Monday, 28 January 2013
No Mortal Was Meant To Know Such Wonder
Come to think of it Dear Readers I've got a whole back catalogue capable of doing just that, a veritable musical autobiography if you will. But then regular readers will have guessed that already - sentimentalism is afterall, your friend and humble narrator's middle name.
The Blue Öyster Cult track I Love The Night from the Spectres album (1977) is one such piece of delightful music. It was an unusually sweltering (I say unusual because it is rarely if ever hot in the climatic sense round these parts) afternoon, I'd skipped work to take the Iron Horse a ride out for a beach picnic along with some other saddle tramps and birds (I apply the early eighties term here for effect rather than any sexist affiliation). On the way back through town I was feeling particularly buoyant (most likely from the additive laden refressssssshments at the picnic - if you catch my drift) I stopped at my local record shop to charge the senses further. Strapped inside the rucksack I hurtled the ten minute blast home, a few minutes later the Spectres LP was doing the 33rpm rounds on the old stereo.
When I heard the haunting strains of the Buck Dharma penned I Love The Night emit from the gently rippling vinyl grooves my heart stopped, it was one of the most beautiful sounds I had ever heard come from a piece of black vinyl. Maybe it was my jolly mood having spent a debauched afternoon, the trip on Onibaba riding like the wind back from the beachhead and the fact I'd still a few bob left to buy an album but whatever it was this song was the icing on the cake if you like. I understood the song's intentions to infect and invigorate right off and I soaked up every mellifluous moment again and again and again.
There are several notable songs on the Spectres album namely of course the homage to the king of kaijū, Godzilla. And there is the AoR bitter sweet melody of Death Valley Nights and the pretty amazing and dare I say it, charming, Nosferatu. The album is as metal goes a lightweight effort all in all, very much a reflection of the Blue Öyster Cult direction of rock as they began drifting away from the harder edged early years. Not that there is anything wrong with that per se given the breadth of the Cult's talents. Having said that, some of their best efforts came during the likes of albums' Cultösaurus Erectus and Fire of Unknown Origin. Nevertheless, if I am asked a Top Ten list of tunes I'd listen to then more often than not I Love The Night will feature. It is the song's nod to the undead, the vampire hunger undertones, indeed it's quite the love song really - perhaps the only love song which your humble narrator is readily and repeatedly able to endure without inducing some kind of gastro-oesophageal reflux.
at 11:14 pm