MusicDo You Believe, Like I Believe, in the MAGIC CITY MUSIC of The BREATHERSBy Gary 'Pig' GoldFriday, March 11, 2005
Straight from the introductory Paperback Byrdsian chimes of “Did You Think,” the kick-off and-then-some on their grand new MAGIC CITY MUSIC: FT. LAUDERDALE 1981-1986 ceedee, the one and only Breathers remind us just how that defiantly jangle-jingle territory they laid stake to twenty years ago sounds as fresh and entirely riveting today as it must’ve back in those dank, dark years before the words “power pop” became a subterranean household pigeonhole. And it’s truly been that way ever since the faithful day original NRBQ drummist Tom Staley hooked his lot up to that most hook-laden of Louisville strummers Rick Harper (he fresh from Kentucky fried gigs alongside no less than Jerry Reed and Billy Swan). Their mighty musical mission? To forge a four-to-the-bar alliance that just never would settle for anything less than sounds and styles conjured by the Holy Trinity of Sixties B-Bands—as in Beatles, Beach Boys, and those above-referenced Byrds –- yet whilst boldly carving brave new paths towards what in retrospect can be identified as most presciently Pop-worthy in every solitary sense of the claim. Soon enough joined by Erich Overhultz’s keyboards and finally the late, very great guitarist Bob Zohn, Tom readily admits “we were a recording unit primarily, and it served as an outlet for our individual creations. But by far Rick was the most prolific songwriter, and he was the motivating factor in the band.” Indeed, even passing listens to “Got A Woman” (wherein Rockpile chance upon Augie Meyers in some Dade County back alley) and especially “Coffee Table” (have you EVER heard a more pointedly cinematic attention to detail, lyrically especially, within a mere two-minutes-fifty-six?!!) demonstrate the uncannily gentle genre-leaps a Harper composition can take …whilst somehow making it all seem and sound so utterly, hum-along-ably easy! Elsewhere along similarly vocal veins, how is it Dave and Ansell Collins can cross the Four Tops (“Won’t Somebody Tell Me”), John Lennon spreads “Mind Games” all over stray Harmonicats (“Don’t It Make You Feel”) and Tom’s ol’ Rhythm and Blues Quartet can take on the not-so young Rascals (“Doctor Doctor”) and in the process have this all –- and THEN some! – somehow sound so ridiculously, righteously …RIGHT? I mean, didn’t Man quit making such effortlessly wreckless records ‘way back within the latter reaches of the L. B. Johnson administration?!! But our heroes deftly cooked ‘n’ cranked it all up again throughout their just-too-brief Floridian reign beneath Reagan’s watch, presidentially still speaking that is. And NOW, just in our nick of times you bet, this fearless foursome return to the current digi-age with every single inch of their sly, sonic sheen intact and their Message of Melody as wickedly inspiring as ever. Honestly, they—whoever “they” are—just don’t, won’t, or more likely CAN’T construct two and a half minutes as wholly, poignantly perfect as, say, “Love Is Together” anyway anyhow anywhere any more. Really! So while you all now manipulate your mice towards DON’T IT MAKE YOU FEEL COFFEE TABLE GOT A WOMAN LOVE IS TOGETHER (E. Overhultz) WON’T SOMEBODY TELL ME DOCTOR DOCTOR (B. & J. Zohn) FALLEN INLOVE AGAIN ![]()
|