Tuesday, June 9, 2020

Friday Night Jukebox, Vol. CCLXXXIII--The Replacements: Let It Be (Album)

Well, another year has passed and this week we'll have our yearly installment of "It's My Birthday and I'll Feature an Album If I Want to...."  This year I'll be fawning over the Replacements' seminal album Let It Be.

I've already wrote a post about the Replacements, and since these album posts tend to stretch out a ways, I'll skip the band history.  The one note I'd like to make is what a surprise this album was--it had been released for twenty years before I finally got around to listening to it, and the fact that I'd make it the fifth album I'd write about for Friday Night Jukebox says volumes about how much the album means to me.  Over the years the Replacements have become one of my all-time favorite bands, and it will always surprise me that they never got as big as REM or U2, a couple of bands who debuted around the same time.  And it's a shame they aren't in the Rock and Roll Hall of Fame--maybe some day they'll surprise me and put both the Replacements and the Spinners in the same year....

And away we go!

I Will Dare--As noted above, I've already written about this one.  The best song on the album and quite likely the best song the Replacements ever did.  Right up there with "Thunder Road" for all-time great album opening songs.  A masterpiece.  Favorite line:  "Ain't lost yet, so I gotta be the winner/Cigarettes and fingernails, a lousy dinner..."

Favorite Thing--A nice slice of power punk, reminiscent of songs from their early days.  No idea what the "favorite thing" is--a woman?  rock music?  something else?  The ending lyric is ambiguous as well.  No matter--not a great song but far from being a bad one, either.  Favorite line:  "Yeah, I think, I hear, I know/Rock don't give a shit, you know..."

We're Comin' Out--Like the previous song, harkens back to the band's punk roots.  But also a harbinger of songs to come--the band slows it down before the last stanza and lets you know they're thinking big on this album.  One of my early favorites from the album.  Favorite line:  "One more chance to get it all wrong/One more night to do it all wrong/One more warning..."

Tommy Gets His Tonsils Out--Not sure if a band member had a bad experience with a doctor or what, but in this time of a pandemic where health care providers are heroes this one makes the case that maybe there are a few who aren't quite as heroic as we'd like.  At any rate, more power punk.  Favorite line:  "Rip, rip, we're gonna rip 'em out now..."

Androgynous--To say this song was light years ahead of its time would be an understatement.  Featuring just a piano and Paul Westerberg's vocals, the song is an ode to a cross dressing man who falls in love with a cross dressing woman...and they live happily ever after.  Westerberg also makes the case that someday people will laugh at those who laugh at the LGBTQ community.  A stunning song for its time (1984).  Favorite line:  "And they love each other so/Androgynous/Closer than you know, love each other so/Androgynous..."

Black Diamond--A cover of a Kiss song, written by Paul Stanley.  I've never heard the original, so I don't know how true it is to its source.  A song with socioeconomic/political overtones, features impassioned vocals from Westerberg.  A nice nod to past heroes.  Favorite line:  "Out on the street for a living/You know it is only begun/Regardless a street or a country/They got you under their thumb..."

Unsatisfied--The band slows it down a little for this one and Westerberg carries the song with a heartfelt and subtly understated vocal.  There's a sense of despondence within the song, but at least for me, it's never a sense of hopelessness.  One of the better songs on the album.  Favorite line:  "And it goes so slowly on/Everything I've ever wanted/Tell me what's wrong..."

Seen Your Video--My second favorite song on the album.  Two and a half minutes of Bob Stinson showing off his guitar chops (plenty of fine jangly guitars in there, too), and then thirty seconds of Westerberg shouting a diatribe against MTV.  Plenty have noted that as the years went on the band did its share of videos that appeared on MTV, but every now and again you just have to say, "Fuck 'em if they can't take the joke."  Favorite (and only) line:  "Seen your video/The phony rock and roll/We don't want to know..."

Gary's Got a Boner--When I originally saw this song title, I thought it might be one of those songs included for comic effect.  It's anything but--if I had to guess it's about a sexual sadist (maybe serial killer?) who enjoys the violence much more than the sex.  While it's actually quite well written (not a comment on rape, but a portrait of a rapist), the subject matter is a bit much for me.  Not horrible, but not a favorite either.  Favorite line:  Nothing that deals with sexual violence could ever be a favorite of mine.

Sixteen Blue--And they follow that up with one of the most poignant songs ever written, a song about being sixteen and having urges that you don't understand, knowing what sex is without the slightest clue what it means, and telling folks you're fine when you're anything but.  Westerberg's vocals capture precisely the angst of being old enough to know but too young to partake (or able to find a partner willing to learn with you).  The band is definitely maturing with this one.  Favorite line:  "Your age is the hardest age/Everything drags and drags/You're looking funny/You ain't laughing are you?/Sixteen blue..."

Answering Machine--The Replacements close with another standout track, an ode to calling the one you love and getting an answering machine instead.  Have a hunch this one is also a tale of a band being on the road, and the loneliness and of what is lost despite the playing of music for a living and the adoring crowds.  A lovely way to close an album, and proof that the Replacements were a band to be reckoned with.  Favorite line:  "Big time's got its losers/Small town's got its vices/A handful of friends/One needs a match, one needs some ice..."

And that's it--enjoy 33 minutes of pure listening joy:





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emaycee

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