Both guitarists are overflowing with invention here, with Kirwan as the perfect harmonic foil to Green's breathtaking melody lines. Much the same can be be said about the much shorter Kirwan instrumental, "World In Harmony," which follows. It perfectly captures just how close the two guitarist had grown musically, now capable of soloing in unison as well as triggering off each other.
The next two songs provide Jeremy Spencer a showcase for his celebrated Elmore James-style workouts. Here, the band provides solid support while Spencer sizzles on slide guitar, first sinking his teeth into a ripping "Red Hot Mama" before settling into the the tasty relaxing groove of "Got To Move. Following Spencer's showcase, Green is ready for more experimentation and the group begins improvising.
This next piece of music has never been heard before, not even on circulating live recordings of this era. It unquestionably has the sound of the Then Play On era sessions, but is utterly unique and may have been a work in progress that was ultimately abandoned. This features a wonderful call and response section between Green and Kirwan and another fascinating performance. Green's more introspective side is also on display here and his guitar playing is wonderfully expressive. Here it is extended to nearly three times the length of the studio recording.
Fleetwood and McVie, along with Spencer adding additional rhythmic support on congas, provide a propulsive backing that inspires yet another heavy rhythmic based jam from Green and Kirwan.
Spencer then steps back up to change the set's texture with his reconstruction of Elmore James "Stranger Blues. Following this Peter Green addresses the audience directly and introduces "Albatross" by stating "This song always brings great peace to everybody, including me. This is a perfect example of less is more, with Green playing wonderfully delicate lead over the song's infectious floating groove.
His restraint, combined with Kirwan's perfect unison lead lines make this performance even more touching than the original. There is zero superfluous playing here and Green squeezes deep emotion out of every note. With merely a second of downtime afterwards, they close the set with a new composition, one that would soon go on to be a defining moment in Green's career, "Oh Well.
Plus, he's got a good voice, and this, coupled with a few more sound effects like Fleetwood's trademark tambourine assault on 'Revelation' or nice vocal harmonies on 'Bright Fire', really makes the tunes somewhat pleasant and well, consolating to listen to.
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Welch would get better eventually, with more fire and more hooks coming out of his system, but on Penguin he is definitely cruising on autopilot. Unfortunately, I couldn't say as many good things about vocalist Dave Walker. Why they decided to get him in the band is beyond me. Sure, he's got a good voice, but so what? With both Welch and Christine McVie accomplished singers, why did they need a third guy who didn't even play guitar?
Beats me. Maybe Welch couldn't pull off a rocker? Now of course Walker can pull off a rocker, but what rocker? The stupid cover of Holland-Dozier-Holland's 'Roadrunner' that they decided, for no obvious reason, to slag on the album? Yeah, it's the one that ends in a stupid harmonica jam that goes on for eternity, with the rest of the band trying to support a sweaty arena-rock atmosphere with their backing vocals.
To no effect, of course. This ain't a rockin' album - for Chrissake! It's half pop half prog. Rather like Abacab. No, no, forget that, it's just a stupid joke.hanbemana.tk
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There's no synths or drum machines for miles around on Penguin. Anyway, I was speaking of Dave Walker; his only self-penned composition on here is a strange, banjo-driven but totally non-country mystical love song called 'The Derelict' for probably the same reason Mark Prindle decided to dub people writing reviews for him 'the A-OK Gang', in other words, because sometimes one just doesn't have anything else to do. Needless to say, the song is a piece of prime garbage. At least the band did a good job by firing Walker right after the album's release.
All of this leaves Christine McVie, and she comes up with four compositions, probably her best up to this point and quite comparable to anything she wrote during the 'Golden Age' of These are short, keyboard-and-drums-driven pop love ditties, memorable, catchy and intriguing. Not to mention her voice that is truly unique: it manages to sound both feminine and masculine at the same time, if you know what I mean. My favourite tune is 'Dissatisfied', with its bouncy rhythm certainly paving the way to that Clinton jingle, but both 'Remember Me' and 'Night Watch' all qualify.
They rule! They sure sound just like any average upbeat Christine McVie song should sound, which is rather formulaic, but fortunately, that average sound is in fact above average. Chris must have been extremely happy, as she was the only band member to have truly benefited from the lineup perturbations: with Kirwan out, Welch not yet having reached his zenith and Walker a complete songwriting dud, she gets to dominate this album like she never ever did before and would never do after four out of nine tunes credited to Chris? Hand over the royalties! Yup, the only low point besides the Walker crap seems to be the closing instrumental 'Caught In The Rain', said to feature Peter Green on guitar acoustic rhythm, actually.
I don't know whether it was an outtake or whether Peter really joined them for the sessions, but I really don't care: it's boring anyway. Sounds close to Green's guitarwork on 'Oh Well', but that one was moody and dark, and this one is just boring and complaintive. At least it's short and it doesn't spoil a truly enjoyable album. If you're able to cope with Welch's dreamland, of course. Unlike most of the others that took a really long time to digest, I've acquired it only recently, but it managed to impress me on first listen.
It's even more surprising considering the background against which the record was released and toured to: constant bickerings among band members, Weston's affair with Jenny Fleetwood and his subsequent firing, and Welch's heavy drinking not that the others didn't enjoy a good sip now and then, too. This is Weston's second and last album, and he's not very prominent on it, apart from some fiery solos on the heavy numbers. Instead, this is Welch on parade, and there's also Christine McVie's debut as a solid, full-fledged member of the band: she gets five of her compositions on here.
But it's certainly not a rehashing of the old Bare Trees leg. The obvious aim was to make a diverse record, so the experimentative atmosphere makes most of this really fresh and exciting, if not always successful. Oddly enough, it is not Christine who is responsible for the experimentation. Having already developed a steadily working pop formula, she just writes one solid, commercial love ballad after another, some rather lightweight 'Just Crazy Love' - and hey, I'm not using 'lightweight' as a negative, but isn't that one kind of song that denotes 'lightweight'?
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All of these songs are utterly enjoyable, if not terribly original. And, funny enough, if you listen real attentively, you'll notice that Christine's musical growth did not pass without contact with the other band members - 'Keep On Going' sounds exactly like it could have been written by Welch the melody, in fact, is almost the one used on 'Revelation'; the lyrics, of course, are one hundred percent McVie. You gotta respect that attitude. But the album really belongs to Welch in person.
In fact, it's extremely intriguing to see the guy go through several stages of maturation, from the naive, bizarre and boring prog rock imitations on Future Games to the really clever lyrics and curious melodies of Mystery.
The album opener, 'Emerald Eyes', could easily trick you into thinking that Bob has finally settled on banal love songs with uninspired melodies. He hasn't. Except for this passable tune which still ends up growing on you due to its romantic, relaxed and dreamy mood - did I just sum up Welch's life credo? Besides reggae, funk and prog, you'll also find your basic hard rock in the Led Zeppish 'Miles Away', with Weston doing a Page-style echoey guitar solo - a very convincing one, at that, sounds like something Page would have eagerly inserted in the middle of a forty minute long 'Dazed And Confused' jam.
There's also some really rockin' heavy blues in 'The City', with an odd guitar-synth line distinguishing it sounds not unlike Townshend's solo on 'Going Mobile' ; and, most strange of all, the cover of 'For Your Love' - yup, the same 'For Your Love' that was the best tune ever done by the Yardbirds. Here it is taken at a slightly slower pace, so it can't surpass their version; but it is nevertheless quite a worthy effort, with superb harmonies and a really tight performance. The only thing I don't understand is why the hell did they need a cover on this album. Then again, even the Stones kept putting a cover on their albums now and then.
You never can tell with rock'n'roll stars. In any case, 'Hypnotized' and 'The City' are a couple of outstanding numbers, and not just outstanding, "awaystanding" as well - both illustrate two absolutely different sides of Welch, the thoughtful one and the hard-rocking one. In fact, Bob had never been as pissed off previously as he seems to be when he's singing 'The City', a blazing bluesy condemnation of the evils of Big Apple, and the song still stands out in my memory as the angriest that Fleetwood Mac ever got in their career.
The fact that keeps me puzzled all of the time is how Welch managed to finally make a transition out of his 'lethargic' period and create such a bunch of entertaining melodies that don't bore you to sleep. Then again, same thing happened to Kirwan several years ago. Maybe there was some kind of hidden influence exerted upon the guitarists by the trusty bluesy rhythm section? You know - come on boys, stop picking your guitar as if it were a lyre, get a little blood flowing, and so on?
Unfortunately, both Kirwan and Welch also shared a nasty thing about them: just as soon as they were starting to pick up steam, they usually got fired. This was Welch's next-to-last album with the band. Grab it while it's still hot! It has their coolest album cover ever! An easy 9 for it! The usual argument against Bob Welch goes like this: 'he never did manage to gel with the band'.
Considering the fact that the only other creative member in the band for the last two albums and for this one was Christine McVie and the other formerly creative member, Danny Kirwan, had a style extremely close to that of Welch , the argument sounds a wee bit incorrect. So the formula has to be re-worked as 'he never did manage to gel with Christine McVie'. But you also have to remember that during the first half of the Seventies Fleetwood Mac were a band whose main definition was 'not knowing where to go', being equally torn between Welch's prog ambitions and Christine's 'sweet' sound.
So it's really hard to tell who exactly didn't gel with whom. Considering that Welch was always the dominant songwriter, I'd say we'd have to rework the formula again: 'Christine McVie never managed to gel with the band's early sound'. Now we get it straight. Why am I digressing so much? Well, see, never is the contrast between 'serious' and 'sweet' so strong as it is here. The album's title, Heroes Are Hard To Find , derives from Christine's title track, a pleasant little ditty about how it's hard to find a good lover.
However, taken together with the album's cover, the phrase quickly changes its meaning: the defective gentlemen in underwear and tennis shoes on the front cover, with miserable little children clinging to their hands, probably symbolize the weakness of this world and the fact that heroes are, indeed, hard to find the word 'hero' probably defining a person whose ribs don't show out.
I don't know whether the idea of the cover belonged to Welch, and I'm also not sure whether I get it right, but the effect is certainly quite natural.
You get the album and think it must be their response to Dark Side Of The Moon , and then you hear the title track and Might well be. Great album? Certainly not. Welch's lyrics have matured, sure enough even though he manages to still embarrass himself on the Jon Anderson-style 'Coming Home' ; unfortunately, the atmosphere is nowhere near as experimental as on Mystery To Me. Maybe it had something to do with Weston's departure - this is the only album they recorded with just one guitarist, and this deprives us of energetic solos.
Maybe with something else - the band's problems they'd just liberated themselves from a band of impostors sent on the road by their manager in view of the general chaotic situation within the group as a whole or their personal ones drinking, for instance: McVie is even pictured with a bottle on the back cover!
I wouldn't want to guess. But the fact is that Welch had gone back to his formula - lethargic noodlings set to one and the same 'dreamy' melody with melancholic singing. All of this stuff we'd already had on Future Games and Penguin , and who wants more of the same?
Give me 'Hypnotized' or 'Somebody' over this recycled waste any time o' day! It's so unusual that it draws your attention. Some face is saved on two other Welch tracks: 'Silver Heels' is just as dreamy, but at least it's a bouncy pop number with some groovy notes to redeem it, and 'She's Changing Me' is arguably the best song on the album; with a different set of lyrics it could have been easily misunderstood for a late period Mac song. Had they appeared on Mystery To Me , they'd have significantly added to the diverse atmosphere; here, they rather remind me of 'excusatory' tunes, included only so as to remind us that Welch did know how to write catchy songs.
Only he didn't like doing it, that was his problem. The worst blow comes from Christine, though. Now I know it's very hard to draw an exact line between banality and genius when we're speaking of pop music, but her numbers on here rather speak of banal than of anything else. Yup, she was really a heck of a talented songwriter, but it's apparent that the patchiness of these songs wasn't to go away until the coming of her concurrents in the 'classic' Mac lineup.
Being invigorated by Stevie Nicks, she wrote some of the band's best songs; being invigorated by Bob Welch, she wrote songs that ranked from passable okay Mystery To Me to hardly listenable crap, as on here. A weak, passable album which you certainly don't need if you're not a diehard fan and already grabbed yourself a copy of Mystery To Me. Funny enough, they expected it to rise high on the charts. It didn't. What a surprise. Eventually, this led to Welch quitting the band. Which finally brings us to the moment you've all been eagerly waiting for. A somewhat unsecure, but still fascinating debut album displaying flashes of genius; maybe it was just recorded a bit too quickly.
Christine McVie's contributions to the album are mostly in the same style as on the previous ones, but this is the only true link. No more dreamy Bob Welch 'serious' tunes: the band goes totally 'pop', with Buckingham's pop rockers complemented by Nicks' pop ballads. The few 'serious' fans that the band still had left have probably evaporated into thin air, but the band didn't care: with their first 'new' album, they have certainly secured themselves a thousand times as much fans as they had lost. Of course, in order to do that, both John McVie and Mick Fleetwood had to betray their blues roots, and I still can't understand the developments of the trusty rhythm section.
Were they so desperate in their search of commercial success, or were they so fed up with blues and 'prog' tunes? You tell me, I won't even begin to guess. Whatever be, the band was certainly aware of the fact that they were beginning an entirely new life. This is probably why the record is self-titled. You don't really imagine to what extent this muddles up the discographies. The Hollies did the same thing with their and records, and it's disgusting, because you never know what album you or somebody else are speaking about.
Apart from that, Fleetwood Mac is a very good, somewhat innovative and obviously well-written, noteworthy album, but not without its flaws and a certain percent of filler. Personally, I feel it was recorded a bit too quickly after Heroes all the future Mac albums would take at least two years to be completed , and the band still hadn't had time to gel. The songwriting is more or less evenly split between Christine McVie, Buckingham and Nicks, and all of them are starting to near their peaks but not quite reaching them, except maybe for Nicks.
This "pre-perfect" status, however, isn't explainable by any general faults or flaws - on the contrary, the general styles are well-established and flawless. It's within the individual compositions where the rub lies: I realize I'm being a little subjective here, since we're always on less trusty territory when dealing with individual songs, but hey, most of them are fab anyway, so why quibble when you can just agree with my quibbles?
Who's the reviewer on here, goddammit. Okay, enough ambitions - let me take them writer by writer and see all the pros and cons. First of all, our old friend Christine McVie is still in her Heroes vibe, which means that most of her numbers are bland to the extreme, and I don't see any particular reason why they should be preferred to anything she put out earlier. Okay, one reason - she is acquiring more and more skills as a melody-writer, and the arrival of Buckingham marks an obvious improvement of the production, which means that even if the melody doesn't work for you, the little arranging tricks will.
What about that marvelous 'tee-da-dee-da-dee-da-dee-da-TING' crystal acoustic line that follows the opening lines of each verse in 'Over My Head'? Not to mention the song's unbelievable catchiness itself. Somewhat worse are Chris' two other contributions - 'Sugar Daddy' seems like a weaker imitation of 'Say You Love Me', maybe it has a wee bit more full-fledged arrangement, but the chorus seems to be forced and heading for a dead end instead of brilliantly resolving itself into something like " As for 'Warm Ways', that one's way too mellow for me, hell, whatever, Chris is almost predicting the basics of Nineties' adult contemporary.
That 'forever, forever now' almost seems to be coming out of a romantic moment in Santa Barbara. Nicks distinguishes herself even more than Chris. Come to think of it, it was her only chance - she was only accepted as a band member under the threat of Lindsey not joining at all. So she contributes the most memorable number - the mysterious ballad 'Rhiannon' which already displays all of Nicks' trademarks: mystical lyrics, slightly acid-tinged voice and a standard, but catchy pop melody actually, the riff of the song is the best on this record - did Stevie really think about it herself?
I bow down for her if yes. It's certainly good, though not as good as the similar 'Dreams' on Rumours. Her other ballad, 'Landslide', is a beautiful piece of acoustic bliss - once I was so blind as not to notice the hooks, but hey, time heals all the wounds and all the silliness. But unfortunately or fortunately - whatever, aren't we supposed to be talking objective here? I still can't understand why this is so often supposed to be a highlight.
It has, like, one or two chords - just an ultra-slow, monotonous folkish acoustic shuffle with moody organ in the background. Fleetwood Mac were never an atmospheric band: even if atmosphere was a necessary part of the charm of some of their numbers, mostly Stevie's 'Dreams', for instance, can't be enjoyed unless you dig in that atmosphere , they never managed to get out on atmosphere alone, always complementing it with memorable guitar lines or quirky catchy beats.
No memorable guitar lines or quirky catchy beats here - so 'scuse me. Gotta admit it, though, the ending is pretty tasteful - I like the way Lindsey's acoustic swirls contrast with that organ. Even so, already at this point Lindsey is definitely the most self-assured and creative writer of the three.
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He manages to churn out a couple of punchy, danceable and truly enjoyable rockers, such as the opening 'Monday Morning' which sets a good tone for the entire record, and an obscure cover of an obscure outfit, the Curtis Brothers, called 'Blue Letter' that's become a stage favourite since then. The honour of closing the album goes to him as well, and he sure doesn't let the band down: 'I'm So Afraid' may not be truly outstanding in the melodical sense, but it gives the album a slightly darker and menacing edge: exactly the thing that was needed to compensate for McVie's sentimentalism.
In concert, the song would become a real showstopper and an incredible showcase for Lindsey's guitar playing abilities, but hear me rave on that one later on. And on 'World Turning' co-written and co-sung with Christine , Lindsey even gives a hint at his rock'n'roll abilities, engaging in a lengthy but not overlong rock jam with the rhythm section. In any case, Fleetwood Mac , despite all my complaints, is still a first-rate pop album - not glossy perfection like Rumours , of course, but then again, some prefer it that way. And the new version of Fleetwood Mac was really eager to prove the world that it was yet early to lament the death of poppy melodicity.
An ideal pop record with next to no flaws - it's so immaculate that it's almost terrifying. I'm perfectly aware that everybody is sick to death of this album due to its best-selling status and state of overplayedness on the radio. But me, I wouldn't know, and furthermore, the argument 'this song is crappy because it's overplayed' is totally invalid. Real works of art don't lose any of their objective value because of overexposure.
Neither do Rumours , certainly the peak of Fleetwood Mac's career, both commercially and artistically. Just like the Beatles a decade and a half before them, they suddenly discovered a way of writing really exciting pieces of music evoking the word 'genius', on one hand, and making them easily adaptable, on the other. In this respect, Fleetwood Mac created a real revolution, and together with the Sex Pistols, they might be called the most groundbreaking groups of Of course, both of them weren't true revolutionaries at all, merely re-creating some earlier breakthroughs on a new spiral level - if Fleetwood Mac were the Beatles of , then the Sex Pistols were its Who.
The revolution was also shortlived, because most of the 'power pop' bands inspired by Mac turned out to be cheap imitators, and even Mac themselves couldn't hold the same level for very long - unlike the Beatles, they couldn't do any better than Rumours. Nevertheless, the album deservedly remains a milestone in classic rock and might be one of the last minor masterpieces ever Where do I really begin with this album? As usual, the songwriting is split between the three main 'graphomaniacs' no, no, just a little humour here , so let's discuss the ladies first.
Whatever complaints I may hold against Christine McVie, there is no doubt that her contributions to Rumours are among her most miraculous creations ever. I voted for Yeltsin! And her three love ballads sound nothing like the boggy, all-too-identic kind of sentimental slush that marred so many of her earlier compositions.
It also has a steady, disco-ish beat a very rare thing for Christine and features a nice rock solo from Lindsey. Finally, 'Oh Daddy' is a genuine love complaint with one of the most beautifully sung refrains ever. Apparently, Christine had gained quite a lot of skills from Lindsey and Stevie, and her divorce with John added a faint streak of sincerity to her work, just as the same thing happened to Stevie and Lindsey themselves they broke up almost as soon as they joined the band.
Verily and truly, Fleetwood Mac must have been a bane for all lovers! She mainly secures her 'Rhiannon' style: 'Dreams' is even weirder, with her slightly hoarse, 'magic' voice doing wonders to the song, and 'Gold Dust Woman' is certainly the record's 'groovy' number, with Stevie croaking out totally incomprehensible lyrics over a breaking and stuttering swampy melody - and, strange enough, it works, even though I'm often left wondering why the song evokes visions of medieval cemeteries in my mind.
Hope that's not the case with you. Anyway, good songs. Maybe as good or even better than Buckingham's 'Second Hand News', which sounds very close to 'Monday Morning' but which is actually better because it has some tremendous acoustic playing and a lot of silly happy noises. Tremendous acoustic playing? Not as tremendous as on 'Never Going Back Again', a little bluegrass excursion with a little tricky riff that amply demonstrates Lindsey's talents as a guitarist. If you ever thought Fleetwood Mac were nothing but a well-oiled commercial machine churning out lifeless, faceless bubblegum, take a listen to this one and you'll be cured instantly.
I bet it's the only song from the album that's never broadcast on the radio although I admit I'm really taking a wild guess here. In fact, the entire album's so strong that it's very hard to pick out one favourite tune. I guess I'm going to take the band anthem 'The Chain', for several reasons, I guess. First of all, it's one of the most unhappy songs on here, and who needs a happy song as a favourite?
Second, it's angry and menacing, and this brings it closer to 'rock'. Third and most important , it's simply beautifully constructed, and the harmonies on the refrain 'you would never break the chain But that's just me talking. I might change my mind tomorrow. Enough of that. I hate talking about great albums. An album is only worth reviewing when it has some bad sides and some good ones. A great album is like a smooth rock - there's just nothing to put your foot into. In compensation, I might only say that, great or not, I don't listen to Rumours that much - after all, it's nothing but a power pop album.
It might have 'a little bit of real emotion', but there's too few real substance in it for me to induce it into my Top 20 or something. In other words: if I can't cry over a record, it ain't worth it. It sure is worth a listen, dammit! Have you listened to Rumours a hundred times already? What are you waiting for? Go and get your money's worth! A tasteful record indeed, and very close to Rumours, but there are just too many songs Best song The worst thing about this record is the length.
It's a well-known fact that short songs usually make for a better single album than long ones. However, stuffing a double album with twenty short songs can prove to be a real pain. Of course, the Beatles pulled it off not counting 'Revolution 9' , but both the Stones and the Who failed at the attempt Exile On Main Street is patchy, while Tommy is marred by the 'Underture'. And if even for the giants of rock and roll the task proved to be a truly difficult one, then what can be said about Fleetwood Mac - a band with quite a lot of verve but far less substantial?
These twenty songs are mostly good, and some of the material ain't any worse than on Rumours , but the length drags it down, and rare were those moments when I was able to sit through the entire piece in one sitting I guess that's just the reason for which the album was despised by the critics: long, long and Because the individual songs are mostly strong.
I'd say that Nicks is approximately on the same creative level as in but more prominent ; Buckingham has even improved, with most of these songs being even more funny and exciting than on Rumours ; and only Christine McVie is at a slump, stagnating and even retreading. But let us make all this more clear, okay? Lindsey is the main hero of Tusk , of course. While the girls were still dreaming in their idealized romantic world and the 'trusty rhythm section' was probably just boozing away, Buckingham was on the lookout, carefully listening to the different types of music in the outside world.
After all, this was the heyday of punk and New Wave, so somebody should have been on the lookout. In the end he came up with quite a bizarre collection of half-baked tunes, along with a couple blistering pop anthems, that are evidence of a not too bright, but smart and agile Musikmeister trying to stay commercial so as not to lose money and become experimental so as not to lose the good name all in one time. None of his tunes go over four minutes that's important , and some are downright shorty, like the 'primitive' rockers 'The Ledge', 'What Makes You Think You're The One' and 'Not That Funny', with punkish three-chord melodies, ridiculously loud drumming and fast, almost raunchy rhythm.
Of course, none of these songs are really rock tunes, but that doesn't count, they're quite entertaining. Apart from that, however, Lindsey shows that he didn't change his qualification: 'Walk A Thin Line' is a charming, moody, dreamy anthem, and 'That's All For Everyone' has the most stunning arrangement of vocal harmonies on a Mac record.
And 'Save Me A Place' is the most emotionally resonant piece on the album, even more so than any of the girls' pretty, but fake ballads. Funny, with its acoustic rhythm section and insecure singing style, it kinda reminds me of 'Knockin' On Heaven's Door' - was Lindsey intentionally imitating Dylan? The strangest song on the album is also Lindsey's, and that's the title track. I wouldn't call it 'psychedelic', but it's close. More exact would be its description as a 'weird sonic exploration': there are a couple countryish rhythms with a little bit of lyrics and the word 'Tusk!
Releasing this as the first single from the album certainly gave a totally misguided portrait of the LP because none of the other songs are like that. I guess it also accounts for some of the critics' hatred. On the other hand, this was certainly a brave and audacious decision on the band's part: obviously, they just didn't want to seem predictable, and for that even sacrificed some of their commercial glamour. Now the girls' material is, well, iffy at the least. Nicks is highly prominent, getting five numbers of her own, but they're so patchy it's even annoying.
The worst is that one slowly realizes she can't really pen a good melody: all of these five songs are just discoish zero-tone tracks, and the only thing that saves them is a decent, sometimes brilliant level of performance, and Stevie's magic, hypnotizing voice - when she uses it in full force, it's mesmerizing the hit 'Sara', 'Sisters Of The Moon' ; when she doesn't, it's unbearable the boooooring 'Storms'.
Lyrically she's still riding the 'mystical ballad' horse, and third time around it starts to get a little bit annoying. Can't deny the voice, though; the voice, ooh, it's charming.
And Christine is slowly starting to sink down, back to her level. Once again, all of her unsophisticated love pop balladeering is quite listenable and not too schlockish, but it just ain't the kind of rousing, tasty stuff she donated to Rumours. The album opener 'Over And Over' and the album closer 'Never Forget' might be terrific choices for an album opener and an album closer, but individually they're just the same song, and the rest is more of the same.
You understand now why I couldn't really select the best song on the album? And I wouldn't even want to. It just goes on and on and on and on and on And all of the songs are good. Forget my critiques - there's not even a single offensive or stereotipycally 'boring' number here the closest thing to 'boring' are a couple of five-minute Nicks ballads, but it's just because they're much too samey. That's why I easily give the album a 9. But there's just nothing great about any of these songs - nothing, really, that grabs me, shakes me, bleeds me beats me kills me and makes me say 'Wow!
The definite pop song of the epoch! Still, a must for everybody who's fascinated about Rumours , and certainly much better than you're probably told it is. In case you didn't know it, Buckingham-era Fleetwood Mac were one of the best live bands in the world. To understand their power properly, one should actually see the band in live action on video , because this here live album is a wee bit disappointing in that respect; now that I can compare it with the Mirage tour video see the review below , I can certainly say that Fleetwood Mac Live suffers. The sound is a bit muddy, so that you can't really judge Buckingham's potential as a guitarist full scale.
The track selection isn't perfect - where the hell, where the hell is 'The Chain'? Matt I , Feb 27, Location: The Upstate, SC. It was used in Jerry Maguire. TaterBones , Feb 27, Location: Tokyo, West-side I first heard it as a hit on the radio for the Rockets, when I finally heard it by FM I was glad, it's the best version same goes for Black Magic Woman.
Location: Bodega Bay, CA. GerryO , Feb 28, Location: Central VA. The first version I ever heard was by the Rockets, which was a Top 40 hit in It's a rockin' version, too. I strongly suspect the Buckingham-Nicks version of Fleetwood Mac revived it in concert because of the hit status of the remake.
Location: Brooklyn, USA. Now if we can just get a decent sounding CD of this great album Location: Seattle. Raunchnroll , Feb 28, Location: Long Island, NY. A few days back I saw a Soundstage? They also play a version of "Oh Well" during this show. Uncle Al , Feb 28, Location: Montrose, CO. Didn't Jimmy Page and the Black Crowes cover this tune when they got together and toured sometime back?
Ironically, the first time I heard this was the Lindsey version on the Live album. Is this the only Fleetwood Mac song to be recorded by the "blues" and the "rock" Fleetwood Macs? Location: Orlando. I remember hearing it on AM radio in the late 60's.
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