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Author: David Middleton

  • The Best You’ve Never Heard: Hesitate by The Mysteries Of Life

    In the mid-’90’s, in the wake of the major labels’ post-Nirvana feeding frenzy, you couldn’t throw a Doc Marten in the U.S. without hitting a member of a former indie rock band.  New bands seemed to crop up out of nowhere every 10 seconds, often rising from ashes of other little-known bands.  Major label debuts by groups you’d never heard of hit the shelves like huge flocks of nose-diving, kamikaze geese every week.  It really was enough to make your head spin, but y’know what?  It was a golden age.  The economy was strong, the labels had dough to spend, everybody still bought CDs/records/tapes.  The end was near, but we didn’t know that at the time.  So it’s only inevitable that some things got left in the dust.

    The year was 1996.  Kurt Cobain was dead, and most people were too busy doing The Macarena (or sitting around wishing that some stranger would come along and ‘un-break’ their collective hearts) to notice Keep A Secret, the RCA debut by Bloomington, Indiana’s The Mysteries Of Life.  Featuring members of Antenna and indie legends The Blake Babies, TMOL fused elements of folk, country and classical music with simple underground rock, creating a sound completely unlike the bombastic, rack-mounted-effects-heavy, post-grunge sludge passing for rock at the time (and looked damn sexy doing it, I might add).  The ultimate example of this band’s lovely sound is my Best You Never Heard pick, Keep A Secret‘s stunning opener, “Hesitate.”

    Click here to play “Hesitate” by The Mysteries Of Life

    Jake Smith’s gorgeous guitar pattern hovers over Freda Love’s Mo Tucker-style mallet drumming and Tina Barbieri’s bass through the intro.  Smith regales us with the tale of life flashing before his eyes, while Geraldine Haas’ cello chimes in after the refrain, lifting the song up to a new height before Smith’s beautiful solo ratchets it up even further.  (For you guitar geeks out there, Jake’s got some serious tone happening here…obviously a Gretsch hollow-body through a Fender tweed, or something.  Whatever it is, it’s sweet enough to lick off a biscuit.)  As the hooks overlap, the song builds up to a grand crescendo before grinding to a halt.  When Smith finally confesses that he’s missed all his chances, that he “Took too long to say/Nothing,” the arrangement abruptly pares itself down to just guitar, cello and shaker.  And there we stand, alone.  Everybody’s gone.

    Now, at this point, it would be so great to be able to say, “Goddamn those lame-ass bastards at RCA!” or something similar, in regards to the fact that this amazing track wasn’t a hit, but it’s really no use to lay blame.  A track such as this was an anomaly in the very monochromatic world of 1996.  There’s absolutely no way that, outside of maybe college radio (a light that grows ever dimmer as time passes), a band as musically colorful as The Mysteries Of Life, or a song as delicate and meticulously arranged as “Hesitate” could’ve gotten noticed, let alone given a chance to become a smash in the Pop-Mart that was the mid-’90’s.  But that’s why this is one of the best songs you never heard.

    (A married couple, Smith and Love continue to mystify with the ever-lineup-changing TMOL, and Love, along with fellow former-Blake Baby Julianna Hatfield, also plays in the brilliant Some Girls.)

    More On “The Best You’ve Never Heard” week
    The Best You’ve Never Heard – Introduction
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    The Best You’ve Never Heard: Must Have Been Crazy by Chicago

  • FORTY-FIVE REVOLUTIONS PER MINUTE #11: Saving My Milk For Jesus

    VARIOUS ARTISTS  The Now Wave Sampler  (Columbia Records AE7-1187 white-label promo, 1979)

    First, allow me to point out that this is a special “33 & 1/3” edition of 45 RPM, as the 7-inch platter I’m dissecting this week plays at the slower speed, for the purpose of accomodating four full-length tracks.  That said, this is an exciting little slab of plastic from a bygone (but very fun) era, when the loose, decadent Jimmy Carter-late-’70’s hadn’t yet slipped into the buttoned-up, tight-assed Ronald Reagan-early-’80’s.  I was old enough to enjoy it, and young enough not to have any serious responsibilities weighing me down, so I spent just about every weekday afternoon, and every Saturday, rain or shine, down at my neighborhood record shop.  (A what what, now?)  Well, sonny boy, I guess you just had to be there.

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  • FORTY-FIVE REVOLUTIONS PER MINUTE #10: Halste Whilste

    VARNALINE  “The Hammer Goes Down” b/w “Hear The Birds Cry”  (Zero Hour Records ZHS7-11 white-label promo, 1996)

    The “Lo-Fi Explosion” that seemed to take over the U.S. after the first few Ween, Pavement and Guided By Voices records was short-lived.  Much to my dismay, actually.  I mean, for all that I may kvetch about the sound-quality of certain discs, or that some recordings leave me with “listener’s fatigue” (fancy studio-lingo for an earache), I found so many diamonds-in-the-rough during that period that I secretly wish it never ended.  Maybe it’s still going on somewhere, wherever there’s disenfranchised suburban kids with guitars and tape-recorders in their bedrooms.  But ultimately, home-studio equipment has become too advanced, and too ubiquitous.  Anyone can make an Aja-quality recording in his or her own kitchen these days with Pro-Tools and a decent computer.  But back in the ’90’s, that stuff wasn’t as readily available.  Talented songwriters like Varnaline’s Anders Parker had to use a 4-track and lots of elbow-grease to get their point across, and that gave the songs an extra power, an almost subterranean quality, that made them stand out from the pack.

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