Moog! Claude Denjean & the Moog Synthesizer (1970, 40.38) **½/T½
|Na Na Hey Hey Kiss Him Goodbye
Nights in White Satin
Raindrops Keep Falling on My Head
House of the Rising Sun
|Bridge Over Troubled Water
Lay Lady Lay
United We Stand
It seems Claude Denjean was (and still is?) the French easy listening equivalent of, say, John Keating, although I may be barking up completely the wrong tree. 1970's Moog! Claude Denjean & the Moog Synthesizer is every bit as cheesy as you'd expect, for better or worse, Denjean tackling the hits of the day in a lounge Moog style, which will either delight or repel you. I fall into the latter camp, which may possibly indicate a lack or a sense of humour. Highlights? Hmmm. The anonymous band have a relatively decent go at Creedence's Proud Mary, but the bulk of the album is about as Habitat furnishings as it comes.
As well as his ubiquitous Moog modular, Denjean adds uncredited Mellotron to a handful of tracks, with occasional phased, background strings on Nights In White Satin, more orchestrally-inclined strings at the end of a cheesy version of the already very cheesy Raindrops Keep Falling On My Head, background strings on House Of The Rising Sun and a clunky brass melody on Come Together. Is it worth picking this up for its Mellotron use? Nope.
Loverboy (2011, 56.16) *½/0
Dancing at a Funeral
Comeback Kid (That's My Dog)
Frozen in Slow Motion
Sydney (I'll Come Running)
Make You Fall in Love With Me
Can't Stop Thinking
|Must Be Losing My Mind
Song for Leaving
Queen of the Westside
Little Cosmic Girl
Walk Away, Watch Me Burn
Californian singer-songwriter Brett Dennen has one of the most infuriatingly whiny voices I've heard in a while, although Sinatra couldn't save the horrible, mainstream alt.pop of Loverboy. This is the kind of music that gets used (frequently, by the looks of it) on crummy mainstream TV programmes, the reggae-lite-lite backing on several tracks coming across as faintly offensive. Least awful track? vaguely folky/jazzy closer Walk Away, Watch Me Burn, but that shouldn't be taken as any kind of recommendation.
Andreas Olsson is credited with Mellotron. Where? Where? Can't hear a fucking thing. Hateful. I am weakened. Avoid.
Here Come the Derailers (2001, 39.27) **½/0
|More of Your Love
You Know What She's Like
Your Guess is Good as Mine
I See My Baby
Country a Go-Go
I'd Follow You Anywhere
All the Rage in Paris
|My Angel's Gettin' Tired
If it's Really Got to Be This Way
There Goes the Bride
The Derailers are a trad-country outfit from Texas (where else?), whose fourth studio album, 2001's Here Come the Derailers, harks back to the genre's honky-tonk roots in places, although a good chunk of the album consists of typical country ballads, thankfully without the almost-obligatory layer of Nashville schmaltz. While largely inoffensive, this is also largely forgettable, although I'm sure fans of the genre will lap it up.
Sandy Williams is credited with Mellotron, but I have absolutely no idea where, the only strings on the album sounding most un-Mellotronlike. So; generic country, no obvious tape-replay. Next...
Wermland (2008, 38.46) ***½/T
|Om du Möter Varg
Kärlekens Alla Färjor
Honky Tonk of Wermland
Rymden i en Låda
Hus Vid Havet
En Annan Typ av Disco
Detektivbyrån were a Gothenburg-based trio who specialised in the use of highly unusual 'rock' instrumentation, including accordion, glockenspiel and toy piano. Their sole album 'proper' (E18 Album was a compilation of singles), 2008's Wermland, is an enchanting, instrumental tour de force of fairyland melodies, like a musical box come to life, accentuated by the glockenspiel work on every track. Trying to pick out specifics is pointless; this is one of those albums that should be experienced as a whole. The overall effect is what matters here, not individual highlights.
Since no one member is credited with specific instruments, it could be any of Anders "Flanders" Molin, Martin "MacGyver" Molin or Jon Nils Emanuel Ekström who play the Mellotron flutes on Hus Vid Havet, but they enhance the track nicely. I didn't expect to like this after hearing the first few tracks, but by the end of the album, it had cast its spell on me, making me want to go back to track one and play it again. And how often does that happen, boys'n'girls?
The Ideal Crash (1999, 55.56) ***½/TT
|Put the Freaks Up Front
One Advice, Space
The Magic Hour
The Ideal Crash
|Let's See Who Goes Down First
Dream Sequence #1
I haven't heard dEUS' first two albums, but I believe they were a bit noisier than The Ideal Crash. It's a pretty laid-back record, with a sort-of modern/retro sound, that doesn't make a lot of sense without hearing it, I'm afraid. It's song-based, but goes off at unusual tangents in places, making for a reasonably original whole. There's a slightly irritating reliance on 'beats', but I suppose that's contemporary, isn't it? The band is only four-fifths Belgian (Antwerp, in fact), with Craig Ward being the (Scottish) odd man out, although I originally wondered if it might be Tom Barman, with his perfect English-language vocals.
Klaas Janzoons (presumably) plays Mellotron on four tracks, although Sister Dew only has a couple of notes at the beginning. One Advice, Space is more like it, with a cool string line running through much of the song, while Magdalena has some typical flutes, and Let's See Who Goes Down First manages not only another string line, but some stabbed chords which may or may not be brass. So; not a bad album, not a bad Mellotron album, but not a classic in either sense.
Glöm ditt Huvud (2003, 14.14) ***½/TGlöm ditt Huvud
Jag Kan Inte Slå er Nu
Du Och Jag
EP3 (2004?, 22.22) ***½/TTVad Gör vi Här
Det Får Aldrig Ordna Sig
Vad Som än Sker
Devi are another Swedish 'skewed pop' outfit that have gravitated to Änglagård drummer Mattias Olsson's Stockholm studio, there to use some of his arsenal of vintage gear. Much of Glöm Ditt Huvud (means something like 'forget your head'. 'Lose your head'?) utilises either a Vox or a Farfisa organ (still can't tell the difference...), giving the music an authentic mid-'60s feel, with other stuff coming in here and there, including some analogue synth 'whoops' and Mellotron oboes on Stureplan and 'Tron strings/cellos/Chamberlin vibes (via Mellotron) on Du Och Jag. I presume Mattias plays it himself, although drummer Sofia Johnsson is credited with 'synth', so I suppose it may be her.
Mattias sent me Devi's no doubt unofficially-named EP3 a year or so later, although, due to a lack anything as tedious as copyright dates, and essentially no 'Net presence, I couldn't say for sure when it appeared. Is Glöm Ditt Huvud 'EP2' or '1'? I've really no idea. Anyway, it's pretty much more of the same, musically, nicely varied across its six tracks; I'm guessing that Mattias added the Mellotron, but that really is only supposition. Nothing until track 4, Varje Människa, with a nice string line, making a change from the ubiquitous monosynth that's all over the first half of the EP. Gå Försiktigt has a great 'Tron brass melody opening the song and repeating throughout, finishing up with flutes on Vad Som än Sker. Anyway, another odd little weird pop thing straight outta Sweden. Worth a listen.
Ptooff! (1968, 36.15) ***½/TOpening
I'm Coming Home
Child of the Sky
The (Social) Deviants were part of the late-'60s Ladbroke Grove scene in West London, led by the charismatic and multi-talented (it says here) Mick Farren; musician, journalist, lyricist, author and all-round mover'n'shaker. Ptooff!, with its comic/pop art-inspired sleeve, was his band's debut album, sounding years ahead of its time, with the proto-metal assault of I'm Coming Home and the theatrical performance art of Garbage and the lengthy Deviation Street, the latter including an early piece of satire on the whole 'psychedelic' movement. It's a little uncohesive, but paints a broad picture of a time and a place, and is an invaluable document of the counterculture (London branch).
Mellotron (from Farren?) on just one track, with a beautiful (no, really) flute part on Child Of The Sky, a hippy hangover from the previous year; not enough to make it worth buying the album for it alone, but worth hearing if you're getting it anyway. These guys ate the brown acid; they clearly not only talked the talk, but walked the walk, or more likely staggered the stagger. When they split, a whole year after the release of their debut, the rest of the band went off to become free festival mainstays The Pink Fairies, making three rather variable albums in the early '70s before the inevitable round of splits and reformations, carrying on up to the present day. And Farren? Still doing what Farren does, as far as I can work out. All power to his elbow.
Official Mick Farren site
If You Forget Me... (1998, 56.18) ***/T
Blue Miss Sunday
Afraid of Loving You
With the Voice of a Girl Who Still Hasn't Learned
If You Forget Me...
Push the Heart (2006, 43.33) ***/T
|Lie to Me
A Secret Message to You
Song for a Sleeping Girl
Just One Breath
If We Cannot See
On their second album, 1998's If You Forget Me..., Devics fit fairly easily into the 'slowcore' mould, drifting along in a late-nite fashion (excuse the cliché). Standout tracks include the rockabilly-influenced Three, Firehead, piano solo Opus 9, the creepy Siren Song and the closing title track, vinyl crackle and all. Dustin O'Halloran plays Chamberlin, with cellos and strings all over Three and cello on Form, adding to the overall spooky feel of the album.
Some years on, 2006's Push the Heart isn't dissimilar, Sara Lov's vocals conjuring up mildly desolate images, intermingled with the occasional actually quite sweet lyric, notably A Secret Message To You, with its unusual typewriter rhythm. As so often with this kind of stuff, a few tracks are great, but a whole album of it drags after a while, as even the faster tracks sound like they're wearing lead boots and your heart matches the tempo to the point where you fear for your long-term prospects. O'Halloran adds Mellotron to one track, with surprisingly genuine-sounding choirs on opener Lie To Me (maybe they're genuine?). Sadly, that's your lot, as it would have fit quite nicely elsewhere, but it was not to be.
If you like slow, quiet stuff with little complexity (go on, prog fans, bugger off), you may go for these, but anyone hoping for a little more variety in their listening should go elsewhere.
See: Sara Lov
Queen of Pain (2003, 72.42) ***½/T
You Are the Best Thing and the Worst Thing
Heart Sized Crush
It Was Raining
King of Brooklyn
Walk With Me
Things You Make Me Do
Faith in Love
|Bourbon in Your Eyes
Driven to Distraction
Queen of Pain
You Put a Spell on Me
If I Died in Your Arms
LA-via-Cleveland-via-NYC's Devil Doll, a.k.a. Colleen Duffy, are, of course, nothing to do with Mr. Doctor's (now probably defunct) ground-breaking Slovenian art-prog ensemble although, given that her career's kicked off in the Internet age, there's little excuse for using someone else's name. Yes, I know it's taken from either the 1936 or 1964 film. Anyway, Duffy started off as, of all things, America's premier female rockabilly/psychobilly DJ, before shifting into performance herself, although you have to listen pretty hard to hear the rockabilly influence on her music, probably best described as a rock'n'roll/swing/torch song cross, if that makes any sense at all.
Her debut album, 2003's Queen of Pain, is actually a pretty decent mixture of swing, Latin, the aforementioned torch and just a touch of rockabilly, one of its strongest suits being the lyrics. Try this for size...: "I will not open up my thighs/when you've got bourbon in your eyes". Genius, Colleen! If the album has a fault, it's that it's too long; this isn't the kind of music that works well in indigestible seventy-minute chunks, and several tracks could probably have been lost without affecting the listener's enjoyment. Of course, without a major-label budget, singles are pretty much a no-no, so keeping lesser tracks as b-sides probably isn't an option.
Phil Parlapiano (Kim Hill, Alannah Myles, Victoria Williams) plays Mellotron, with an outrageously upfront flute part opening Faith In Love, plus drifting choirs later on, although, sadly, that's your lot. Your typical prog and/or psych fan probably isn't going to like this very much, but anyone with a sleazy side should give this a blast and make Colleen Duffy a star. Shame about the name-clash; your call, Mr. Doctor: return and reclaim your crown.
Horse of a Different Color (1999, 39.09) ***½/½
|Gypsy Deck of Hearts
Across the Borderline
Lay Me Down Easy
Goin' Over the Hill
One Love, One Lifetime
Needles and Pins
(Don't Want You) Hanging Around My Door
|Downing of the Flamingo
Time to Time
Crow Jane Alley (2004, 41.14) ***½/0
Right There, Right Then
Downside of Town
My Forever Came Today
Crow Jane Alley (for Jack)
Muddy Waters Rose Out of the Mississippi Mud
Come a Little Bit Closer
Slave to Love
|(Don't Have a) Change of Heart
Trouble Comin' Everyday in a World Gone Wrong
Willy "DeVille" Borsey's career kicked off when his band, Mink DeVille, hit the UK top 20 with the iconic Spanish Stroll in 1977. Over twenty years later, DeVille is long-haired and unrecognisable, but Horse of a Different Color's mix of R&B, soul, rock, Cajun and about a dozen other styles have a ring of familiarity about them, along with his unique voice. This is one of those albums that I can't see myself playing too often, but which screams "I'm brilliant!" from every pore (assuming records had pores. Well, you know...). It's almost a primer in American music of the last fifty years, from the French accordion-driven Gypsy Deck Of Hearts to the folk hollers Goin' Over The Hill and 18 Hammers to the rock/soul of (Don't Want You) Hanging Around My Door. Producer Jim Dickinson (Big Star) is credited with Mellotron on DeVille's take on Needles And Pins, but the only thing it even might be is a vague, high, background string part that could be almost anything, really.
After a chaotic few years in his personal life and a live album, Acoustic Trio Live in Berlin, DeVille released Crow Jane Alley in 2004, having tapped into his Native American heritage in the intervening years. Stylistically, the album isn't dissimilar to its predecessor, covering many bases to similar effect. John Philip Shenale (Tori Amos, Curtis Stigers) plays Chamberlin, with nothing obviously audible on any of the three highlighted tracks above, although (probably incorrect) credits for 'Chemberlin piano' cloud the issue. I'm quite sure the piano's real, ditto the strings on My Forever Came Today, so it's anyone's guess where it might be.
So; Willy DeVille: saviour of American song? On the evidence of these two albums, you could make a good case for it. Not an awful lot of tape-replay work, but I'm amazed there's any, frankly. Tragically, DeVille died of pancreatic cancer in August 2009, probably a complication from decades of (long-kicked) heroin abuse. R.I.P, Willy.
Orchards/Lupine (2011, 54.57) ****/TT½
Evil and the Midnight Sun
Who Are You or the Magnificence of
Loving a Million Strangers
Love in C Minor
Higher Than the Sun
Pick Your Bones Out of the Water
IV (2012, 42.51) ****/TT
Six Holes and a Ghost
The Only Thornless Rose
|A Mind Slip
I Devil on a Wire
II The Telephone
III Black Hole Raga
IV Sixth Dimension Blues
V The Telephone pt. II
VI Astral Awareness
VII Vicious Times
DeWolff are a Dutch psychedelic hard rock trio, making music in the grand late '60s/early '70s tradition, only with better production. 2011's mysteriously-titled Orchards/Lupine is their third album in as many years, full of rocking psych numbers like Evil And The Midnight Sun, fuzz-fest Love In C Minor and Pick Your Bones Out Of The Water sitting next to gentler fare such as Everything Everywhere, the beautiful Higher Than The Sun and the jamming The Pistol, although I'm not sure the laid-back Diamonds was the best opener available to them. Actually, this is so authentically retro I had to do a quick double-check to make sure it isn't on Rise Above. Pablo van de Poel and Robin Piso play Ruud Peeters' Mellotron (thanks, Ruud), with strings and cellos on opener Diamonds, strings on Who Are You Or The Magnificence Of Loving A Million Strangers, a major flute part on Higher Than The Sun and flutes and strings on closer Poison. Wow - I wasn't sure this was going to be worth the effort, especially after a weak opener, but Orchards/Lupine is exactly the kind of antidote I needed to the drivel to which I usually subject myself.
Another year, another DeWolff album... 2012's IV is another superb effort (can this band do no wrong?), highlights including ripping opener Voodoo Mademoiselle, the rocking Crumbling Heart and the 'side-long' A Mind Slip. Matthijs Herder (Black Atlantic, Oceana Company) supplied the Mellotron (and this info), played by Robin Piso again, with strings on The Only Thornless Rose, alongside the real ones (I think), strings on Part III of A Mind Slip, Black Hole Raga, an upfront flute part on Part IV, Sixth Dimension Blues and pitchbent strings and distant flutes on Part VI, Astral Awareness. Incidentally, the super-elongated string notes on Black Hole Raga are officially 'studio trickery', not, just for once, an indicator of sample use. Another top-notch effort, chaps.
Do you need any more encouragement to dive into the DeWolff catalogue? Why?
Another (!) official site
Visions in the Dark (1987, 56.17) **/TT
Take Yourself Back
Untouchable Ghost/The Crazy
Life of Mr Tale
Fifteenth Century Fox
Last Chance Flight
|Vision in the Dark
The Return in the Real
Early contributors to the excellent Gibraltar Encyclopedia of Progressive Rock had this to say about Deyss:
|"The vocalist's grasp of English is horrendous"|
|"A very bad Marillion clone"|
|"Do you like progressive music without originality? You're gonna love this band!"|
|and "Piece of crap"|
although other writers were a little kinder. In fairness, some of these comments were referring to their debut, At-King, 'featuring' a different singer, although the originally-named 'Jester', who vocalises on Visions in the Dark is pretty ropey. I think you may've gathered by now that Deyss were no more than Marillion wannabees, operating at the dullest and most derivative end of the neo-prog spectrum, though they're not as bad as, say, the awful Multi-Story. All the clichés are there, from the MiniMoog arpeggios and 'funky' rhythm guitar of Untouchable Ghost to the parping pomp of Chained Human. Ironically, the album actually starts quite well, with the instrumental Passage sounding slightly like an IQ outtake, although the temptation to stray into Pendragon territory obviously overcame them mere minutes into the record. The side-long title track starts almost-promisingly, but by part 2, The Solo, we've already degenerated into plagiarismland again, this time ripping Steve Howe's solo excursion on Yes' Sound Chaser from Relayer.
Surprisingly, keys man Giustino Salvati uses a Mellotron on most tracks, along with the ubiquitous polysynth patches so beloved of the neo- scene. He doesn't just use the choirs, either, with a decent enough string part on Passage, although in fairness, most of the featured parts are rather distant-sounding choirs, making me wonder whether they're actually 'Tron. I don't know what else Salvati had in his arsenal, but it seems unlikely that he had a decent sampler way back in '87, so I can only imagine the 'Tron was reverbed into oblivion by some half-witted engineer, resulting in this wishy-washy sound. About the only other highpoint of the band's sound was the guitarist and bassist's use of Taurus pedals, adding that unmistakable low-end rumble to several tracks.
So, what can I say? Typical neo-prog, limiting the album's potential audience to those into that particular prog niche, as it's unlikely to appeal to those of a more 'classic' bent. More 'Tron that you might expect, though really not worth a purchase on those grounds alone. Incidentally, the album was apparently originally issued as a three-sided double LP, with side four left blank, making the CD version a rather better bet for those that may be interested. I believe the track order has been changed slightly, too; the one listed above is from the CD. Interestingly, in 2000, Musea released a CD entitled The Dragonfly From the Sun, consisting of a live recording from as early as 1979, of tracks written by the band throughout the '70s, so maybe it's marginally better. Maybe.
Diagonal (2008, 46.36) ****/TTTTSemi Permeable Men-Brain
Child of the Thunder-Cloud
I was contacted in early 2008 by a band from Brighton called Diagonal, wondering if I knew where they could hire a Mellotron. Well, since you asked... Bizarrely, it turns out that not only were they signed to Rise Above, as I was (briefly) with Litmus, but we'd actually shared a bill the previous year, but I hadn't seen them play. They play a kind of psych/prog thing, not dissimilar to a lot of bands around the turn of the '70s, throwing just about anything they like into the mix, and rightly so. Every track's different to every other, so picking anything akin to a 'best' one is fairly futile; Deathwatch's jazzy feel is accentuated by their rare, late-model Rhodes (a MkV?), Cannon Misfire features some fairly bonkers bass work, while closer Pact sounds like the Soft Machine playing Pink Floyd. And your problem is...?
The album was recorded at Liam Watson's famed Toerag Studios, in Hackney, London, notorious for its hardcore 'analogue-only' policy; not just analogue, but no more than eight-track. And you're encouraged to use four. Toerag and my Mellotron: a perfect match. Ross Hossack plays it, with strings and flutes on opener Semi Permeable Men-Brain (ho ho), choirs on the (frankly) ridiculously-titled Child Of The Thunder-Cloud, sustaining longer than they should at the end. Reverb? There's a mere few seconds of strings on Deathwatch, although closer Pact finishes things off nicely with huge slabs of choir and strings, with ethereal flutes wafting around at the piece's false conclusion, before it all kicks off again (assuming something this stately can be said to 'kick off' at all).
So; do you buy this album? Short answer: yes. Long answer: yes, if you want to hear an inventive prog/psych album made my musicians young enough to be your kids, with shedloads of Mellotron. Whadd'ya mean, "You don't"? Just get out there and buy it.
Love at the Greek (1977, 70.39) ***½/TTTT
The Last Picasso
If You Know What I Mean
Surviving the Life
Song Sung Blue
Brother Love's Traveling Salvation Show
|Jonathan Livingston Seagull:
Lonely Looking Sky
I've Been This Way Before
12 Songs (2005, 50.00/57.27) ***½/½
Captain of a Shipwreck
Save Me a Saturday Night
I'm on to You
What's it Gonna Be
|Man of God
Men Are So Easy
Neil Diamond's Love at the Greek has to be one of the most unlikely albums you'll find on this site; while you'll find reviews of all sorts of stuff from many different genres, singer-songwriter/MOR doesn't really fit amongst the prog and psych that make up the bulk of its content. For all that, it very much deserves to be here, as one of the most Mellotron-heavy LPs I've heard in a while. No, really! I'll be honest here and say that I'm not exactly wild about the music, but that isn't to say I'm going to slate the album (for a change); actually, I know several people who really rate Mr. Diamond, who you wouldn't expect to in a million years. Within his chosen oeuvre he's an absolute master, having fine-tuned his songwriting craft over many years of writing for other people (the Monkees spring to mind); OK, it's effectively showbiz MOR, but done with such panache that I feel churlish even thinking about running it down.
As far as I can work out, Diamond played a run of gigs at the Greek Theater, LA in 1976/77 in front of large numbers of his adoring fans, then put out a double album to commemorate the event. Just to prove his cross-genre appeal, it was produced by The Band's Robbie Robertson, who did a good job by pushing the Mellotron to the front of the mix. So, why a Mellotron? Diamond's material is usually arranged for strings, and these gigs appear to have been deliberately low-key, with a relatively small eight-piece band, and there really wasn't anything else around at the time that could reproduce a string section quite as well, so there's no attempt to use it as an instrument in its own right, just as an, er, emulator. It's actually Bill Eberline (US Mellotron distributors Sound Sales' boss)'s twin-manual Mark V, although despite the plethora of pictures on the inner sleeves, there's nothing close-up enough to identify any keyboard other than the B3 set high up at the back of the stage. There are several keyboards to be heard, including a grand piano, a Rhodes and a mono synth (on Jonathan Livingston Seagull), and keyboard players Alan Lindgren and Tom Hensley seem to switch between all of them, so I've no idea who plays what at which time.
Anyway; the music: As I've said, it's principally middle-aged middle-of-the-road, sung by a man who still only appears to be in his thirties, but his and his band's professionalism are impossible to knock; arranged to perfection, played brilliantly, and obviously loved by all present. The only track I find really hard to take is Sung Song Blue, which tips right over the edge into full-blown schmaltz, complete with guest vocals from Helen Reddy and Henry Winkler (The Fonz, for those of you too young to remember). Most of the Mellotron work is, as again I've said, emulating string parts, so there's much single-note work and few block chords. There are some flutes on The Last Picasso, but that's the only deviation until side 4. Jonathan Livingston Seagull is the album's oddity; 15 minutes, cut down from the original album-length piece, and is the only place the synth (probably a Moog) and the Mellotron choirs can be heard. As a concept, it's never going to hold up against The Lamb Lies Down on Broadway or The Wall, but then, it isn't trying to. It's a feel-good, pseudo-religious death-and-resurrection piece, and seems to work well enough within those constraints. As with most of the other material on offer, it's loaded with 'Tron strings, which definitely enhance the piece, and the occasional flute part. The choirs are also used here and there, along with the strings in Sanctus, which pretty much proves that a Mark V's being used (or, of course, two M400s...).
Fast-forward nearly twenty years... Enfant terrible Rick Rubin takes charge of what turn out to be the last few years of Johnny Cash's career, helping him produce some of his most acclaimed work. Despite overseeing two posthumous sets, Cash's death must have left something of a hole in Rubin's life, so for his next 'musical rehabilitation' project, he approached Neil Diamond. In all honesty, the end result hasn't set the world on fire the same way Cash's American Recordings did, but 12 Songs is probably the most satisfying album Diamond's ever made for those with an aversion to schmaltz. Comparisons with Cash's albums are unavoidable - at one point, he even sings, "He walked the line" - but, a couple of tracks notwithstanding, this is a singer-songwriter album, not a country one. The most important thing about the album, though, is that it contains no bad songs. Nope, not one awful schmaltzy piece of pap, no cringeworthy horrors of the Song Sung Blue variety, just heartfelt songs about the standard subjects of life'n'love, sung by someone who can now be seen as one of music's (if not rock's) elder statesmen. The ubiquitous Patrick Warren is credited with Chamberlin, but with all the string arrangements on the album, it's pretty hard to discern what may or may not be his contributions. Working on the basis that all the strings are real, Save Me A Saturday Night has a muted woodwind line (bassoon?) that's probably tape-generated, while I'm On To You's cellos simply don't sound 'real', although it's perfectly possible that neither of these are correct, and it's actually somewhere else entirely, which accounts for the album's low T rating. To be honest, unlike Cash's last few albums, I can't see myself returning to this on anything like a regular basis, but it's still a late-period triumph for someone who's spent so much of his career in the middle of the road, he isn't even aware of the gutter any more.
So; to buy or not to buy? If you like Neil Diamond, you can't really go wrong with Love at the Greek; for the rest of us, it entirely depends on how much you want to hear large amounts of Mellotron strings pretending to be the real thing playing only-just-this-side-of-MOR. I would've given the album a higher T rating, but there's almost no 'Tron work that falls outside the string section emulation area. I don't regret buying it, but I doubt if I'll dig it out that often, to be honest... As for 12 Songs, there's next to bugger-all Chamby, but it's a mostly highly listenable album with some great writing.