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Music Reviews
July 28, 1993
For the uninitiated, Dick Dale was one of the first surf rockers to emerge from Southern California, predating Brian Wilson & Co. (aka the Beach Boys) by a couple of years. I originally discovered Dick's recordings while studying for the bar exam -- his screaming guitar runs were a needed antidote for the arcane refinements so revered by the Committee of Bar Examiners. Like Brian Wilson, Dick also had major career clashes with his dad. In the mid '60s, Dick gave it all up and moved to Hawaii, where he started raising tigers and other wild animals. Dick has since retaken residence to California, and has rediscovered the stage (a summer series of live gigs is underway). With his awesome reverb and stunning arpeggios, Dick is one of the most potent guitar players in rock (and certainly one of its most distinctive). Scott Mathews, Dick's producer on Tribal Thunder, boasts that the "drums were captured with room microphones and no extra outboard gear was used. What you hear is meat, blood, and room ... Digital schmidigital." Absent an introduction to Dick Dale, your appreciation of rock's roots is not complete. Tribal Thunder is a welcome homecoming, and well worth a listen.
In the early '80s, Maria fronted Lone Justice, a critic's favorite from Los Angeles. When Lone Justice failed to live up to its billing, the band broke up and Maria released a self-titled solo album. When the solo release stalled on the charts, Maria retreated to Ireland, where she has lived and regrouped during the last few years. You Gotta Sin To Get Saved is a diverse, if sometimes meandering (and overproduced) collection of rock and pop songs highlighting Maria's pipes. This is one of those albums that has to be listened to a few times to be appreciated. After awhile, her vocals grow on you and you can overlook the lack of musical focus. No great shakes, but possibly a portent of the future.
Buy Some Records -- The oldest (and lamest) excuse for not buying new releases is "I'm so out of it. I just don't know what to listen to any more." This is self-defeating crap. Take some initiative. Who's got the buying power -- you or some burger flipper (no offense to the burger flippers of this world). Don't let teenyboppers control our pop culture.
Part of the problem is point of sales ("POS") information. In the old days, record sales were based on subjective oral (and notoriously inaccurate) reports from record stores. Nowadays, POS data is used to measure record sales. This explains why country music has suddenly become such a force. Country albums were selling all along, but nobody reported them. With POS reports, it's impossible to ignore the sales. There's confusion in the marketplace, as consumers and record companies are adapting to the suddenly revamped Top 100. Here's a simple tip (and I have lots of record buying tips). Go to the record store once a week. There's plenty of new releases. Give a listen to what's being played in the store. Look for the featured releases. It's not that hard. And here's a bitch. CDs cost too much. When record companies eliminated the wasteful longbox (which was one of the dumbest marketing ideas ever), they raised the price of most new releases by $1.00. Now, the report was that each longbox cost the record company $1.00. So when you couple this savings with the price increase, record companies just increased their profit margin by $2.00 per release. This pisses me off. We're in a recession. Prices should have been lowered, not raised. It's a ripoff. -- Randy Krbechek Copyright (c) Randy Krbechek Design by David Anand Prasad and Idea Co. |