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Billy Eye at -- April 16, 1981 --
ORDER THIS SHIRT!
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"I
think the only way we can be big in America is by accident" "Accidents
will happen." Billy Eye here. I had great expectations before the XTC, Wall of Voodoo, Hazel O'Connor concert at the Hollywood Paladium Saturday, April 4. Many of those expectations were fulfilled, some were not. Let's go with that . . . Lead
singer Stanard Ridgeway's banter with the audience was uncalled for-
provocative, entertaining, occasionally awkward, somewhat Las Vegas-y,
often right on target, a welcome addition to the set, a respite from
the intricate and intense musical barrage. Ridgeway even made a sarcastic
reference to the fact that XTC would be showing films on a screen
behind the band during their show. (Wall of Voodoo
was recently lambasted by a local critic for showing obscure, unrelated
films before the group's set. Sounded like a good idea to me.) Wall
of Voodoo quite simply have their shit together; if you like
their recorded music, you will love them live.
Not
so, unfortunately, for XTC, the night's headliner.
Quite a bit of XTC's music I find very pleasing, energetic
new wave pop. But what sounds good on vinyl, sounds sloppy and looks
pretentious live on stage. Dressed like Paul Revere and the Raiders
throwbacks, XTC came on stage to a thunderous ovation,
a thunder that dissipated like all short spring showers. While Wall
of Voodoo has obviously made great investments of time and resources
to make their concerts as polished as possible, XTC
has taken the road of least resistance. Weak, bare, sloppy arrangements
and performances prevailed. I really wish I could say something good,
I suppose their take on the new single "Respectable Street" almost worked.
Even
hearing that the band was back onstage for an encore didn't bring most
people back from the lobby. Of course, not everyone was put off by this
lackluster performance, but then you can fool some of the people some
of the time...
I
could write another six paragraphs just on the audience, a mixed bag
of different types- surfers, punks, pre-teens - 80% boys - that helped
make this evening the fragmented event it was. That's the influence
of heavy rotation on KROQ I guess. KROQ is dominating
the young radio audience in LA, or starting to anyway, and airplay on
K-ROCK will pack the clubs at night with, well, the kind of people who
listen to K-ROCK.
I'll
just wrap up with this advice. If you like XTC buy
their albums, you will most likely be disappointed by them in concert.
On the other hand, if you haven't seen Wall of Voodoo,
you are in for a treat.
The
Decline of Western Civilization has finally opened in the Valley
and can be seen at the Sherman Theatre on Ventura Blvd. in Sherman Oaks.
This superb documentary chronicles the lives of the people who helped
created the punk scene as it came to be - it's Germination if you will
- along with a lot of degenerate activity on dispay.
And
now I'm pleased to re-introduce the provocative and ever evocative Judy
Zee. . .
The
Pop is one of those bands that you feel is going to give the
audience a good time. I recall how very relaxed and 'at home' they were
on the stage last summer. Growing up as spuds in the LA scene, they've
been popular for three albums worth of material, and I just recently
viewed them at Mme. Wongs West on Wilshire in West
LA.
MMW's
upstairs audience react rock-joyfully to this new wave macho-funk. The
Pop can follow the basic meanings. This is club music, 4/4-blue
collar- with lyrics sung of their image, and experiences 'on the scene'.
The Pop plays barroom, in-town music.
Cross
Van Halen with The Knack's PR; add Tom Petty's
song styling with a lot of volume and non-sensical sounds and you've
got The Pop. No snap, no crackle. Da kids are all right
now, and can be packaged so neatly as to receive the General Mills Seal
of Approval. As on a box of Rice Krispies, for the children that were
out on this Saturday night seem to be enjoying them. All in all a good
show for a dead lifestyle.
The
show at Mme. Wongs West was well-balanced and the music was well-coordinated.
Their arrangements are just enough which, surprisingly is much of their
formula. The precise, logical arrangements move complimentary to each
other to build up that full pop crescendo. Before lead singer Roger
Prescott finishes off each tune, the crowd rejoices.
The
Pop look and sound happy together, which spreads to the audience
who love them, but what could they be celebrating? Just love the way
they make so many songs out of the same three cords with different timing.
The influences on style are respectably funk, such as Otis Redding
and Tufs Stufs Roots, quite apparent in "Still Waiting"
which stirred a humming dancefloor. The
bass player plays his blond Fender precision bass through an acoustic
research amp. The guitarist (they lost original guitarist Tim McGovern
to The Motels) plays both a 12-string and g-string
Richenbacher. Drumming strong, jazzy; bass study-almost black.
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I
missed Hazel O'Connor's set, which is a shame because
she is very popular in Europe. Of course, so is Jerry Lewis. The posters
plastered all over Hollywood read, "introducing Hazel O'Connor' - that's
inacurate because many Angelinos are familiar with her name. Hazel
O'Connor can be seen in the film "Breaking Glass", a pseudo
punk rock 'Star is Born' that's been playing around the West LA area
late at night. I haven't seen the film myself, I confess, so I guess
Eye am destined to continue missing Miss O'Connor, but perhaps I can
make up for it by mentioning her name four times in one paragraph.
Wall of Voodoo delivered a technopunk performance that
far exceeded anything I had envisioned. A common criticism of many rock
bands by fans is that the live performances of songs rarely sound like
the studio versions. (I prefer live tracks, myself.)
This
is one complaint that can't be leveled at this group. I thought it would
be too much to ask of this new LA band to come up with renditions as
good as those heard on their excellent EP now on sale from IRS records.
I was wrong. The songs, flawlessly performed; embellished by the fact
that they were being performed live so fully. This band has obviously
found its distinctive sound, has meticulously arranged their tunes and
deviates very little from them. No sound, no instrument was missing,
even songs as complex as Wall of Voodoo's version of
the Johnny Cash hit "Ring of Fire' and their own "Can't
Make Love", the band's lament to bi-sexuality.
XTC
Frantic
lead singer Gerardo Velasquez with his quirky band Nervous Gender
and the always fantastic, straight ahead and textural Gun Club
will play the Brave Dog Saturday, April 18.
Filmed
in 1979 and 1980, concert footage of The Germs, Circle Jerks, Black
Flag, X and more LA greats makes this film unmissable.
Madame (Ester) 
