Steve Vai - Alien Love Secrets

 Steve Vai is one of that motley band of guitarists who emerged in the eighties and rewrote guitar playing rules with speed, insane licks and gimmickry. However unlike the rest of them, Mr. Vai is not boring. Steve graduated from the school of Zappa after about two or so years in his band before working with Alcatrazz, David Lee Roth and Whitesnake, and then busting out on his own properly with the groundbreaking Passion And Warfare. Vai showed us that you can have insane chops with delicate ideas and passionate emotive playing. Whilst my own guitar style could be no further from Vai's, I always look back to his work for inspiration and ideas, and when I want to learn some new techniques. Even my guitar (Ibanez Jem) and distortion pedal (Jemini) are his signiture series. Needless to say, his music has had a profound impact on my life, and is a man I respect greatly.

So, this album, Alien Love Secrets, was also released on VHS at the same time, contains some great tracks, let's run it down. Vai's wailing guitar and horse sound effects take us into the first track, Bad Horsie. A chugging train like riff with some deep distortion and a slick guitar melody showing insanely precise harmonics. It's a proper heavy steamengine track, plowing down all in it's path. Vai's use of the wah pedal here is to give total control of the tone and uses it to sculpt out his sound perfectly, as opposed to Hendrix's more experimental and freeform use of the pedal, indeed Vai's signiture wah pedal is known as the 'Bad Horsie' due to this song. Before the main solo we get some nice overdubbing, but the solo is standard Vai fare, not any of his emotive playing, but then this track is a hard rocker, so does it need it? Also nice flanger comming in. Juice is the title of the next track, a short little stunt guitar piece, fast and audatious, keeping some high octane action going, it's an all american rocker. Again this is more of a showoff piece, getting some feelgood energy going, some usual shred soloing and some unusual rhthym playing here. Die To Live is a softer more emotive track, with a distinctly nostalgic feeling to it. It sounds like a celebration and rememberance of life. It's still got a technical element to it, but this doesn't get in it's way, it's also quite fun to play, though bit of a guitar tongue-twister. The solo is delightfully beautiful, the rhythm is forward moving and all fun.

The next track is The Boy From Seattle, a softer more strummy upbeat guitar with a sense of the previous two tracks mixed into one feeling. It's upbeat and kinda fun with some decent melodic elements. A talkwah occasionally makes an appearance, with a line of daddadadaaddada, before the track starts to get quiet, and the guitaring goes into Hendrix mode, which is alright as this song is a tribute to Hendrix. We also get some nifty Vai trickery with delays and such creating a layered sound. Ya-Yo Gakk is a really fun tune, heavy metal guitar mixed with babytalk. His son would say something, and then Vai replicates it on guitar. We get some usual heavy metal soloing and riffing, but let's face it, this track is Vai just having fun, so he's allowed to. After this little diversion, we get to the real meat of the album, Kill The Guy With the Ball-The God Eaters. Some rolling drums and talkbox trickery takes us propelling forward into a really heavy riffage-filled track. It's speedy and thrashy and contains some great funk guitar (though played in metal style). It's full of menacing energy, and the drumming is almost computerised in it's precision. We get the usual Vai licks and some heavy sections we can only assume are left over from his previous album (the metal-tastic Sex And Religion) The track goes into screeching alien orgasm mode and then we enter the angelic second section, The God Eaters, a beautiful gentle guitar melody accentuated with some heavenly synth chords. It builds up and has some great releaving spirity feelings in it, kinda gentling the listener down and raising us up at the same time in preperation for the next track, the highlight of the album (and one of the highlights of his career), Tender Surrender. A sharp chord introduces us to a quiet kinda lounge jazz fusion, we have a soft silky melody and a rhythm based on a Hendrix song. The percussion just helps us plod forward, we get to the soloing section, first off a more bluesey solo, gentle and sweet, and goes for a section before hitting the proper solo, Vai's most impossible and orgiastic solo, which exudes such pleasure and passion. It's technically complex as well as emotionally complex, the speedy notes here given a smooth liquid texture as they just roll into your ears, it gets more passionate and more, until we get to the repeated shred section, the pleasure zone. The passion dies down, and we return to the tender embrace of the main melody, and the song ends  playfully and wah-filled. We have surrendered.

This is by no means Vai's best album, however it includes Die To Live, and Tender Surrender, so it's definately worth picking up.  As a major fan of his, the more purist approach to this album makes a neat break from his usual experimentation and on Tender Surrender, really lets the passion of his playing shine through. It's a good CD.

John McLaughlin & Carlos Santana - Love Devotion Surrender

Love Devotion Surrender, one of the more controversial fusion albums released, features the guitar prowess of both Carlos Santana and John McLaughlin at the top of their spiritual form. 'Why is it controversial?' I hear you ask, well it is inspired by the teachings of Guru Sri Chinmoy (one of those gurus who became very influencial during the post-psychedelic age, where musicians wanted to continue their spiritual journeys which they had begun during acid trips) and pushed Santana further and further away from his rock beginings. I did intend to ignore the spiritualist aspect of this album, and focus solely on the music, however with the gatefold featuring a passage from Sri Chinmoy, and photographs of the guitarists looking remarkably cult-like, I think it's the elephant in the room, and really should be mentioned. The passage represents a very naive view, asking of us to devote ourselves to spiritualist teachings. It also reflects gender stereotypes within the fist paragraph. Did I say reflects? I mean reinforces. The idea of fully surrendering ourselves to one specific goal/teaching/belief is something I find really disturbing, it's like deliberately limiting human potential. I'm a spiritualist of sorts, and I think it comes down to bettering ourselves, doing what we can to help other people, doing what we can to achieve the best we can. Meditate, but don't surrender your life to it. Ok, to avoid getting into a rant and starting to bitch about religion, I think it's time to get down and boogie (well... meditate) with some 'machine gun' guitaring from two guitar giants.

Side A serves as a tribute to John Coltrane and starts with A Love Supreme, a cover of the track Aknowledgement. It bursts into our ears with a flurry of guitar shredding, leading into a soft groove, where John and Carlos improvise over the top in a Free Jazz manner. There's a sense of real emotion behind what they're playing, something modern shredders lack. Larry Young's organ plods at the back keeping a nice sense of musicality which gels the guitars to the rythm. Chants of 'A Love Supreme' come in as it gets quieter, and Larry Young's organ meanders around in a deliciously playful fashion. Doug Ranch's bass really propelled this track forward. Track 2 is an accoustic cover of Coltrane's Naima, a dreamlike beautiful melody which drifts around your head, you close your eyes, inhale from your joss stick, and man, it's good. 
A quiet organ drone takes hold, leading us into an amazing drum roll and then guitar and chanting. A Love Divine begins. It's some beautiful guitar soloing going on here over this constant jazz beat, the guitaring itself has a distinctly more jazz feel to it. Yeah it's much more fusion than the previous tracks, allowing both McLaughlin and Santana have a decent amount of room to really let themselves go and stretch out their wings. At times McLaughlin's guitar is so fast it melts your ears. Again though, this never feels like showing off, there really is an emotional context to his playing which bounces off the wall towards you. "A Live Devine is yours and mine"

The B side introduces us to the epic Let Us Go Into The House Of The Lord, based on an old Bible hymm. It starts with an organ vamp, overwhich McLaughlin plays some of his most amazing and weightless licks, you close your eyes and feel your body raising from the ground. Then a steady moving rythm kicks in, John again just flying higher and higher. He's often been called the 'John Coltrane of the guitar' in that he combines blistering speed with such pure spirituality, and this is proof of that. The backing groove is as undeniable as the lead, it's a simple groove, but when it locks fully into place, it just gets your head moving, getting you in the position for John's sublime guitar masterwork. I have to say, with the constant rythm going on, this is a perfect track to pick up a guitar and jam to, it's just great. The guitar masterclass only gets better and better and then winds down to a close. We have one track to go, Meditation. A softer piece, a walking piano draws us inside, a gentle melody, Santana's guitar providing suport. This kinda track is traditional for closign off 70's albums or music.

As you may have guessed, I am far more into John McLaughlin than Santana, the dude just does it for me. McLaughlin's been one of the biggest influences on my guitar playing and I just love how he does what he does. Musically, this album is really enjoyable, and John's guitar slinging is at the top of it's form, and just listening to it makes me want to pick up mine and just shred. The tones are all honey sweet, and there is a distinct sense of spirituality flowing through the music, though it never becomes overpowering. Sri Chinmoy despite all his controversies has done a lot to promote peace, and without him, we wouldn't have had this album.

Mr. Big - What If...

Mr. Big are perhaps the best example of a heavy metal supergroup there is. Any band which includes Paul Gilbert from Racer-X on guitar and the unstoppable bass guitar juggernaut that is Billy Sheehan, has to be paid attention to. And boy, were they. In typical metal fashion though, they got the hits, then sunk into their groove and after growing tensions, eventually disbanded in 2002, reforming in 2011 and releasing What If... (and yes, that really is a pig flying on the cover...)

I love Paul and Billy's playing, as musicians they strive to just stretch the technical ability of their instruments, and while shred guitar is often written off as self-indulgent wankery, so what? Generally it's the self indulgent musicians who come up with the ideas which inspire everybody else (examples: Miles Davis, Frank Zappa). However with some players this is a valid criticism (hello Yngwie!) and I guess, should be always taken into account. Masturbatory playing is groovy as long as something comes out of it, and so does this album produce the much needed musical jizz, or the painful friction rashes on the metaphorical foreskin?

Track 1, Undertow, 80's style metal riffage takes over, 80's style singing is provided via Eric Martin and there's little else to say really. It's a very very old style track, 80's American heavy metal as it always was. American Beauty kicks things up a notch, still generic as hell. Though there is a notable Queensryche influence really creeping in if you ignore Gilbert's speed metal playing, especially in the solo, where he's really allowed to take flight. Track 3, Stranger In My Life is exactly as the title makes you imagine, a fucking power ballad. After Bruce Dickenson's 90's classic, Tears Of The Dragon, you'd have thought everybody else would have just given up on power ballads, but no. We have this nasty little turd. Skip it.

Nobody Left To Blame however is a much better track, musically more going on, some interesting textures in the sound, and some sweet delicious Paul Gilbert licks. It's very post-Pearl Jam, though I don't think mainstream American rock has really left the 90's yet. Billy Sheehan's ripping bass takes hold with Still Ain't Enough For Me, we are truely back in '89 speed metal territory here, but Sheehan's bass is so godly that we can let it live. Pat Torpey's stable drumming provides a solid groove for Sheehan and Gilbert to enjoy themselves. Best track of the album so far, deserves some headbanging. Once Upon A Time is perhaps best ignored, it's fucking dull.Hopefully, the next track isn't as far as they can see musically, for As Far As I Can See is again very very generic. Torpey's beat still pounds the same, so repetative it reveals the massive amount of variety in Kraftwerk's motorik drum lines. I get the idea that this album would just work better if everything was removed apart from the solos, which remain fun.

All The Way Up is again best ignored. Boring. Starting with a decent interlude, I Won't Get In My Way is a pretty decent if inoffensive arena rock track, I can imagine the crowd singing along at the chorus. So far, Mr. Big have taken no risks with their comeback album, it's all standard fare, Gilbert and Sheehan's improved playing provide some interesting hooks, but with just three tracks left, can they kick it up a gear?
Around The World treats us with a neat speed metal track with a catchy sing-along chorus. It keeps it's pace, it's enjoyable and you can smell the beer and hairspray! Lyrically, it's written by a five year old, but it is a good example of that kinda enjoyable 80's metal, wanking instrumental sections and all, especially at the end. Guitar playing like molten honey. I Get The Feeling is clearly about the feeling of wanting to be David Lee Roth (which naturally we all get from time to time, but the spandex just don't fit). Unforgiven returns to the speed-metal-meets-Queensryche sound to mixed results, the playing is tight, the drums still boring, the track still kinda meh. The solo can't save it.

You'd think I really hate this kinda music judging by my negative review, but it's something of a guilty pleasure, as a guitarist I love listening to players push things as far as they can go, and I think that's why I don't like this album as much as I should. Billy Sheehan has had an amazing time in Steve Vai's band, and to come from something so quirky and interesting as that, to then just providing standard bass lines is a tragedy. Likewise, Gilbert has won the respect of almost every guitarist alive during his solo career, he doesn't need this. Comeback records really are the difficult ones to do, you have to get the balance just right between doing something new and exciting, and also appeasing the fans. Judas Priest hit it perfectly with 2004's Angel Of Retribution, and Hawkwind with 2010's Blood Of the Earth, though Gong's 2032 tried to do too much, with no real substance or support behind it. Here, Mr. Big have just gone to appease the fans, and as a result, done nothing new, exciting or interesting.

Also, I really need to think of a better, quiker and easier way of doing album reviews rather than by a track-by-track breakdown!!