I'm normally very careful when bin diving. I always check the vinyl, and while I'm more forgiving about the jacket and liner (if it's even there at all), yesterday I was in a hurry because the store was closing.
The vinyl looked like someone had used it to polish concrete. Undeterred, I cleaned it anyway, hoping for the best. I made it through "Diddle-Daddle Day." This was not prog rock. It was a kids' record, but the narrator's voice kept nagging at me until it finally clicked.
Dean Jones.
Dang, Dean Jones.
Still, the record was pretty much unplayable, and I just couldn't do it with the constant barrage of clicks and pops. I hate throwing things away. I spent a dollar on this, dagnabbit. I may keep the jacket just in case I need it in the future.
At this point you're either looking at your watch or wondering what the heck is going on. Well, let me tell you. Hang on just a little longer.
The album underneath the aforementioned Nazareth album was Angel City's 1980 release Face to Face. This was an album I'd seen before but frankly had no idea what to expect. It had a cool cover, and a hard-to-forget one at that. The band, known as The Angels in their native Australia, had initially released Face to Face in 1978. When it was released by Epic internationally, it was re-sequenced and included tracks from the band's earlier releases.There must be something in the water down under. Face to Face is crunchy three (sometimes four) chord rock that at times bears more than a passing resemblance to their fellow countrymen AC/DC. From what I've read, they landed their first record deal on the recommendation of Bon Scott and Malcolm Young. Heck, they even had Vanda & Young credited on the album jacket as production consultants. Those two were behind a lot of the early AC/DC releases.
However, this isn't like listening to Rhino Bucket or Airbourne. Sure, they have crunchy, in-your-face hooks, but they're more diverse than that, moving comfortably between hard rock and new wave—yeah, new wave. There's organ on some of them there songs (I wrote that on purpose, channelling my inner Richard Meltzer - he didn't make sense a lot of the time either). I'm actually rather surprised I hadn't been exposed to this before now. This stuff is making the little hairs on the back of my neck stand up.
Doc Neeson, as a singer, has a great snarly swagger, propelled by the Brewster brothers (John and Rick) on guitar. It's a great combination. Graham "Buzz" Bidstrup on drums and Chris Bailey on bass keep everything in the pocket. The whole album is a great listen.I'm going to keep an eye out for more of their stuff. I'll be careful to check and make sure the record on the inside matches the jacket. Fool me once, shame on me. Fool me twice, and it just proves I'm an idiot.
In case you're curious - no, I didn't throw out poor Nathaniel. I put it back in the Nazareth jacket and filed it beside Loud 'n' Proud.
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