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VARIOUS ARTISTS
Live From Planet Ska, The Best of British Ska Live
--Sean Murphy
FU MANCHU
The Action Is Go
THESE FOUR WHACKED-out stoners, including a couple ex-members of Kyuss, could've easily filled the bill as house band for the cast party to the '70s-parodied teen flick Dazed and Confused. Mix equal amounts heavy Blue Cheer guitar thunder and toss in some excessive wah-wah pedal melodramatics reminiscent of Sir Lord Baltimore, and the Fu Manchu brood will step past the smelly bongwater spilled by the nimrod extra who didn't know how to inhale and couldn't hold his liquor. Produced by White Zombie guitarist J. Yuenger, The Action Is Go tackles similar musical terrain as White Zombie if they trade in the cult horror/exploitation movie homage for redneck stock-car worship and drugged-out outer-space imagery that covers everything from out-of-control rocket-fueled dragsters to creepy interplanetary contact. Bombastic otherworldly rhythms not for the faint of heart, and certainly not unlike the fuzz-laden metal of Orange Goblin and Monster Magnet. Feast your sensory devices on the smell of nitro-fueled funny cars careening down a "Burning Road" toward death and destruction. The ultra-funky Bootsy-like bass slapping of Brad Davis propels "Guardrail" into terminal road hog bliss, and the gargantuan Godzilla stomp of "Laserbl'ast!" brings your worst sci-fi nightmare to monstrous reality. --Ron Bally
PEARL JAM
Yield
WHEN THE KFMA-FM Saturday night jock labeled Pearl Jam "freakin' idiots" at 7:30 p.m. on January 31, it was a sign of the times. Not only did said pinhead's epithet get uttered within mere hours of the Seattle band's first Monkeywrench Radio live broadcast of '98, it illustrated why the myopic radio format known as Modern Rock is due to slide down the poop chute faster than a take-out plate from Los Betos. Don't get me wrong: I think KFMA is great. Just the same, biting the hand that feeds you without any semblance of context--in this instance, the jock dissed Pearl Jam for the holy sin of not listing song titles on the CD and thereby making his job tough (despite the fact that the titles are in fact printed, and in the correct order, on promotional copies)--is rather inelegant, as Modern Rock arguably wouldn't exist had it not been for the emergence of bands like Pearl Jam. More to the point, Eddie Vedder & Co. have it within their grasp to take things, radio included, to the next level, if only the talking heads will shut up and listen. Yield is a powerhouse set, 48 minutes' worth of pure, classic rock-and-roll venom. Dig: from lead single "Given To Fly," which channels vintage Who so effortlessly you'd swear that Daltry had re-donned his fringed vest and Townshend had rewired his hearing aid; to the swaggering '70s glam-crunch of "Faithfull" [sic]; to the gossamer swoon 'n' drone of the balladic "Hiding," even to the bizarre electro tones, robotic riffing and goth-choir vocals of "Do The Evolution," clearly, Pearl Jam has more on its mind that maintaining the illusion that grunge is alive (or even matters). These guys plug into something far more timeless--and mark my words, they'll be around long after local radio stations have been bought, sold, and reformatted. --Fred Mills |
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