Monday, January 10, 2011

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Welcome to Blood Gun Club


In an article in 1982, Lester Bangs lapidary crucified the Gun Club: "A dull Attempt to punk robert johnson blues. Ben there, once will not hurt, it was all wrong. Because if there was a little bit of logic, the Gun Club would also be recognized that, at random, the Stooges and the Clash.

There have always been renovators blues: everything has been called the British blues boom from 63, Captain Beefheart, Canned Heat, Allman Brothers, then in the 80's Gun Club, Stevie Ray Vaughan Nick Cave, Spencer Blues later, and finally the White Stripes. But there are different ways of conceiving, music suggestive at first, Spartan, any tension, the blues came through Clapton, Allman Brothers and others to a mere excuse for demonstrations of bravery guitar; Cream, for example, great band when he walked away from it ("White Room ", " Tales of Brave Ulysses ") was the most calamitous when he gave the Blues "authentic" (and this version of castrated " Spoonful "the great Howlin Wolf in" Fresh Cream "). Nothing like that at the Gun Club.

When released in 1981, "Fire of Love" had to happen like a miracle. Because at the time, it's really not joy; Dylan made his Christian rock, Neil Young made techno (...), black music is almost dead (with the notable exception of Prince and Chic) and we see this happen drum sounds bloated (battery is actually saying a lot since we only hear the snare drum), these stupid low and disgusting these keyboards everywhere. Oh, and sax solos that make you laugh today. All these icons of previous years, there's little that good Bruce and Tom Waits who did not appear next to their pumps. One can imagine the relief felt by everyone that arrives when the stampede General Gun Club, all things considered, is the major group of the day (Who else?).

When the Cramps, who dedicate Jeffrey Lee Pierce " For the love of ivy ", then draw a degenerate version of rockabilly (although I always found the Cramps at best and it's fun stopped there), returned to the Gun Club ancestral blues, it mixes with the violent urgency of punk, inventing something totally new.
The first two albums ("Fire of Love" and "Miami"), are really hell, full of off-center blues, sexy, angry, too, all dominated by the voices of Pierce, incredible, not nice for a cent , screaming, blame, great. Looks like a bad Tom Verlaine. Even the covers are legendary. The production, which ruined the three-quarters of the album at the time, here is impeccable. The sound is playful, the super chick guitar slides, the rhythm section, straight and tight. And anthology titles enchainent to each other, whether pickup sound of Tommy Johnson, Leadbelly ("John Hardy "), Robert Johnson ("Preachin the Blues"), Creedence including rock swampy clearly traumatized Pierce or the latter's own compositions, navigating between obscenity delighted " Jack on Fire" and incantations of envapées " She's like heroin to me " or "Watermelon Man," forgetting not the passage of scouring mythology blues ("Ghost on the highway," "Devil in the Woods").

And when engaged in some morrisonneries (that's me. It's bad but that's me) is great ("Fire of Love", the gigantic "Mother of earth "and the hoots of slide guitar," Brother and sister "). Moreover Jeffrey Lee Pierce also shared with Morrison taste for "erratic behavior" a little bigoted euphemism, meaning he came on stage drunk. And as Morrison in his best days (that is to say when he was very drunk and very funny), he indulged in endless soliloquies drunkard, in which he most often abused the public. I would have liked to see it.

Next comes "The Las Vegas Story" which some prefer to produce more robust and cleaner than the previous two. In the end, it does not matter so much, the compositions are always so stunning (the stoogien " Stranger in Our Town " acoustics "secret fires " "my dreams" "Give Up The Sun" ...) and times (a haunted version of "My Man's Gone Now" from Gershwin's "The masterplan "Free jazz of Pharaoh Sanders) still reflect a knowledge of music quite monumental. From there, life becomes a big Pierce anything from personnel changes, hepatitis, and various addictions, what's gangrene ... "career."

I have not listened to the following albums but it seems they are the first three need be (I just chop "Miami" and "Las Vegas Story", it's been awhile since I had not been also happy to buy a cd). I would listen to others and I'll talk if it's worth it. Later, Jon Spencer Blues (several albums have been reprinted recently) and the White Stripes will not forget to pay tribute to predecessors whom they owe so much. Even if Jack White seems very healthy view of what was crazy Jeffrey Lee Pierce.


Vianney G.

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