Once in a great while, an album comes along that just confounds me to no end and that I just can’t stop listening to week after week, month after month, year after year. It’s rare when you can listen to an entire CD many times over and truly never get tired of the songs.
It could be because of the insightful arrangements. It could be because of intelligent, memorable lyrics. It could be because of complex musicianship creating hooks like you’ve never heard before.
In the case of my favorite album of all time, “Sometimes I Cry” by Canadian funsters Tricky Woo (named after a dog in the James Herriott novel “All Creatures Great and Small”), it’s none of the above. In fact, the whole disc flies almost deliberately in the face of the aforementioned reasons.
The arrangements are simple and delivered with almost ludicrous levels of energy and intensity. In many ways, the whole album is a natural evolution of the wide-open jamming energy of Jimi Hendrix’s “Fire,” with the energy level never letting up and some songs clocking in at an efficient 1:30. I still maintain that the whole retro thang that Wolfmother, Jet, The Strokes and others are doing was done first and best right here.
The lyrics are quite memorable, but I wouldn’t call them intelligent except in the fact that it’s all probably deliberate and the band laughed themselves punch-drunk in the studio. They had to have had a blast making this record, with lyrics like “I’m not a man I’m a coastline,” “I need love, baby, love love love love love, baby,” and the immortal “I’m gonna save you with rock and roll” being a mere taster for the craziness that I guarantee you’ll be singing along with.
As for complex musicianship…no, this ain’t Rush. Opener “Altamont Raven” is the perfect calling card and sets the tone for this insufferable caffeine bomb of a record. Seriously, you’ve never heard anything exploding with this kind of relentless energy before. Even the weaker songs will win you over on enthusiasm alone. I once wrote that this disc represents the embodiment of the insane racket your parents feared you would create when they bought you your first drum set or guitar, and that pretty much sums it up.
The disc spills out of your speakers like a pot of stew gloriously boiling over. Check out the one-two punch of “Allright” and “Let the Good Times Roll” for a great example of what this disc has to offer. The whole disc is just over a half-hour in length and it’s the best prescription ever for a bad mood or a bad day. Seriously, you will feel better…and it’s cheaper than Prozac.
Mark Boyd writes about a wide range of topics including music, marketing, business and travel, including his indie and underground music blog The Sonic Abyss. He is a father of 3 and enjoys time with his children, being a geek, making music, traveling and hiking.Canadian Music News