Real Life Rock (18 page)

10
Elvis Costello, “I Want You” (San Jose Civic Auditorium, April 16)
Quietly diseased on disc, performed solo this is a horror movie that doesn't need special effects:
The Servant
, maybe, or
M
. The words, “I want you” alternate every other line with collapsing scenes of torture, flagellation, remorse, bloody glee; at first you're convinced it's all happening in the singer's mind, next that it's happening in the flesh. “I want you/And when I
wake up
,” Costello sang, just as he does on
Blood and Chocolate
—and then he pulled the string. Hanging onto the end of it were Dionne Warwick and Aretha Franklin, who came tumbling into the song like new victims: “—and put on my
makeup
/I say a little prayer for you/Because I
want
you . . .”

JUNE
2, 1987

1
The Mad Peck,
Mad Peck Studios—A Twenty-Year Retrospective
(Doubleday)
The adventures of a band of comic-strip rock critics whose watchword is “It don't mean a thing if it ain't headed straight to cut-out heaven” (typical subjects include Donny Iris, the
Idolmaker
soundtrack, and the second Human Sexual Response LP), this picks up where Richard Meltzer's
The Aesthetics
of Rock
left off. Best concept: the “Inflatable Meat Loaf Love Doll.” Best plot: faced with sky-rocketing doo-wop prices, a former member of the Five Royal-Keys hijacks a plane to come up with the money to buy a copy of his own 45.

2
Suzanne Vega, “Luka” (A&M)
Despite her insufferable recitations and her coy way with words (tunes published by Waifersongs, Ltd.), this woman isn't merely a wilting flower to be pressed between pages of Tennyson. She's also a natural hit-maker, Janis Ian '87, and “Luka” does for wife-beating what “Society's Child” did for racism. Better, Vega can make her singing seem like real talk: skirting a good melody and ignoring a bell-ringing guitar solo, her phrasing is so naturalistic it sounds as eerie as the female vocal in Human League's “Don't You Want Me.”

3
Elko Ishioka and Arata Isozakl, “Performance” installation,
Tokyo: Form and Spirit
(San Francisco Museum of Modern Art)
Sixty video monitors were playing a loop of Japanese TV commercials in a mock-up of a Shinto temple (“Church of the Media,” or “Shrine of the Commodity,” or something). On came two pastel Godzillas, apparently a happily married couple, carrying coffee cups on a stroll through the suburbs, over which they towered like upright dirigibles, and then Debbie Reynolds poked her head out of the soundtrack: “I hear the cottonwoods whisperin' above/Tammy, Tammy, Tammy's in love.” It turned out to be an ad for Live Beer.

4
Mud Boy & the Neutrons, “Memphis Blues Again,” from
Known Felons in Drag
(New Rose, France)
Actually, Jim Dickinson, lately producer of the Replacements' new LP, in drag, offering a brand of Memphis craziness the Replacements' “Alex Chilton” doesn't hint at.

5
Darius Smith,
I Can't Explain #3
(Shred cassette)
Ohio bands of the so-you-fell-down-why-not-get-up stripe, notably the female Manwich, plus the Prom Sluts from Florida and Pussy Galore live in Cincinnati. “Mystery train issue/dedicated to the 1966 Beatles,” though both the Beatles and Elvis would be surprised.

6
Oliphant, Editorial cartoon, May 9 (Universal Press Syndicate)
“
FCC RADIO POLICE TODAY ARRESTED SURGEON GENERAL KOOP FOR BROADCASTING AIDS WARNINGS WHICH CONTAINED SEXUAL INNUENDO
.”

7
Age of Chance,
Crush Collison
(Virgin EP)
In 1920, in Berlin, dadaist Richard Huelsenbeck called for an “art which has been visibly shattered by the explosions of last week, which is forever trying to collect its limbs from yesterday's crash.” These guys don't know from art; they're working on the crash.

8
Robert Hewison,
Too Much—Art and Society in the Sixties, 1960–75
(Oxford)
What's remarkable about this analysis of convulsed British culture is Hewison's determination to take its most absurd manifestations seriously, and on their own terms. At a distance of two decades, such an approach necessarily misses the spirit of the era, and the book's weakness is that it sometimes makes the still-incredible almost obvious. Overpriced, but essential; watch for the paperback.

9
Beverly Paterson,
Voices Green and Purple—A Comprehensive Guide of California's Amazing Garage and Freakbeat Bands of the Sixties
(Skylark Press)
If you get enough records together, all of social history falls into place—or anyway in your lap. Remember the Velvet Illusions' “Acid Head”/“Velvet Illusions,” where the band, which included one Steven Weed, “sang about how cool and admired they were”? No? Well, how about Patti Smith's “Piss Factory,” backed with her rewrite of “Hey Joe,” where she celebrated the kidnapping of Patti Hearst by the Symbionese Liberation Army, which had to beat up Steven Weed to get Patty out the door and into the trunk? Does Steven Weed remember?