructed this totally embarrassing piece of shitty sounding old crap and....
No, no! What am I talking about? The Beatles Live At The Hollywood Bowl? This is a great archive document! Believe me, even if you have already emptied your purse on the Leeds hotcake, you won't regret indulging yourself once more. Pete Townshend himself said that this was one of their best nights, and there may be a grain of truth in this saying. What distinguishes this album from Leeds is primarily the fact that it's longer (more expensive, too, though), and particularly impressive is the inclusion of the entire Tommy chestnut (except for 'Welcome', which was practically never played live, and 'Sally Simpson', 'Sensation', and 'Cousin Kevin', which were probably not played on that particular gig), instead of the short 'Amazing Journey/Sparks' bit on Leeds. Besides that, we have an interesting cover selection (an unedited version of the 'Shakin' All Over' medley, including a magnificent 'Spoonful' and - believe it or not - a 'Twist And Shout'!!), and two cuts from the already beginning to develop Lifehouse project.
Oh, yeah. The sound. The sound is completely different from the Leeds sound. Leeds was somewhat, err, 'restrained', if the word 'restrained' is appliable to The Who. This is perfectly understandable: the hall was small, the audience was intelligent and polite, and moreover, they were recording it for the official release, and Pete was feeling slightly depressed, which is always a serious influence on his playing. The Isle of Wight gathering, if you're not too familiar with the environment, was a gang of bloodthirsty, stone-heavy, braindead motherfuckers inherited directly from Woodstock and numbering in hundreds of thousands. And good old Pete always felt somewhat enraged about such massive swarms of idiots, which results in his using the guitar more like a machine-gun than a musical instrument. In fact, if I might be permitted to use this metaphor, he practically executes the audience with his playing. Which, by the way, is often sloppy and out of tune. But hey, play a couple of windmills on your guitar and I'll be damned if it don't go out of tune forever...
Seriously, now, this sloppiness and Pete's frequent abandon of diligent melody in favour of making more noise is what turns a lot of people away from this album. I know this because I originally shared the same feeling: there was a bit too much noise even for me, who's a rabid Who freak. But put yourself in the background, picture the excitement generated by this kind of sound, the romanticism and sincerity of the performance, turn up the volume and you're bound to be carried away with the very first notes of 'Heaven And Hell'. And on 'Young Man Blues' Pete practically goes out of control totally, crashing and bashing around with ten times more zest than Jagger could ever muster on stage. (He had to change guitar after the song, as pictured in the video). Hey, did you know Pete has got more than a hundred seams on his right hand? I didn't! You might think a windmill is something easy and stupid - it's not, I assure you. Just go ahead and try.
So I just suppose you forgive Pete his multiple mistakes on this album (I'm the first to admit there are many of these), because his peak energy more than makes up for it. The best way is to listen to this album in headphones with the volume turned up as loud as possible - you'll know what I mean.
But there's not just Pete's frustration on this album. Keith is in great form as usual, and John - well, John is always good. You can't go wrong with John. What surprises me most of all, though, is Roger's voice - I have never heard him sing better than on here. Tommy goes off like a hydrogen bomb, and not in the least due to his humble efforts; however, the cover versions are what distinguish him most of all (oh, that 'LIIIES ABOUT IT!' line on 'Spoonful'), plus Pete's 'Water' on which Robert Plant is put to shame. Shame on you, Robert Plant! Go sulk in the corner.
So I'm really not at all bothered with the overlaps with Leeds. Who cares? Good old Pete always had enough improvisation power in him to make a single song sound in several entirely different ways. 'Summertime Blues' is probably inferior to the Leeds version, since the solo is a bit shabby (it almost sounds as if Pete was caught off-guard when he started throwing out the lead lines), and he misses that tremendous power chord that ends the song and segues immediately into 'Shakin' All Over'. But that one is far more impressive than the Leeds version, on the other hand - Roger yells like a demon, and the energy is tremendous.
As for the 'newer' cuts, 'Water' is an incredible song. At about nine minutes long, it slowly unfurls itself into a bombastic, unprecedented epic where 'water' stands as a metaphor for life energy and artistic inspiration, and Roger's screams of 'WE NEED WATER!' coming from the very depths of the band's collective soul. Along the way, Pete creates a couple more thunderstorms, cleverly alternating passages of utter chaos with crystal clear lead lines and catchy riffs created simply out of nowhere, before bringing it down with a bang on the hilarious accapella ending. And 'I Don't Know Myself' is a beautiful, confessional song featuring Keith happily tapping away on his favourite little wooden block (you should have watched his face on the accompanying video). Oh yeah, the band also does a short excerpt of 'Naked Eye' in the medley section... which is excellent.
Buy this album, now. And try to get the accompanying video, too: it has its flaws (see my review at the bottom of the page), but it's an absolutely essential purchase for all Who fans, young and old. This is a ten, a damn solid ten, and a solid fifteen on the overall rating scale. Thanks Goodness the band isn't planning on any more official releases of live shows from that era - I probably wouldn't have any other choice but to award tens to all of them. Whew. Judging by their form on Woodstock and at the London Coliseum in 1969, for instance, these two potential albums would also be worthy candidates for tens.

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WHO'S NEXT

Year Of Release: 1971
Record rating = 9
Overall rating = 14

A great album, but, like all great albums, it's been overrated.
Best song: WON'T GET FOOLED AGAIN

This is a very controversial album - for me. It's often regarded as The Who's best and one of the best rock albums ever. Me, I concede there is something about that statement. But then again, let us stay away from the hype and be cool-headed. Let's just pretend we've never heard anything about this album. Like, say, there's been a nuclear war or something and somebody's found a half-broken dirty old LP among the ruins of an ancient music shop and managed to recover its sound. What would that poor guy discover?
Well, first of all he'd discover nine prime songs, all of them flawlessly performed and produced. He'd find out that Mr Big Nose has been busy with synthesizers lately, and for that reason his beloved guitar had had to hand some of its functions to tons and tons of keyboards. He'd find out that Mr Fringed Mike-Swirler had finally developed a fantastic singing voice (or, should we say, 'roar') that would eventually let him down in about twenty-five years due to overexposure and abuse, but back then it was just swell. He'd find out that Mr Ox's base lines are as fluent as ever, and Mr Nutsdrum had acquired an absolutely new drum sound (I still don't know what it is but it sounds completely unlike your average sound produced by your average drum. It has a kind of 'flat' sound probably designed to increase its outstanding position. What is it? A production device or is he pounding it with a dried piece of hamburger?)
What's still more important, Pete's Melody Maker is still running perfectly. At least five of these bummers are among my favourite rock songs of all time. The opening 'Baba O'Riley' has a fantastic build-up: opening with a synthesizer loop, it eventually augments the sound with mighty piano, drums, Roger's roar and (later) guitar. The main riff is simple as a doornail, but none the less majestic because of that, and the entire song goes off splendidly with its story of (as far as I can tell) post-Woodstock disillusionment (c'mon now - did Pete ever have any illusions about Woodstock?), finishing in a hilarious fiddle-driven jig (saving touch of humour goes again?) 'Bargain' is Pete's prayer to the above-mentioned 'Baba' (Meher Baba, a kind of Indian guru freak who Pete unexpectedly fell in love with), with highlights such as Roger's 'the best I ever HAAAD' line and inventive synth parts. 'Going Mobile' is a funny home-made travelogue-rock sung by Pete, and it's the most modest song on this album, highlighted by a real weird guitar solo; for some reason many people seem to hate the song, but I simply don't know why - I think it has one of the most interesting acoustic rhythm tracks recorded by the band, for instance.
And, of course, no classic rock radio station can get away without paying its dues to the two closing tracks. 'Behind Blue Eyes' is The Who's 'Yesterday' ('nuff said); it is a wee wee bit spoiled for me by the bombastic mid-section which brings it dangerously close to arena-rock level, but everything here is so painfully sincere and heartfelt that I simply don't have any rights to doubt the song's artistic merits. As for the closing 'Won't Get Fooled Again' (which you probably know as 'Ta ta ta ta ta ta ta ta ta ta ta ta ta ta ta ta ta ta ta ta ta ta ta ta ta ta ta ta ta ta BO-BOOM!'), it is a gruff rocker obviously set as a counterpoint for the opening 'Baba' - with more reflections on the post-hippie disillusionment ('meet the new boss, same as the old boss'). Plus you have your mighty 'YEAAAAH!' by Roger at the end - arguably the most powerful roar ever captured on a rock record. Fine! Perfect!
So why not a 10? Well, it's because of the other four songs. (Oh, wait, three songs: 'My Wife' is The Ox's groovy contribution about his family problems, and even though the lyrics are hard to distinguish 'cos John is buried deep under the drums and guitars, there was enough drive in this song to make it a stage favouirite).
See, the whole bunch was originally planned as yet another rock opera/musical/movie called Lifehouse, whose plot was too complicated and bombastic to be described here. Suffice it to say that it was about a little boy called Bobby (eh? what's that, an obsession? Tommy? Bobby? Jimmy?) who set himself to finding the Lost Chord and flinging the world into Rock Nirvana in order to save it from the bad guys. A concept the likes of which I'd probably be able to reproduce in my 7th grade. Thanks God the idea had never happened... Along the way, Pete tried out several groovy ideas - like, for instance, the idea that at a certain point the band was to become one with the audience; it was reflected in the song 'Join Together' that never made it to the album but appeared as a single (and a fun one at that). Not to mention Pete's 'person-programming' when he used to encode people's personal data with synthesizer patterns ('Baba O'Riley's nagging loop, for instance, reflects either Meher Baba's or Pete's own personal data, I've forgotten which); later on he would join them all in one and bring out the 'ultimate chord' that woulsd be the salvation of mankind... you see now, this was undoubtedly the most Gargantuan project ever undertaken in rock music, maybe in art as a whole, and it couldn't but burst, as Pete himself humbly acknowledges in the liner notes. It's actually quite funny - disillusioned by hippes and Woodstock and witnessing the crumble of Flower Power, Pete preferred to surround himself with personally crafted illusions instead. What was he really thinking? It's obvious, then, that Lifehouse must have left him completely exhausted - and it's all the more amazing how he could still have forces left for Quadrophenia...
But as you might guess, lots of tunes intended for the bubble of Lifehouse were overblown and bombastic because of that, so bombastic that I even feel impossible to sing along with them without blushing. One of these ('Pure And Easy') was released only later, but, unfortunately, two of these tracks found their way onto Who's Next. These are the terrible 'Song Is Over' which starts as a beautiful Pete ballad before turning itself into a macho stupid anthem resembling the worst excesses of Russian rock (I hate Roger screaming 'I'll sing my song out to the infinite spaces'), and the somewhat more pretty 'Getting In Tune' is still spoiled by the same kind of machinery. Also, the cute short musical link 'Love Ain't For Keeping' just can't be taken seriously, even though it is rather pretty (an extended electric version can be found on the re-issue of Odds And Sods: many people actually prefer it to the original).
But it's not just these three songs that spoil the picture. There are some unnecessary instrumental passages in other songs, and damn it, the songs are too long! Nine songs on a greatest Who album? Two of them suck? One of them is too short? Nope, doesn't cut it for me. The idiocy resides in the fact that they could have easily cut most of these songs' lengths and included more original material - like 'Water' or 'Naked Eye', hell, maybe if this was a double album, it would help. A solid 9, though. But the best was still ahead...
Note also that the re-issued version is well worth having. Besides featuring amusing and self-mocking liner notes by Pete in person, it also adds a half dozen tracks of the 1970-71 epoch, thus attempting to re-create the atmosphere of Lifehouse in its germination. It's too bad that 'Too Much Of Anything' coincides with the version on Odds And Sods; however, the version of 'Pure And Easy' is an alternate one, and the version of 'Naked Eye' is a live one, and a great live one at that. There's also a ferocious recording of the old classic 'Baby Don't You Do It' with good old Mountain hero Leslie West on lead guitar, a six-minute live 'Water' (good version, but inferior to the Isle Of Wight one; maybe it's just because it is too short - 'Water' has to be endured throughout all of its nine/ten minutes in order to get the desired effect), and a lovely B-side called 'I Don't Know Myself' which you can also hear live on Isle Of Wight. Whatever the odds, all of this material is prime stuff... and now that I think of it, a weak ten is not out of the question, either.

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QUADROPHENIA

Year Of Release: 1973
Record rating = 10
Overall rating = 15

Art-rock at its best. If you don't like it, stick to the Sex Pistols.
Best song: LOVE REIGN O'ER ME

At last. If the Who have anything which comes close to a masterpiece, it's here. It's now. It's the great Quad. Yet another rock opera, it distinguishes itself by having a distinct philosophical message (unlike Tommy, whose message is too 'encoded'), it... oops. I just discovered I wrote 'distinguishes itself by having a distinct...' Poor me. OK, let me rephrase that: what makes Quad outstanding is its easy-to-decipher inner sense. (I guess this works better). Next, it is not as pretentious as the aborted Lifehouse (how can a praise for love be pretentious?), and not as self-indulgent as Tommy. I know lots of people would probably shrug their shoulders at this remark of mine, but I say it now and say it loud: Quad is not bombast epithomized! Quad is just a humble prayer of an outcast, written with elaborate care and astonishingly sincere. In fact, I could have hated the overblown pathos of songs like 'Love Reign O'er Me' if it weren't for the fact that I know for sure it comes straight from Townshend's romantic heart, unlike, say, something like King Crimson's 'Epitaph' - a similar gesture of grandiosity, but, however beautiful that one is, it's rather fake and sterile as compared to Pete's confessional melodies.
To be more precise, Quadrophenia narrates the story of a young lad name of Jimmy and his troubles in the modern world (Pete wasn't that imaginative with the names of his protagonists - have you observed that? Tommy, Bobby, Jimmy... Where's Eddy?). Jimmy is a Mod; he feeds on 'leapers' and drivers a scooter. He's thrown out of his home by his parents for his rebellious life, slowly gets disillusioned about... well, just about everything, including his gal who left him, his work that never brings satisfaction, his former pals who get sucked in by 'normal life', finally in life itself. So he gets himself a boat and sails towards a lonely rock in the ocean, and there he discovers that everything is all right - it's just that the sense of life is contained in love and love alone, and nothing else. Revelation? Perhaps. It's unclear whether he drowns himself after that or not; I believe he does. The plot itself is quite convoluted - believe me, it's not as blatantly simple as I just described. Jimmy's visions, his reflections on life and its sense, his deeds and Townshend's judgements are all expressed in a mature, perfect form, far from the interesting, but somewhat naive and raw mysticism of Tommy.
And the music? Continuing the tradition of Who's Next and carrying it forward, Townshend places the main accent on synths and horns, with just a rare touch of guitar now and then - I mean, there's actually a lot of guitarwork here, both traditional (power chords) and innovative (lyrical, well-thoght-out solos, quite untypical for Pete), but trumpets and keyboards do tend to overshadow the sound. However, as we know from the precedent of Sgt Pepper, it doesn't matter what instrument you're playing. It sure does matter how you're playing it, though, not to mention the melodies you're creating with it. And the melodies here are first-rate! Like in Tommy, there are several main themes in this opera: actually, there are four of them, each corresponding to a single member of the band - the most bizarre element of the plot. These four 'faces' are supposed to reflect Jimmy's schizophrenic, split personality, hence the name 'Quadrophenia' which literally translates as 'four-appearance-ness' from... from... err... Greek-Latin ('Tetraphenia' would be a better name, actually, but can we blame Pete for confusing Greek and Latin? Guess he was not that literate).
The themes crop up from time to time, quite normally repeating themselves several times according to opera laws; yet this is in no way boring, as they usually come up in different arrangements. At their worst they're just funny and catchy: 'Helpless Dancer', Roger's theme, is built on a nagging, a trifle irritating repetitive guitar/synth melody with a slightly Eastern accent; it's supposed to symbolize Jimmy's helplessness in the view of all the world's problems. And Keith's theme, 'Bell Boy', presenting Jimmy in the guise of his 'sold-out' friend who used to be a mod but traded his old style for a low, but quiet social position, is powerful, rhythmic and quite riff-heavy. At their best, however, they're breathtaking. John's theme 'Is It Me?', supposedly Jimmy's 'romantic' facet, is the most touching and intimate moment on the album. And, of course, there's 'Love Reign O'er Me' - Pete's theme, the beautiful, bombastic and hope-inducing climax of the record. As it seems to me, 'Love' is Pete's most efficient try at a sound that is both epic and personal at the same time: that's why I don't feel turned off by the song, like I used to feel about, say, 'Song Is Over'. It's like a gigantic, Gargantuan, yet simultaneously humble and sincere prayer.
Quadrophenia is also Pete's attempt at a little sound-trickery: there's quite a lot of various sound effects and gimmicks on the album. However, the sound effects never tend to take over your attention: unlike albums like Pink Floyd's The Wall where this kind of stuff is always at the center of attention, here it is just a slight moment of nice decoration (storm waves on 'I Am The Sea', train noises on '5:15', etc.) supposed to complement the musical essence. And, speaking of musical essence, I could never understand people complaining about the monotonousness of this record. The songs are mostly great - diverse, entertaining, built on solid, memorable melodies. Nobody, as far as I know, can ever resist the unstoppable rocking beat of 'The Real Me' - the 'prologue' to the opera where Jimmy (Roger) is furious about his personality problems. It's prime Who at their best - Townshend churning out power chords like crazy, Entwistle contributing some of the most mind-blowing, awesome bass lines of his career and Keith pounding away in all the right places (I'll take the opportunity to say that Keith's drumwork on many of the songs here should be studied by all living drummers, beginners and professionals alike - the things he does on '5:15' or 'Drowned' are unimaginable. The man's a genius - how come nobody admits it?) Or, what do you think of 'The Punk And The Godfather'? That introductory riff ain't God-like? Sure is.
For your typical 'mixed-up ballad', look up Keith's singing on 'Bell Boy', which alternates Roger's scornful verses with Keith's gentle impersonation of the 'bell boy': 'Bell Boy! I got to keep running now. Bell Boy! Keep my lip buttoned down. Bell Boy! Carry this baggage out. Bell Boy! Always running at someone's heel. You know how I feel, always running at someone's heel'...
For something more complex and 'artsy', look up the 'overture' and, well, 'underture' (they aren't dubbed that, but it's kinda obvious) - the title track and 'The Rock'. 'Quadrophenia' is perhaps the most brilliant art-rock composition that Pete ever got out of himself: the four themes are beautifully arranged and manage to hold you in a state of never-ending catharsis for a complete five or six minutes. The bleeding guitarwork in the 'Is It Me?' part and the desperate, but solemn and majestic 'thump - thump - thump - thump' of the 'Love Reign O'er Me' part really make your life worthwhile - if only to hear this kind of stuff and die... eh, sorry, a little carried away, are we?
For something simpler - if you're a simplistic kind of guy - look up the sensible, acoustic-dominated 'I'm One', or Jimmy's melancholic complaint about his home problems in 'Cut My Hair'. Or, if ballads do not suit you, how about 'Drowned'? That's a plain old rocker in the plain old style. I used to treat it as filler until I had the chance to see the live version of it as recorded on the 30 Years Of Maximum R'n'B video where they really made this blues-rocker fire up and get smokin' all over, and this love for the live version has slowly crept over the initial feeling of disgust for the studio one.
For more brass, check out '5:15', a tune that's supposed to take part on a train and reflects Jimmy's hallucinogenous visions after the usual 'leapers' treat. The brass helps the song roll along smoothly, and, like I mentioned above, Keith's drumming is immaculate - check out the train-imitating patterns at the end.
Yeah, of course, every rock opera has its fillers - which is simply inevitable. For me, the fillers here are mostly on Side 2 of the first LP: the synth-driven 'The Dirty Jobs' sounds Broadwayish, the stiff ballad 'Is It In My Head' sounds Hollywoodish, and the closing 'I've Had Enough' just sounds slightly fake, especially since it consists of three entirely different parts (one of them being a reprise of 'Love Reign O'er Me') that do not seem to fit in; that is, they do fit in thematically, but musically the seams are a bit too rough. But once again, even the filler can be enjoyable - at times. Nothing particularly nasty about it. And even if this is not a 100 percent masterpiece (then again, nothing is), it's still a shattering listen. And it doesn't wear thin on me! Not yet! I don't suppose it ever will...
In any case, the fact that this extensive double album was completely made by ONE person - Mr Peter Townshend, who wrote all the melodies, all the lyrics, played all the guitars and all the synths, and mostly produced the album himself, without a doubt, makes Mr Peter Townshend one of the greatest persons in the world rock'n'roll music. This Album Alone - not counting everything else he'd done. Therefore, I can fully forgive him for everything that came out after - he was so drained and exhausted by this mastodontic effort that he would never be able to come up with something even vaguely reminiscent of the glory and brilliance of the album. Think about it - whenever you condemn It's Hard, do not forget that you're condemning the very man who wrote Quadrophenia....
The booklet for the album is horrendous, though. All of these black-and-white photos just don't turn me on, you know... I would rather prefer some informative liner notes, like, you know, like the ones that came with all the other reissues.

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ODDS AND SODS

Year Of Release: 1974
Record rating = 8
Overall rating = 13

Just what its title suggests. Some good stuff messed with bizarre crap. The reissue's well worth your money, though.
Best song: NAKED EYE

A slightly more obscure album of outtakes selected and cleaned up by John while the other band members were following their own fortunes. The good Ox thus lent a hand to the band in that (a) 1974 did not pass out without a Who album and (b) some of the real good stuff has been given out instead of dusting on the shelves. Still, one should always approach an outtake album with caution since, well, outtakes are usually something the band does not like from the start, and if even the band itself does not like 'em, why should we? In fact, the only great outtakes album I know seems to be Tattoo You, but most of them were reworked, so it's not a clear-cut case... Oh, never mind. This stuff mostly falls in three categories, one of which is Lifehouse outtakes, the other one is tunes written somewhere around 1972-73 but not directly related to any conceptual project, and the most precious part is earlier stuff which for the most part rules. Funny enough, they decided to include even their first single which was yet recorded under the High Numbers moniker ('I'm The Face', a dorky mod anthem set to the melody of Slim Harpo's 'Got Love If You Want It' and lyrics of early mod guru Pete Meaden). It's nothing special, but it is funny, and especially weird-looking in this context. The early stuff also includes the anti-smoke groove 'Little Billy' which was originally made for a cancer society or something like that but rejected because the company thought it was too scary (ha-ha! little Billy didn't mind!), and the gorgeous ballad 'Faith In Something Bigger' with some unsurpassed vocal harmonies and an excellent, soaring guitar solo (modestly hailed in the liner notes by Pete as "the worst I've heard"). Apparently it could have easily fit in on Sell Out. Plus, the shorty 'Glow Girl' provides some insights into the beginnings of Tommy - and did you know that 'Tommy' was supposed to be a girl in the first place? All these songs are very far from being classics, but that's no big reason to dismiss 'em none.
Unfortunately, the 70's stuff is not that good. Sure, it has 'Naked Eye', one of their most fascinating rockers with some of Townshend's most hard-hitting, socially biting, pessimistic lyrics (check out an early, abbreviated, one-verse version on Isle Of Wight, as well as a live version as a bonus track to the re-issue of Who's Next). It's even a bit theatrical, with Roger impersonating the "power guy" and Pete playing the "bitter cynic", thus leading to their more famous vocal interplay on 'Punk And Godfather'. A classic track by all means. But then this stuff also includes 'Pure And Easy', which is the kind of real bombastic stuff I dislike about the Who; it's in the same vein as 'Song Is Over', with even more of that smelly 'universalist' flair, and even its good melody and brilliant, understated, economic guitar solo don't save it from ultimately getting my pukes. And the two songs of lesser cult status - 'Put The Money Down' and 'Too Much Of Anything' - are pretty average: no wonder they were left off of Who's Next. Too slow, plodding and long; can't say that the former lacks power (Roger screams his head off just fine), or that the latter lacks prettiness, but they cause way too little emotional resonance to justify the length and pomp.
The real dreck, though, comes with the even later stuff: Entwistle's bleak travelogue 'Postcard', which unexplicably is used as the album opener, just doesn't bother to be melodious (sadly, somewhere around this time Entwistle's talents at songwriting slowly began to sink down the drain. Maybe that was because he ceased to incorporate black humour? Who can tell?), and 'Now I'm A Farmer' is one of Pete's least convincing grooves. I do like Keith's hilarious impersonation of a gardener at the end of the track, though - pretty much saves the whole experience for me. Oh well, at least they bothered to have 'Long Live Rock' here. In case you haven't heard it, it's a brilliant anthem to rock music as a genre, and far surpasses the Stones' 'It's Only Rock'n'Roll' in that respect. Might seem a little dumb, but hey, it is meant to seem a little dumb - anthem or not, it's obviously supposed to be taken in an ironic key, and that's the way I take it. Don't know about anybody else. Still, an album that has at least one duffer for every gem is not that big of an achievement, I guess, and my original rating here was a weak seven - which is still pretty good by anybody's standards, and pretty good considered that these are outtakes, but...
PS. Hey, but wait! The new re-release of the album is greatly improved! It has almost twice as many tracks as the original, bringing the album's running time to 77 minutes, and some of them are good. And what's more, it's not just that they are good: actually, none of the bonus tracks are great, but the way they added 'em and rearranged the running order, you get a fascinating "discobiography" of the Who - from their earliest stunts like 'I'm The Face' and 'Leaving Here', through the poppy period, the rocky period, and the mature philosophic period. Kinda like the Beatles' Anthology popped into one seventy-minute discs, only most of the stuff are not raw demo versions, but real accomplished songs you ain't never heard before.
Among the general "additional" goodies you'll find such groovy novelties as studio recordings of 'Summertime Blues' and 'Young Man Blues' (both inferior to the live recordings, quite naturally, but still fun to listen to, especially since these are practically the only pieces of ferocious feedbacky, distorted rock'n'roll they recorded in the 1967-69 pop art era); more Lifehouse outtakes (a 'heavy' version of 'Love Ain't For Keepin'' with Pete on vocals, the gorgeous, not-a-bit-overblown ballad 'Time Is Passing'; the studio version of 'Water' - again, inferior to the live takes, because hey, 'Water' is supposed to be ten minutes long, not four, goddammit, but, surprisingly, the distorted solo at the end is truly excellent), and some early bits of amusement (an old acetate of 'Leaving Here'/'Baby Don't You Do It'). Missed anything? Oh sure! What about the hilarious cover of Eddie Cochran's 'My Way'? The pleasant organ version of 'Mary Anne With The Shaky Hand' with Al Kooper on said instrument? The pathetic bluesy "introduction" to 'Cousin Kevin'? The "save-the-Stones" cover of 'Under My Thumb'? The... wait, there's just too much of that stuff here. Hell, it ain't exactly the greatest music these guys ever recorded, but it's all so diverse, intriguing, well-performed and involving that it's no problem for me to upgrade the overall rating one point. Get the reissue, not the original, and screw all you pessimists.

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THE WHO BY NUMBERS

Year Of Release: 1975
Record rating = 6
Overall rating = 11

Depressing, and, unfortunately, not very satisfying musically. Where are the melodies?
Best song: DREAMING FROM THE WAIST

The worst problem with The Who were certainly Pete's constant nervous breakdowns and midlife crises. And even if all of these things always seemed to emphasize his utmost sincerity and romantic belief in the supernatural powers of music, while fellow colleagues like Mick J went on splendidly and delivered high quality, but far too often fake 'product', all of these fits and downs had no good impact on the music. Basically, Pete was just too keen on laying bare his soul, and forgetting about pure musical quality in the process - something which John Lennon, for instance, never did. The Who By Numbers is probably the most obvious example. Approximately half of this album is very good, though not particularly breathtaking, and approximately half of it is annoying to the extreme. Take a song like 'How Many Friends', for example. It includes a heap of sad, bitter lyrics about Pete being surrounded by sycophants and braindead fans, but the melody is at its best rudimentary. Same goes for the unexpectedly jolly 'However Much I Booze' sung by Pete himself which drags on for about five minutes, based on the same monotonous plodding riff, and achieves practically nothing. See, I just corrected that rating from 7 to 6, because I feel a 7 is too good for this album. The closing 'In A Hand Or A Face' is all built up along a single line ('I'm going round and round'), and it's really bad. Dull and boring. Listenable, that is, but an incredible letdown after the relentless climaxes of Quadrophenia.
But are there any good news? Well, Pete shows that he has managed to preserve at least some creative instincts despite the poor state of mind, 'cos he didn't forget to add at least a couple of prime songs that redeem the failures. Among these I'd first of all include 'Dreaming From The Waist', a beautiful introspective epic with the best melody on here (and great bass swoops from John, too). This one would prove to be a great live highlight as well, and while some might deem it far too personal and rambling, just like most of the other numbers on here, it really has a very smooth and natural flow to it, with a catchy Roger-sung melody and great vocalizing on the chorus. To top it all, Pete squeezes out some particularly dreamy 'weeping' guitar notes, and did I mention the great bass swoops from John? Don't forget the great bass swoops from John, they deserve it fully. Especially the particularly great bass swoops on the coda - these are not just swoops, they're ZOOPS. True, patented ZOOPs from John's bass that any bass player would kill for.
Pete also mellows out (in a good way) on the gorgeous ballad 'Blue Red And Grey', which is an approximate equivalent of 'Song Is Over' without the overblown middle part. A pure Townshend solo number, it is still a classic. What makes it any worse than Lennon's 'Imagine', for instance? That's a question I'd be hard pressed to come up with an answer for. And what's that instrument he's playing? An ukulele? Wow. He really proves himself to be a true multi-instrumentalist on this album, man.
But the other ballads, unfortunately, are just OK ('Imagine A Man'; 'They Are All In Love'), and I don't quite dig Daltrey's tone on this album. Maybe he put a bit too much onto Who's Next and Quadrophenia, or maybe he'd been drinking, but somehow his voice just isn't that energetic any more. Lacks that kind of spark, you see. I suppose Roger was intentionally trying to get himself into the mood that Pete was in when he wrote these songs, because it would be really strange if you tried to sing a depressing or ultra-soft ballad in the patented Dr. Jimmy intonation. Nevertheless, Daltrey just isn't that suited to those intonations, and I miss the lionine roar of yore. Oh, well.
John contributes the decent 'Success Story' about his becoming a rock star, but that's about it. The video accompanying the song (a part of which you can see in the Kids Are Alright movie) was far more intriguing than the song itself, a rather pedestrian rocker with tired and bitter lyrics. And the saving touch of humor? The saving touch of humor is relegated to the jovial album cover where the band are depicted by numbers, indeed, and to the absolutely unexpected country excourse on 'Squeeze Box'. I love it, though, just 'cos it's probably the last funny song on a Who album. For some reason, it's one of the most hated songs in the band's catalog - many people somehow take it for a gross and banal offense when it should have been taken for what it is, a silly, funny, catchy throwaway with Pete proving himself to be a master of accordeon and banjo. That said, the song's selection as the main single from the album and subsequent apparition on hit packages is a rather weird phenomenon, I'll agree.
Overall though, The Who By Numbers is a serious letdown, marking the Who's transformation from a gritty, cutting edge ensemble brimming with innovation and creativity to a stagnated and unhappy unit. Of course, such things can't help but happen sooner or later, and the Who should be proud of themselves to have had nine years of cutting edge (not even the Beatles had as much - the Who are only second to the Stones in that respect), but still, whenever tragedy strucks, it's still a tragedy. Hey, don't you think guys with personal problems should be prohibited to write music? Oh, forget it. See, I'm writing this review in the middle of the night and I'm painfully searching for a bon mot to finish it. I just can't find anything, so let me just put a lot of dots and pretend I said something real significant .......................................................................................... ...................... There! Hope you get my drift!
P. S. Speaking about dots, have you ever tried connecting the dots on the front cover? This stuff actually works!

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WHO ARE YOU

Year Of Release: 1978
Record rating = 8
Overall rating = 13

An experimental album, but it shows a renewed interest in music-making.
Best song: WHO ARE YOU

Wow! Better! And how! Anyway, this album shows that guys can have personal problems and write great music all in one time! Pete has returned to his beloved synths, and maybe they said something nice to him, so he suddenly came up with a patch of beautiful musical ideas just when nobody was probably expecting anything else out of him. It's not that this album is good from head to toe. A couple of tracks still seem incredibly dull ('Love Is Coming Down', a rather unconvincing ballad which suggests that love was not the only thing coming down at the time) or dumb ('905', an Entwistle sci-fi tale of a robot which was intended for a soundtrack and it should have stayed right there, 'cos it sounds like belonging to a fantasy movie and not to a Who album), or both (the Gilbert and Sullivan parody 'Guitar And Pen', even though it does feature Daltrey quite prominently). But the rest is a definite upgrade (update? upstate?) from By Numbers. The title track is an absolute Who classic which is not that banal considering they didn't have no classics since Quad, and that was already five years ago! And don't forget 'Sister Disco' which isn't an epithete for Donna Summer but is rather a rude name for braindead fans. And what about 'Music Must Change' - a creepy little jazzy tune on which Keith couldn't play drums because it had too unusual a tempo, so they had to record Pete's footsteps instead? (Note, though, that Kenney Jones mastered it quite well in concert; be sure to check out the live version on 30 Years of Maximum R'n'B). And Entwistle's two other contributions are probably the last good songs he ever wrote, and I do mean both the overorchestrated 'Had Enough' and the overmetallized 'Trick Of The Light'. Where's that black humour, though? Instead of these jolly spiders and old misers and whiskey people and pervert uncles we get a robot and a guy trying to find out how good he is in bed. Berk! The only master of black humour in rock, and he threw it all away. Come to think of it, I don't think black humour is that prominent in rock music. It's either bright humour or no humour at all. Maybe they should start to put limericks to rock music? Why not? Oh, well, sorry for digressing, I just wanted to finish this little review of mine by saying that this was the last album they ever did with Moon. SPECIAL NOTE FOR ALL THE FREEDOM-LOVING PEOPLE: Keith Moon died of an overdose of sleeping pills, whether intentional or accidental, nobody is sure (just like nobody is sure about Hendrix or Morrison). Please don't spread the rumour that he choked on his vomit or drowned in a swimming-pool. You might get arrested for slander. And don't say I didn't warn ya!
Oh, yes. I forgot to tell you, actually, why this album is better than the previous one. It's because Pete bothered to write some melodies and managed to stay away from at least some of his personal problems. But then again, where would we be without Pete's personal problems? We wouldn't have no It's Hard, that's for sure!

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THE KIDS ARE ALRIGHT

Year Of Release: 1979
Record rating = 9
Overall rating = 14

A poorly conceived soundtrack album, but the previously unavailable live stuff more than makes up for it.
Best song: YOUNG MAN BLUES

Not exactly a greatest hits compilation - rather a movie soundtrack, but what with a lot of performances never released previously, this can count as an independent album. The song selection is somewhat peculiar, though. The movie (reviewed below) contained tracks not on the soundtrack, and vice versa. And the recent CD version bugs me because they decided to cut out the splendid medley of 'Join Together/Roadrunner/My Generation Blues' played on an exceptionally good night in 1975. Ever heard 'My Generation' performed as a slow menacing blues number gradually picking up steam? Totally fascinating! And with this stupid remaster, all that remains to you is grab the video. So grab it anyway!!!
Some tracks are also annoying 'cos they were all previously available. Well, I guess they decided to put 'Magic Bus' on 'cos it wasn't on any original LP except hits collections, and 'Long Live Rock' because it was on Odds And Sods which nobody was ever buying, but why put on the regular version of 'I Can See For Miles'? And, moreover, why leave these songs on CD and keep 'My Generation Blues' off? Whatever for??? I'm stumped. And the version of 'Happy Jack' here comes directly from Leeds... well, I admit it wasn't available in 1979, but for Chrissake it is now!! Bastards! Gimme my 'Roadrunner' right now! And why the hell did they decide to give us dismissable dung like that 1977 version of 'My Wife' from Kilburn, where both John and Pete were drunk beyond hope and Keith missed everything that was possible to miss? I'd bet you anything this was the worst performance they ever gave. 'My Wife' is often said to be a great stage favourite, with the crowds roaring in support of the trusty bass player, but you really couldn't tell it judging by this performance: it's a wonder they didn't just fall apart in the middle of the performance, because there are quite a few moments when the song transforms into virtually uncontrolled chaos. Then again, maybe it's wise to have something like that lying around just for comparison - to see for yourself what is really chaos and what is just an illusion of chaos.
Phew. That was hard. But these are only five songs. In compensation, though, you get a bunch of absolutely indispensable stuff that's so incredible I have no choice but to give the album a nine (remember what I said about all live Who albums as potential candidates for endless rows of tens?)
The early stuff, though often in crappy sound quality (well what could you expect?), shows that the Who were really developed as immaculate stage machines at a pretty early stage in their career. Thus, the Shindig show version of 'I Can't Explain', even if you hardly hear anything but the girls' screams and Keith's tremendous machine-gunnery, is notably faster and more fluent than the regular live version of the song as played around 1970 and witnessed on Leeds and Wight; 'Anyway Anyhow Anywhere' sounds even muddier, but I'm really impressed at how efficiently Pete was using feedback and playing all these sadistic tricks on guitar strings outside the studio; and the short, faithful-to-the-studio version of 'My Generation' is still fun - especially the bits of dialogue that precede it (taken from the Tommy Smothers show; you can see all that stuff in the movie).
The 'classic live years' contribute some stuff from Woodstock, which makes me all the more lament the fact that the performance is not yet officially available. The version of 'Sparks', in particular, is one of the most astonishing live Who tracks I've ever heard - this time, it is literally hard to believe there's only one guitar playing, because somewhere in one of the climactic moments in the mid-section Pete manages to have a feedback chaotic background AND play soaring lead guitar notes at the same time. Or was it John providing the background? Awesome. 'See Me Feel Me' is particularly impressive, too; you probably know that performance if you ever saw Woodstock the movie. Another little delicacy is an ear-splintering 'Young Man Blues' from the London Coliseum with Pete adopting a very bizarre, 'poisonous' tone for his guitar and playing some of the greatest blues solos I've ever heard. It's another definite highlight of both the album and the movie; if you haven't heard this version, well, you haven't lived. Sorry for the cliche. The song does demonstrate Pete's terrific abilities as a 'mad soloist', though - if you ever doubted it, his frantic lead work in between Roger's primal screams will shatter any doubt.
And, finally, two of the performances are quite 'recent': 'Baba O'Riley' and 'Won't Get Fooled Again' were filmed specially for the movie, in the summer of 1978, and the band made everything to be sure this would work. The performances are blistering - it's almost as if they knew it was going to be the last time they played together, and decided to give it their all: Pete adds flashy leads even to 'Baba', a song that never featured much soloing in the first place, and Roger's roaring on 'Fooled' is not less powerful than on the studio version. I'd bet you anything this was quite unlike the stuff they were... oh, wait. They hadn't toured since 1975 by then! (Except for that Kilburn horror, of course). One can only guess at how Pete kept all these block chords and jumps alive for three years when apparently the only thing he'd been doing was pouring booze into himself. Well, however much he boozed, there was no way out.
One last thing: if you're skint on money, skip this and buy the movie instead. This stuff is powerful enough to work without the video accompaniment, but when you get around to actually seeing this, Rock Nirvana is somewhere around the threshold.

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FACE DANCES

Year Of Release: 1981
Record rating = 6
Overall rating = 11

A rather lame attempt at re-whoing the Who, but at least it's not as bad as it is often considered to be.
Best song: YOU BETTER YOU BET

Without Keith, The Who foolishly decided to carry on with ex-Faces drum machine by the name of Kenney Jones and even managed to deliver some decent stage performances. However, the same cannot be said about most of their further studio output. Still, having read a ton of reviews that treated Face Dances as something worse than Puff Daddy (yeah, yeah, with all due respect, too), I was really very much amazed to see it ain't that bad. The biggest problem with this album is that it doesn't sound like The 'Oo at all. This seems to be your average keyboard pop - not the mighty synth delirium found on Quadrophenia, and not your guitar parade on Tommy. Pete rarely delivers a heavy rocker, leaving this prerogative to Entwistle. Unfortunately, that seems to be small compensation, since by that time The Ox's songwriting skill had atrophied with no hope for the better: 'The Quiet One' is just a hurried metal monster with no decent melody at all, and 'You' follows closely in its footsteps. Hey, maybe it's no coincidence that somewhere around this time he also ceased generating solo albums. The bass lines are still killer, though. Can't really argue with that one.
Pete's own compositions are little better. The album kicks off with the classic 'You Better You Bet' which is probably the last true Who classic (and as so, it duly closes off the recent greatest hits compilation. Or should I say - greatest hits copulation? Ha ha). Besides presenting us with an original melody and funny catchy singing by Roger, it has also some genuine sincere romantic moments somewhat capturing the old Who bandwagon. And 'Another Tricky Day' which ends the album in a pessimistic way borrows its main riff from 'I Can See For Miles', so it just can't fail. The rest is pathetic - sure, there's at least a pair of interesting moments in every song, but the effect is really miserable. Daltrey adopts that Gilbert-Sullivan wimpy tone which he was already starting to display on 'Guitar And Pen', and this makes such otherwise good songs as 'Daily Records', 'Cache Cache' and 'Did You Steal My Money' sound totally insipid. Still, the latter at least has a decent refrain; 'Don't Let Go The Coat' is gentle fun; 'How Can You Do It Alone' is a half-successful attempt at a post-Moon epic song; and overall, like I said, these songs don't sound nasty. They're just... OK. Don't be afraid to go out and buy this album, anyway.

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IT'S HARD

Year Of Release: 1982
Record rating = 4
Overall rating = 9

Tiredness and boredom all over this album. What happened to the mighty?
Best song: EMINENCE FRONT

By this time it seemed obvious that The Who have totally lost it: the stage performance had degenerated, Pete got into tons of nervous and drug breakdowns, and Roger and John finally let him go after cutting this bastard of an album. This time it's even worse. There are no Who classics here, and the best song, which is 'Eminence Front', isn't related to the Who sound at all: it's pure solo Townshend. It's nice, though: a good synth part originating from the likes of 'Baba O'Riley' interweaves with a cute little riff to carry along a message of... absolute boredom and being sick of the world. Sick of music, too, probably - the other cuts mostly aren't worth listening to. Entwistle hits an all-time low with three songs which sound exactly the same and that same is 'messy'. Degeneration at its most obvious. Where is the funny little monster doing 'Boris The Spider'? Ah, never mind. As for Townshend, he comes up with yet another nice synth line on the interminable 'I've Known No War', a banal rocker on 'It's Hard', a clumsy comedy number on 'Athena', and a so-so rip-off of his earlier ballads 'A Man Is A Man'. The rest are even not worth mentioning, ranging from banal lifeless opera arias ('One Life Is Enough') to dull war marches ('Cry If You Want'). As far as I know, the case wasn't a burnout: he was saving his better material for solo albums while leaving the scraps for the band. Whether he was intentionally pushing The Who's reputation into the toilet or it just came out by itself, I really don't know. You tell me. I overpaid for this album. Yet I'm not sorry - at least I'm able to present my humble opinion to all you cyberstriders out there so that you do not repeat my mistake. It's not the worst piece of music I've ever heard, but I've heard a lot, and I don't give a damn...

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WHO'S LAST

Year Of Release: 1984
Record rating = 5
Overall rating = 10

An unfortunate live album, it's clear that the band didn't have anything to do with it.
Best song: none. All are mediocre

What do you usually say when you have to pay for two CDs if their contents can be easily dumped together on only one? What do you say when instead of getting an adequate picture of The Who's farewell tour you get a 'Greatest Hits Live' package? What do you say when you are presented with a singer who can't make good use of his voice worth a crap? A drummer and a base player who are only in it for the money? A guitar player who wishes he'd be anywhere in the world but there? And, finally, a booklet praising this load of half-baked noise-making as being played on a fantastic tour? What would you say?
I guess... same as me. DAMN THE RECORD COMPANY!
Indeed, I doubt whether Pete or anybody else even listened to the mastertapes before releasing them. Like Chris Charlesworth said, Keith must have had rolled over in his grave. First of all, it does painfully sound like a second-rate 'Greatest Hits Live': the track listing practically defines the word 'predictable'. 'My Generation', 'I Can't Explain', 'Substitute', 'Behind Blue Eyes'... and these are only the first four tracks. It's easy for any Who novice to figure out the rest. The only big surprise is 'Twist And Shout' with Entwistle taking on lead vocals with a rather lame effect, and anyway the version on Isle Of Wight is better even if it is shorter. 'Doctor Jimmy' is a surprise, too, though it is hardly a highlight. The rest is hit singles played on the radio.
What's even more annoying, the quality of the performance really could be better. Daltrey's singing is purely atrocious! The guys who were selecting the material were probably descended from Quasimodo, because 'Love Reign O'er Me' is not just a shame - it's an unprecedented embarrasment, with Daltrey spluttering out the words as if he was dying from laryngitis. 'See Me Feel Me' and 'Baba O'Riley' also get ruined. It's not that he doesn't hit the right notes - he just doesn't manage to pull it off with enough force. And hey, I don't want to say he lost his voice for ever - as Join Together demonstrates, he still had enough zest left in him even after all those years. But take the lamest performance ever and make it an official release? Good God but these record people are frickin' idiots! Who in this stupid world of ours advised them to include 'Long Live Rock' which is such an overwhelming fuck-up that it's hard to believe Pete wasn't just pissing off his fans, like Dylan used to do? And if THIS was the best material they could find, I can't even think about how the worst one looked. Brrr!
Well, of course there are some things that redeem this crazy collection. The playing itself is not that bad: Pete even manages to come up with a couple of good solos (especially on 'Can't Explain'), Kenney is no Keith, of course, but at least he's professional and it's curious to hear Who classics played to a steady beat instead of that wild thumping; and John is John. 'Summertime Blues' is pulled off decently, too. And at least none of the songs are bad - they're all classics. See ya.

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JOIN TOGETHER

Year Of Release: 1990
Record rating = 7
Overall rating = 12

An effective reunion tour album. Buy it if you can't get enough of The Who - it's not bad.
Best song: LOVE REIGN O'ER ME

Ooh! Much better. After about seven or eight years the remaining members of the band thought it might be nice to make some easy money and offered the faithful this reunion tour. Its purely financial aim was obvious to everybody, and good ol' Pete even had the courage to openly declare it on stage. By that time he was already half deaf, played mostly acoustic guitar and relegated electric playing to one Steve Boltz who was a cool guy looking like a punk and playing like a heavy metal musician. The result is painfully predictable: lots of old Who classics are transformed into heavy metal fiestas, while Pete's guitar is hardly heard at all - which is a shame, since when he does get a chance to play some chords in silence, his skill with the acoustic, nurtured for years, becomes obvious. Besides that, the band is augmented by lots of cool dudes, like an enormous brass section giving the music a mainstream pop effect, three backing vocalists to relieve Pete of the necessity to make more efforts, piano wiz "Rabbit" Bundrick to take the place of the tape recorder, and two drummers as a tribute to Keith's abilities. This should have been as horrible as one can ever imagine.
But it isn't, strange enough, and I still don't know why. For a certain bunch of reasons I still prefer it over Who's Last. First of all, it has a nice package, and that's something: this time each of the two CDs is over sixty minutes long, so it's at least worth the money. Next: this isn't a "Greatest Hits Live" any more. The first disc is a complete performance of Tommy which you might laugh at, but you'd keep it in mind that it was still six years before the Isle Of Wight release and no live Tommy was available, so it should have been quite a reasonable move. The second CD digs heavily in the backlog, but you only get two or three evergreens, which are the closing 'Behind Blue Eyes' and 'Fooled Again', plus we have 'Love Reign O'er Me' once again, this time certainly to correct the mistake made on the previous live album - here Daltrey soars high like he's supposed to be doing, and even the banal brass section does not sound out of place. And the others? '5:15', 'I Can See For Miles', 'Join Together', 'You Better You Bet' - super! And Entwistle gets to sing 'Trick Of The Light' instead of the everpresent 'Boris The Spider'. Plus, we have some Townshend solo stuff - starting with 'Eminence Front' (well, I know it is a Who song, but it sounds solo to me), and continuing with some of his big hits like 'Face The Face', 'Rough Boys', and 'A Little Is Enough'. Great selection!
Finally, the performances are excellent (technically, I mean - like I said, lots of them sound nothing like The Who, and some sound rather like Metallica). Too excellent, in fact - sounding like a machine going on, but blame it on the backing musicians. Entwistle plays his fluent lines better than ever (check out the bass work on 'Sparks' and 'Trick Of The Light'), Pete even conjures a couple old tricks on 'Fooled Again' where he agrees to pick up the electric, and this time Daltrey made sure not to have any more problems with his voice: Tommy goes off splendidly, and the rest is even better. This is an enjoyable album, believe it or not. It's just that there is absolutely no reason to buy it if you haven't heard everything else. But it's really entertaining to hear these versions - for a change. And I like the symbolic album cover!

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HIT PACKAGES
THE WHO'S GREATEST HITS

Year Of Release: 1983

A bizarre compilation. There's been a lot of better ones, and I'm primarily keeping it because it has 'The Relay' - a 1973 single featuring yet another Lifehouse outtake. It's a nice wah-wah driven rocker, though probably not one of Pete's better contributions to the project. However, calling it a 'hit' would be too much of an honour, since it flopped. The other cuts are quite predictable, yet there are horrible gaps here which make this collection seem absolutely miserable. There's no 'I Can't Explain', no 'I Can See For Miles', no 'Pictures Of Lily', no 'I'm A Boy', no 'Baba O'Riley', no 'See Me Feel Me' and nothing from the last two albums, not even 'You Better You Bet'. Simply horrible! What did MCA have in mind? And they didn't even use up all the space on the disc! Some fine 'Greatest Hits' these are! Don't, don't get it even if you're offered it for free. Instead, be sure to grab...

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MY GENERATION - THE VERY BEST OF THE WHO

Year Of Release: 1997

...this fantastic collection! God, they couldn't have made a better selection in a hundred years! Well, I was somewhat disappointed by the lack of 'Love Reign O'er Me', but I just cannot think of any more corrections! Of course, such a great band as The Who cannot be adequately represented on one CD, but if you're a novice or just an amateur, don't even think about not getting this. Twenty songs which highlight every significant period in the band's career. Here you will find the bunch of early singles that made them so revered among punks ('I Can't Explain', the earliest block chord festival; 'My Generation'; the cock-rock hymn 'Anyway Anyhow Anywhere' with Daltrey actually sounding good and Pete celebrating feedback), the classic mid-Sixties art rock ditties (the pretty 'I'm A Boy' is the first ever attempt at a mini-rock-opera clocking in at about 2:40; 'Pictures Of Lily' combines beautiful falsetto vocal harmonies with grungy guitarwork while depicting Pete's early experiences with masturbation; 'Happy Jack' is the most ingenious childish tune I've ever heard, outmatching even McCartney's efforts at a similar effect; 'Substitute' is, well, one of the greatest songs ever written); the weird psychedelic stuff from the late Sixties ('I Can See For Miles'; the classic Bo-Diddley influenced bus trade epic 'Magic Bus'; 'Pinball Wizard'; the desperate 'Seeker' set to a wonderful heavy riff the likes of which can be found on live 'My Generation' medleys played around 1969-70); the Lifehouse stuff (besides the obligatory 'Baba O'Riley' and 'Won't Get Fooled Again' you also have two later singles - 'Let's See Action', a so-so rocker with Daltrey at his best, and the unification hymn 'Join Together' which is a trillion times better than the somewhat similar mid-section on 'Song Is Over'); Quad is decently represented by '5:15', and the later stuff includes 'Squeeze Box' (not bad), 'Who Are You' (even better) and 'You Better You Bet' (thank God they didn't forget it!) Entwistle is represented by 'Boris The Spider'; I lament the absence of 'My Wife', but, like I said, you can't dump everything onto one CD. An incredibly shattering experience, and it totally eliminates the need for the early classic singles collection Meaty, Beaty, Big, And Bouncy. By the way, I've always wondered about the title. Does it refer to the four members of the band? In which case, Pete is probably Bouncy, Keith is certainly Beaty, John is probably Meaty (he always seemed to me the fattest of all before Keith started gaining weight as well), and Roger is Big - for no particular reason at all.
Anyway, like I said, I cannot actually imagine a better song selection. 'Let's See Action' is one of the weaker numbers, with Mr Bouncy adding stupid vocal anti-hooks at the end, but then again, it is otherwise only available on rarities compilations. 'Squeeze Box' could have been replaced by 'Dreaming From The Waist', but at least it was a hit single, which 'DFTW' wasn't. Otherwise - rock on, buddy!

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VIDEOS
TOMMY

Year Of Release: 1975

A movie. Not a very good one, but worth taking a look. Roger is starring as the kid himself, and his acting is quite fine. Keith is impersonating Uncle Ernie, and nobody could probably beat him at it. Other band members appear only sporadically. I won't give away the whole cast here, especially since I've forgot a lot of names. Suffice it to say that Pete has completely rearranged all the songs, expanding the sound with the synthesizers, and for the most part the arrangements are crappy - but this is probably not very significant for a soundtrack. The singing is mostly done by actors, and it's even more horrible. Ann-Margaret (Mother) and Oliver Reed (Lover) sound particularly out of tune. Only Roger, as usual, does a great job.
The story is re-written, too: thus, 1921 is replaced by 1951 (with World War I substituted by II), the Lover kills the Father (and not vice versa), etc. Some annoying new songs and sequences are added. The highlights are 'Pinball Wizard' (Elton John is acting and singing this one), 'The Hawker' with a great Eric Clapton and the closing 'See Me Feel Me'. You might want to get this film either if you're a hardcore fan or even if you just like Broadway musicals - in fact, this film is an obvious link between the original record and Pete's nowadays Broadway version.

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THE KIDS ARE ALRIGHT

Year Of Release: 1979

The best rockumentary I've ever seen. It's not just because it features the best live band in the world. It's just because it should be a model for every rock film director who wants to make something really entertaining. Practically every chosen live performance is spectacular - from the early stuff, like two 'My Generations' (from Monterey and the Smothers Brothers show), both ending with guitar crashes, through the classic years (the breathtaking 'Young Man Blues' with Pete in excellent form and the Woodstock stuff; see the review of the soundtrack above), the 1975 tour ('Roadrunner/My Generation Blues' with Pete in excellent form) and the final performance filmed specially for the occasion ('Baba O'Riley' and 'Fooled Again' with Pete in excellent form). All of these are sure to chain you to your seats, but there's much more to it - bits of hilarious interviews, important information, some lip-sync performances, some early musical videos (I especially love the promo for 'Happy Jack' and the edit piece for 'Cobwebs And Strange'), and everything is done to embrace virtually every side of the band - the ferocious rockers, the intelligent crowd-pleasers, the silly clowns, the sad intellectuals. Personally, I feel some of the more serious stuff is underrepresented (there is not even a single trace of Quad in the movie), but maybe that's just what they wanted - to have a good laugh and some mighty ass-kicking. And they succeeded admirably - the movie doesn't seem dull even for a single second. If you're ever planning on starting a rock videotheque of your own, this MUST be your FIRST buy. Run! Don't walk!

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QUADROPHENIA

Year Of Release: 1979

Pfoooey. The bastards! I had such high hopes! The original Quadrophenia was a great conceptual album, with an inner 'message' of love and peace, using the mod backgrounds of Brighton beaches simply as a canvas, with songs like 'Dirty Jobs', 'Cut My Hair' and 'Sea And Sand' being pretty links between the real centerpieces such as 'Punk And The Godfather', 'Is It Me (For A Moment)?' and, of course, 'Love Reign O'er Me'. The movie forgets about this entirely. It is nothing but a story of a mod, taking the surface elements of Townshend's concept and totally and uncompromisingly discarding the others. OK, so they do feature excerpts from 'Love Reign O'er Me' in the movie, but it sounds completely out of place there, especially considering that the next thing that happens after they play the song is Jimmy driving his bike into the sea from the rocks. 'Dumb' is too soft a word to describe this piece of misguided shit. Even though it features Sting. I have only one question to ask: why the hell is it called Quadrophenia when the subject of 'four personalities' isn't even mentioned anywhere throughout the movie? It's like calling a film 'The Three Musketeers' and eliminating Athos and Porthos for technical reasons! Anyway, the music doesn't fit in anywhere at all, it just sounds like coming from another world. I dumped it onto the back shelves after watching it once and I'm not going to do it again. Not even for a hundred pounds! YEEEK! And it features The Who as 'executive producers'! Go figure!

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WHO'S BETTER WHO'S BEST

Year Of Release: 1988

An hour-long video destined to accompany another one in an endless line of hit packages. It adds little to Kids, cuz many tracks are just slammed off of that one, and they sound worse, too. The big news is: some interesting early footage, mostly lip-synched ('The Kids Are Alright', 'I'm A Boy', full versions of 'Substitute' and 'Pictures Of Lily' which were briefly shown in Kids), but some live ('My Generation'). Plus, there is a great live version of 'I'm Free' from the London Coliseum (this unhappy, but great performance ended up being dissected onto three videos) and a passable version of 'Magic Bus' from Amsterdam, 1972. Not essential, but highly recommendable to novices who are not used to The Who's live sound.

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THE WHO LIVE FEATURING "TOMMY"

Year Of Release: 1989

This is the video of the reunion tour shot in LA, and some of the performances here even made it to the official Join Together release (notably 'Love Reign O'er Me' and some Tommy tracks). The old Who energy still shows itself sometimes, but for the most part Townshend's leaps seem almost parodic, and overall you'll be greatly disappointed - this, for once, is a performance which is more enjoyable without the video presentation. Even worse, Pete has invited lots of 'guests' to sing on Tommy, some of which are good (Patti LaBelle on 'Acid Queen'; Elton John on 'Pinball Wizard'), but some just profanize the piece (Billy Idol as 'Cousin Kevin' - the jerk!; Phil Collins as 'Uncle Ernie'). Thanks goodness, none of these 'guests' were featured on the album. The second part includes some evergreens which are not found on Join ('Substitute', 'Boris The Spider', 'Baba O'Riley'), but they're inessential, too. Aw, skip it.

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30 YEARS OF MAXIMUM R'n'B

Year Of Release: 1995

I haven't got the box set which this video is destined to accompany, but that's no big problem. The video is great, though! Of course, it pales next to The Kids, which is no surprise since everything does, but it is still a great job. It is exceptionally long (more than 2 hours 30 min.) and, unfortunately, has its dull moments: especially near the beginning, where the performances are not that entertaining ('Anyway Anyhow Anywhere' and 'So Sad About Us' suffer from terrible quality, while the Monterey version of 'A Quick One' shows they haven't yet mastered it as a great stage number by 1967) and near the end (three numbers from the infamous reunion tour just don't seem that good after all the prime stuff, and 'Love Reign O'er Me' from Shea Stadium is little less of an embarrassment than the contemporary version on Who's Last). The rest, though, ranges from magnificent (the 1969-70 stuff: a vigorous 'Happy Jack' from the London Coliseum, three terrific performances from somewhere in Michigan in mid-1970, especially 'Water' which overshadows the Isle Of Wight version; and two numbers from the Isle of Wight itself, which you just have to see, especially Pete doing his windmills on 'Young Man Blues') to very good ('Dreaming From The Waist'; some numbers from the 1974 Charlton show) or just enjoyable (a loyal 'My Generation' from Amsterdam, even though the sound is not very great and Pete seems slightly off his head). Almost an hour is dedicated to post-Keith performances, and the 1979 Chicago numbers are very strong, showing us that they did manage to pass on without Moon after all and the problem was with Pete and not with the drummer ('Music Must Change' is especially impressive, with Pete pulling off some truly emotional solos and directing the 'musical storm' to a shattering climax). In all, if you're a Who fan, this is an absolute must for you, along with Kids. But don't get it if you're only beginning to get into The Who, cuz it might just bore you at first - after all, one hundred and fifty minutes of The Who just will not be OK for just anybody.

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LISTENING TO YOU - LIVE AT THE ISLE OF WIGHT FESTIVAL

Year Of Release: 1996

If you're in the process of comparing the freshly bought audio release of the concert with your trusty Leeds copy and feeling rather sceptical about it, don't hesitate to pick up a copy of this (rather rare - I was lucky to get it in Italy) video. The only existent official recording of an 'entire' (see my complaints below) concert in the Who's prime, it is totally shattering. I guess it goes without saying that the Who are a band that have not only to be heard, but to be seen just as well. If you haven't seen the video versions of 'Young Man Blues', with Pete going totally berserk over his guitar, or 'Shakin' All Over' with same Pete shakin' all over with same guitar, or 'Water' with Keith juggling his sticks, or 'See Me Feel Me' with the blue lights pursuing the audience, you won't really understand what the phenomenon of the Who meant for the late Sixties. I mean, the snippets and extracts found on the videos listed above are okay, but this is the real thing. The sound quality, of course, is inferior to the CD, but that's how it usually goes with videos: on the other side, the listeners' noises nicely stress the 'audience participation' element which is totally missing on the album. And the camerawork is excellent (read: Daltrey's mane is far not the only thing that gets in the view). In all, the video is an absolute necessity for any Who fan and far beyond that.
Unfortunately, real Who fans will be disappointed by the edit work. The songs' order is changed (Tommy is relegated to the end of the tape, when in reality it was stuck in the middle of the show; 'Summertime Blues' and 'Shakin' All Over' have unexplainably changed places), and what's even worse, lots of the songs are cut. Tommy suffers the most, with almost none of the songs left intact: there's only a short bit of 'Hawker', for instance. I particularly grieve the loss of 'Amazing Journey' and 'Sparks', the key element in the whole presentation. The framing sets are also shortened: we're deprived of 'Substitute' and 'Naked Eye', the solos on 'My Generation' and 'Heaven And Hell' are cut, and 'Shakin' All Over' loses an entire verse. The bastards! Moreover, lots of screen shots are substituted, so you're often tricked into thinking you see what they sing when in fact you see what they sung five minutes ago. WHY? The best guess would be that the tapes are partially spoiled; but in that case, why do I get the chance to observe an intact version of 'Naked Eye' on the Message Of Love video (dedicated to the entire festival, also a great buy, by the way)? The idiots! They went and repeated the standard mistake - the tape won't eliminate the need for bootlegs, it will only increase it. Now that the common fan has the video, he'll be painfully searching for a bootlegged full version - until he gets it, of course. Why are the record and video businessmen nothing but a company of brainless jerks?
On the plus side, on the video you get a couple bits that have been (also unexplainably) left off the album: in general, these are short extracts from Pete's solos, like on 'Young Man Blues' and 'Water', plus an extra verse in 'See Me Feel Me'. And there's some extra banter as well. So, with a little hard labour and patience, you could make yourself a CDR which will look real close to a complete version of a concert. Maybe these recording guys weren't jerks anyway - all they were trying to do is present you with a delightful puzzle.

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APPENDIX: SOLO PROJECTS

As might easily be supposed, Pete Townshend had a successful and rather important solo career after disbanding the Who (actually, it started even before that /in/famous moment). I have reviewed what few albums I have by Pete on a separate page, hoping some day to bring it to completion. The funny thing is that all the other three members of the band also had solo records: Entwistle scored a few moderate successes in the Seventies, but kinda fizzled out at the beginning of the Eighties (it's no surprise that the material he recorded on the last Who albums was significantly below par: he simply ran out of gas); only in the Nineties had he somewhat reassembled his skills. Daltrey had several solo albums out, too, mostly atrocious, but I just can't resist these cheap copies... anyway, keep in mind that Roger was a next-to-none songwriter and his output is easily the most dismissable of all the band members. And finally, don't laugh at me, but Keith Moon also had a solo record out...


TWO SIDES OF THE MOON
(released by: KEITH MOON)

Year Of Release: 1975
Overall rating = 9

Probably only interesting from a historical perspective; but lovers of Keith won't really be disappointed.
Best song: TOGETHER

Roughly speaking, this is the first and the last Keith Moon solo album. The grim thing about it is that he actually knew it would be his last one all the way through, and he actually says 'first and last' in the very contemporary radio promotion spot, included here as one of the CD bonus tracks. Another grim thing is that you can actually see Keith fading away on this record. You'd probably expect a raunchy, debauchery, totally loony listening experience, something along the lines of 'Cobwebs And Strange', right? And in a certain way, this is what Keith was trying to present on this album, chock-full of various silly things and songs of all genres that fitted Keith's personal tastes, performed sloppily, but with enough passion, sincerity and humour to somewhat redeem the lack of experience.
But something doesn't really feel right about the record - from the very beginning. Just look at Keith's face in the car on the album cover: sad, gloomy and utterly melancholic. And yeah, the back cover of the record, where Keith sticks his naked buttocks out of the very same car, is the typical naughty Moon, but the very contrast can't help leading me to the thought that, at that late point in his career, Keith was merely faking it. The album itself was recorded at the tail end of 1974, at a time when Keith teamed up with John Lennon and Ringo in John's famous 'Lost Weekend' - a desperate, self-exterminating celebration of booze and debauchery in L.A., where they spent most of their time getting drunk to hell and getting thrown out of bars and restaurants. I suppose the process was just mindless fun from time to time, but usually it was just sad and stupid (John later referred to this period in his life as a real nightmare). And everything that they did served only one purpose - to mask the mid-life crisis and the disappointments in the guys' personal lives. John and Ringo managed to recover, though; Keith never did.
I really felt a need to go into these details, because Two Sides Of The Moon should really and truly be perceived in the context of what was happening during the recordings. Taken out of context, the record is a complete, absolute, undescribable failure. Just like Bill Wyman and Ringo himself before him, Keith had adopted their 'big-band' formula: billions of session players, loads of donated tunes (Keith has no songwriting credits at all), and an overall 'trashy' atmosphere that, in a perfect world, would result in a forgettable, but enjoyable one-listen record.
Unfortunately, Keith managed to blow it on several counts. First, his singing is horrible. It's not that he can never stay on key (sometimes he can't, though): but it's obvious that it takes him a lot of efforts to do so, and thus, when he takes on some 'classic' cover tunes, like the Who's own 'The Kids Are Alright' or the Beatles' 'In My Life', the results are laughable: he carefully evades lengthy notes, smoothes out all the edges and often ends up reciting the lyrics rather than singing them. Second, he doesn't even drum on his own record: I'm pretty sure that the drumming on 'Kids' is Keith, but for the rest of the tunes he handles the drumming to session players - altogether, there are seven different drummers on here, including Ringo, Jim Keltner and others I don't know. I guess this has something to do that Keith recorded most of this stuff in such a drunken state he couldn't even hold the sticks; a more modest explanation would be that the songs were mostly recorded live, with little or no overdubbing, in which case Keith simply couldn't sing and drum at the same time. Anyway, I'd say that listening to this record pretty much equals to listening to a bunch of accapella Jimi Hendrix numbers or to a Robert Plant instrumental album. Third and most important, though, the 'donated' tunes are often worthless, with little entertaining value at all. Sure, there's enough variety to have a little something for every taste, but somehow Keith manages to leave me unimpressed ninety percent of the time.
The plain old-fashioned rock'n'roll is stubbornly generic: 'Back Door Sally' manages to produce a little steam as Keith virtually screams his head off, but 'Crazy Like A Fox' is a tune so dumb that it hardly has any reason to exist at all, and I can't really understand why anybody should be really interested in hearing Keith strut his way through John Lennon's 'Move Over Ms L' when we all can easily prefer John's own version, now commonly available on the John Lennon Collection. Neither am I particularly fond of Keith's take on retro-Fifties pop like 'Solid Gold' (only barely interesting due to the complete fool that Keith makes of himself on that one) or Jerry Lee Lewis' 'Teenage Idol'. His take on country pretty much defines 'banal country fodder' ('One Night Stand'; at three and a half minutes, it's way too long for me), and the rendition of the Beach Boys' 'Don't Worry Baby' makes me cringe so much I actually reach out for these funny little surf covers on the bonus part of the Who's A Quick One.
Essentially, when you sort out all that dreck, you're left with... nothing. Nothing at all, unless you count Keith's whacky gospel rendition of 'In My Life' as a serious artistic statement. It's actually moving, I'll admit, and in the light of Keith's demise it's more than that - a highly emotional, touching confession, so I'll refrain from sneering at that one; I'll just say that Rod Stewart certainly took his inspiration from this album when he recorded his own version (now that's not a compliment to Rod Stewart). So the honour of being the best track on the record falls to the kitschy reggaeish number 'Together', written for Keith by Harry Nilsson, but having a fishy Lennon-ish look to it (especially these soaring strings - can anybody remind me which Lennon tune they're ripped off? I got amnesia!) Keith's friendly, highly idiotic chatting with Ringo at the end of the track is the best moment, though. Hmm.
The funny thing is that the bonus tracks on here, excluding alternate versions of 'Teenage Idol' and 'Don't Worry Baby', are actually better. The radio promo is wonderful, in the best traditions of Keith's humour; and the four slightly sleazy pop songs that come after it easily beat out anything on the record itself. 'I Don't Suppose' is heartfelt; 'Real Emotion' is engaging; 'Naked Man' is extremely weird; and 'Do Me Good' is such a blatant rip-off of 'Power Cut' from McCartney's Red Rose Speedway album that it's interesting in any case. Rip-offs are always interesting, whether you intend to discard them or not.
In any case, I would certainly only recommend this record to desperate Who fans in search of more product. Virtually it has absolutely no reason to exist and I don't even know if it managed to satisfy Keith's ambitions as a Solo Artist or not. But it makes a funny, listenable tribute to the Greatest Keith Moon Style Drummer Of All Times, and all the humour contained therein is probably enough to justify its existence if you love Keith as a personality, not just as an important drummer. And by all means get the CD release with bonus tracks: the old version only gets an eight.

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DALTREY
(released by: ROGER DALTREY)

Year Of Release: 1973
Overall rating = 7

Don't believe that lion mane! It's a Leo Sayer record sung by Roger Daltrey!
Best song: ONE MAN BAND

There's no obvious answer to the question - why would Roger want to start a solo career at all? Usually, second-rate band members release solo albums when they have something to say. For instance, they might be decent songwriters whose efforts are significantly or totally ignored by the band's leaders (John Entwistle; Bill Wyman). Or they might just want to display their radiant personalities (Ringo Starr; Keith Moon). But truthfully, I simply don't see any reason for this record, the one that jump started Roger's solo career. Of all living people, he obviously made the worst possible choice and teamed up with Leo Sayer. Yeah, I know Leo wasn't a full-fledged fluff rock star by that time, but that doesn't mean his songwriting and cheesemeister instincts were any less developed.
Results? Daltrey is an album so full of cheese and so devoid of musical ideas or, in fact, any genuine sincere joyful excitement, that it belongs in that wretched bin where all Leo Sayer records should be thrown one by one. Sayer wrote the majority of these tunes (I seem to remember he later recorded some of these on his own records, but I'm not sure since I obviously don't have them), while the rest was written by Sayer's piano player. The band is mostly nameless, with the one exception being violin player Dave Arbus on some of the tracks - it's the same dude that's responsible for the crazy jig on 'Baba O'Riley'. Not that I care - all the instrumentation is as bland as possible, based on simplistic acoustic guitar strumming, watery two- or three-chord piano melodies and generic MGM orchestration. Sometimes it seems to me that at least half of the songs rip off Lennon's 'Imagine' (check out the intro to 'You Are Yourself' if you're wondering), and the other half utilises exactly the same pair of chords that are used by mediocre singer-songwriters who bother only about pretentious lyrics and never bother about diversifying the musical accompaniment. And I can't even say that the lyrics on here are interesting.
What's even worse is that Roger himself doesn't seem to be doing a lot on the album. After all these years of wailing and roaring along with Pete's waves of feedback, he suddenly feels like dumping it all and humming out a set of forgettable, often astonishingly sappy ballads. And it's amazing how feeble and shakey and unskilled his vocals suddenly become: either I'm just not able to represent Roger without his trademark 'YEAAAAH!', or he's a really limited singer when it comes back to 'toning down'. The second variant seems more preferrable to me - no wonder Pete sang all these cutesy little ballads on Sell Out.
The album begins with an okayish acoustic pop rocker, 'One Man Band', that has enough naive charm to not make you squint and squirm, and next minute it quickly dives head first into Lake Crapola. Particular lows include 'You And Me', an overdose of saccharine where Roger painfully tries to imitate a tender falsetto but fails as his vocal range just isn't that suitable, or the Hollywoodish piece of schlock 'When The Music Stops' that sounds more like Mantovani than Daltrey. Maybe none of the other tracks are that bad, but that's small consolation. 'Giving It All Away' managed to even be a hit, God knows why (well, maybe I shouldn't ask - weren't the Carpenters and the Osmonds at the peak of their popularity at the time?); the song is based on a dance-pop melody so trivial and stupid that it only accounts for the total lack of taste of the general record buying public at the time.
A little comfort comes from 'Thinking' and 'Reasons', two more mediocre ballads that at least manage to break away from the totally cliched structure of the album by displaying a little energy - Daltrey unexpectedly comes to life on both, and the powerhouse drumming on 'Thinking' and lively electric guitar solos on these songs at least bring in some half-hearted deviation from the formula. Not that there's anything special about these songs, of course, but they could make acceptable background listening. Also, the CD re-issue of the album includes a ridiculously overblown bonus track - the generic gospel number 'There Is Love', which will at least comfort you in that Roger does a little howling and roaring on the song, as should be expected from a generic gospel number. But on the other side, isn't the perspective of Roger singing gospel a little frightening?
Frankly speaking, I don't even understand why it was so necessary to 'completely remaster' the album and proudly stick this information on the front cover. No amount of remastering can bring it to life, and everybody but rabid Who completists are warned: stay away, unless you dig Leo Sayer, too. Although I must confess, I kinda like Daltrey's portrait on the front cover. Almost looks like Marc Bolan, doesn't he? And if you turn it over, you get a good, detailed overview of his lionish mane which he apparently hadn't straightened up since nineteen sixty-eight.

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