Bill Knight column for Mon., Tues.
or Wed., June 11, 12 or 13, 2018
Full disclosure: I’ve known and loved Slink Rand and
Craig “Wolfman” Moore for decades, from adolescent double-dating and rebellious
rowdiness to Midwest music: working, playing, writing and performing throughout
Illinois, Iowa and Missouri – the whole Midwest really.
Their musical reunion got underway in the summer two
years ago, building on shared times, when Slink played guitar in the Wildcats
and Moore bass in GONN, then both joined Ilmo Smokehouse, then went their own
ways in the Slink Rand Group, Ready Steady Go, and other retail and wholesale
rock ‘n’ roll ventures.
The new, mostly original, record revives their
signature sound of Wolfie’s gale-force vocals and Slink’s slashing guitar.
Calling Moore’s voice “gravelly” is cruel to quarries.
His shrieking, sneering vocals erupt into anger without malice, blending teen
angst and senior resentment (he’s 71). Frustration and fear mix with fun and
freedom. Slink, 69, unleashes piercing guitar licks and lines that rise like a
tide into a warm, cleansing wash, riffs that conjure combustion without
mufflers and the sinister fuzz of a dentist’s drill. Only melodic.
Three tracks flirt with nostalgia, then kick it to the
curb, the lyrics on “Exiles on Main Street” celebrate innocent, energetic times
past, and rekindle an enthusiasm and idealism lost to safe playlists, a
cutthroat music business and the deep divisions cleaved by social media and
mainstream moderation. “Save A Place” surges from Slink’s foundational guitar
to recall counter-cultural collisions (lyrically comparable to Five Man
Electrical Band’s 1971 hit “Signs”). And “Don’t Tell Your Daddy” is an
outstanding salvage job of Loggins and Messina’s innocuous “Your Mama Don’t
Dance,” only with a sexually charged plea.
Elsewhere in this jam-packed package (available on
vinyl and CD, with a color poster, booklet and other features) is their version
of Gershwin’s classic “Summertime,” a creative mashup with an intro line
fiercely echoing Johnny Rivers’ unforgettable rendition of Chuck Berry’s “Memphis.”
Also, “Sunrise” features a fine, fun guitar solo; the
slower, softer-but-snarling “Read It in the Clouds” is nicely eerie; and the
stopper may be “Legion,” cramming minor chords, major dread, flat notes and
sharp pokes to the soul with dark, almost Biblical imagery that comes across as
a red-white-and-blue “Sympathy for the Devil.”
Background harmonies on “What Doesn’t Kill You” (with
its delightful overlapping refrains and choruses) and other cuts are heavenly
and dastardly additions to the core sound, which benefits enormously from
drummer Matt Warren (and drummer Mark Moretto on “Legion”), and some Sidemen
Sizzle from “Rockin’ Billy” Gress, Mike Nellas and Rich Teegarden (who also
engineered at his Crabshack studio in Eureka).
In the end, Wolf howls, Slink growls and Slinkenwolf
prowls, and turntables and other music players will guarantee our hearts and
ears will benefit.
“The Return of the Slinkenwolf” will be available in
July via Nashville’s United Record Distributing at stores including Moore’s
Younger than Yesterday on University in Peoria, plus online at related web
sites and Facebook hosts. The first 500 LPs will be on “bloody red” vinyl.
Preorders, including postage, are $25 for the LP and $15 for the CD.
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