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The MC5 |
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Vinnie Apicella
This latest collection features the innovative Detroit hipsters firing
'em off mean and ugly for fourteen rugged renditions of standing
classics and studio outtakes that present the MC5 in a gloriously crude
condition. Along with The Sex Pistols and Iggy Pop, they may go down in
history for having released more records after they ended than when they
were playing; and such highlights the great demand for one of the great
Elektra bands from the dark, dingy generation of head banging hash pipe
types looking for the next big revolution in Rock music and resolution
of government policy. This goes far in explaining why The MC5 is often
pointed to, along with Pop & The Stooges as originators of the old
school Punk Rock that wouldn't officially arrive a few years after they
split. Revolutionary? Absolutely. But I think by the very definition,
and Sinclair said it best in the liner notes, MC5 were a much broader
musical talent than is typically afforded by the Punk label; Without
question the attitude and intensity were there, those key ingredients at
the root of political prognostication, and thus, the fuel to ignite the
flames of discontent between an us and they era; And The MC5 were
definitely a step above from the rest, "Crosstown Traffic" and
"Summertime Blues" and soul blowin' exploits of a Rock n' Roll infancy
where the bomb readied to blow; However, with their long flowing locks
and rugged chops, they played a fiercely loud and sloppy brand style at
full amplification-the likes of which subsequently maintains Kramer's
"legend" status to this day-but to throw on tunes like "Motor City Is
Burning," "I Believe To My Soul," or their ungovernably raucous version
of Thompson's "Gotta Keep Movin'," one thing is made clear; this band
couldn't sit still, but they could play! They were a tad brasher than
their still closely cropped cousins of the day, often times hidden
behind the bangs, a cigarette or a sneer, and the outpouring of emotion
that would break the Blue Cheer right from their sunny day sojourn and
dead in their tracks; Over and again, we can grab a piece of the past,
feel close to the classics of the day, and realize The MC5 are an
institution worthy of further recognition and a greater place in history
than they've up to now been afforded. But such is the life of an
underground rumbling that never quite lived under a blue sky or wry
grin; 'The Baddest & Maddest" is just what it says it is. Do you need
these versions of mostly previously released tracks as alt versions? It
depends. If you've had your faith shaken by raw deal retreads of old
music retouched, repackaged, and regurgitated from ridiculously inferior
demo tapes drowned in a sea of hiss. stop complaining, what the hell,
it's fucking 1968 for Christ's sake! Seriously though, save for a few
spotty stand up's for something like "Brother J.C. Intro" and "I'm Mad
Like Eldridge Cleaver," which for the rest of its fifteen or so minutes
does carry on in a traditionally Hooker-like fashion for a funky faraway
crusade through a bayou of Blues greatness, this is a comfortably
"audible" version that's got an extra ounce of balls to go with the
"bad." So get it because The MC5 talked shit, broke rules, and broke
ground with their music, which at once combines the worst of
socio-political anarchism, with badass Brown, classic Hendrix, and a
whole lotta Soul.
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