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| From | "Sager, Greg" <greg.sager@bankofamerica.com> |
| Subject | Re: BOC |
| Date | Thu, 26 Jun 2003 00:28:55 -0500 |
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> Date: Wed, 25 Jun 2003 16:21:15 -0600
> From: Not Lame <popmusic@notlame.com>
> To: <audities@smoe.org>
> Subject: BOC
> Message-ID: <BB1F7C7B.EB6D%popmusic@notlame.com>
>
> > *1980: Blue Oyster Cult, Cultosaurus Erectus (LP)
> >
> > Coolest Jacket art of all time, I thought then. "Black Blade" is one of
> the
> > greatest rock songs of all time.
>
> I have to chime in here after KC's posting of this.....been a BOC fan
> since
> I got "on yr feet or on your hands" live album for subscribing to Creem
> magazine in 1975....
>
Awww, Double B, you meant to type *On Your Feet Or On Your Knees*,
right? Second-best name for a live album ever, trailing only the live CD
entitled *Greatest Hits Played Faster* that was included in the Camper Van
Beethoven box set.
As befitting the sinister and enigmatic aura cultivated by the band
(pun intended), *On Your Feet Or On Your Knees* also had the weirdest
gatefold picture I've ever seen in an album -- all five Oyster boys playing
guitar (the quintuple-axe instrumental being a regular schtick within their
set at the time) before an audience of hooded monks.
> so I have it all. B ut THIS album is my absolute
> favorite, filled w/ phenom energy, massive hooks a plenty for a hard rock
> album and kick ass production sounds from those times from Martin Birch(he
> who helped Black Sabbath accend the charts for a short period of time
> around
> this period, too).
>
> KC, man go turn up "Lips In The Hills' now, mate! and for power pop
> fanatics, "hungry boys" is about as skinny tie as BOC could get and still
> keep their cred(at least up until this point as "Mirrors" blatantly went
> pop
> for them).
>
My favorite late-period BOC song remains "Joan Crawford" from *Fire
Of Unknown Origin* -- funny, disturbing, and insanely catchy all at once.
Just try to get that "Joan Crawford has risen from the grave!" chorus hook,
complete with madcap Allen Lanier classical piano riff, out of your head
after listening to the song. How could you not love a ditty about the
apocalyptic panic created by the resurrected corpse of a tormented movie
queen, complete with the hissed Dunawayesque refrain of "Christina!
Christina!" in the bridge?
Their best album -- and I have 'em all -- remains *Agents Of
Fortune*, though. Not only is "(Don't Fear) the Reaper" one of the coolest
hits to ever grace Top 40 radio, the album itself is chock-full of goodies
that were heavy enough to maintain the band's image and poppy enough to
stick like peanut butter to the roof of your cerebral cortex.
Gregory Sager
(the harvester of eyes)
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