THE HEP STARS
Recording years |
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Music sample |
1964–1989 |
Pop rock |
Sunny Girl (1966) |
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Tracks: 1) Cadillac; 2) Be My Baby; 3)
That’s When Your Heartaches Begin; 4) Send Me Some Lovin’; 5) Young And
Beautiful; 6) Rockin’ Love; 7) No Response; 8) I’ll Never Quite Get Over You;
9) Sweet Little Sixteen; 10) Oh! Carol; 11) Then She (He) Kissed Me; 12) Bald
Headed Woman. |
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REVIEW Of
the two principal Swedish bands to form in the wake of the British Invasion
(and by «principal» I mean «known at least a little outside of their home
country»), Tages was unquestionably the more musically interesting and
important one, if only because its members showed a strong interest in
original songwriting right from the get-go. However, The Hep Stars got a bit
of a time jump on them when it came to actual recordings — which seems only
too appropriate, since The Hep Stars were based in Stockholm, while Tages
came from Gothenburg; after all, the capital will always have its way, want
it or not. And somehow, too, through the earliest years of their existence,
The Hep Stars managed to quite handily outsell Tages — indicating that young
Swedes were a bit more willing to enjoy native covers of their favorite US
and UK artists rather than attempts by their own countrymen to find their own
Svenkst way of doing things. |
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The Hep Stars’ first minor appearance on the charts,
though, was not even with a US or UK cover. Recorded in late 1964 with the
band’s original keyboard player Hans Östlund and released on Åke
Gerhard’s independent Olga label, it was ‘Kana Kapila’ — a cover of a minor
1961 success by the Belgian band The Continental Cousins (or simply The
Cousins) from the height of the twist craze. ‘Kana Kapila’ is in itself a
corrupted spelling of Hawaiian kanikapila
"violin sound", a relatively free-form style of homebrewn
Polynesian improvisation — and the quirky little ditty was probably the
result of free-style associative thinking, from twisting to surfing to Hawaiian; apparently, the syllabic
structure of Hawaiian works pretty damn well for a novelty approach to dance
music in 1961, like when you make a rapid fire delivery of wiki wiki wiki wiki ("quickly,
quickly!") that really brings out the inner kid in your twistin’
persona. Why The Hep Stars thought, three years later, that it would make for
a good artistic choice in the era of The Beatles is anybody’s guess — especially
since none of their other early covers went that far into the direction of silly kitsch. They did have a
pretty tight rhythm section, I’ll admit: Lelle Hegland on bass and Chrille
Pettersson on drums drive this thing more steadily and assuredly than The
Continental Cousins ever did, though probably still a few notches below The
Ventures, had the latter ever tried it out. Starting already with the B-side of ‘Kana Kapila’ —
a cover of Ray Charles’ ‘I Got A Woman’ — the band asserted its predilection
for the OG school of rock’n’roll and R&B: in addition to Ray Charles,
their early singles honor the Everly Brothers (‘Bird Dog’), Eddie Cochran
(‘Summertime Blues’), Ritchie Valens (‘Donna’), and Buddy Holly, though in an
indirect fashion — through the cover of Mike Berry’s heartfelt, but musically
and lyrically lame ‘Tribute To Buddy Holly’. All of these imitations are
listenable, but all of them also make clear that The Hep Stars, from the
beginning and until the very end, would be careful to present themselves as
wholesome family entertainment — maybe just one step away from quintessential
«bubblegum rock» (a notion that did not yet exist in 1965, but its roots
certainly lie in bands like these). Admittedly, this is something one might
probably come to expect from a band that reared Benny Andersson — who
replaced Östlund at the end of 1964 and whose quiet, appropriately
funereal organ playing on ‘A Tribute To Buddy Holly’ is, unless I’m mistaken,
the first officially issued evidence of Benny as a keyboard player. (What a
long, strange trip, eh?). A fairly weak link in The Hep Stars was their lead
singer, Svenne Hedlund (he takes the lead on about 75% or so of all the
recordings, with lead guitar player Janne Frisk occasionally stepping in for
the sake of diversity). Unfortunately, as it sometimes happens with
non-native English speakers, his chief focus in the studio too often seems to
be on striving to sing in English with as little Swedish accent as possible.
He achieves a pretty impressive result — though still betrayed quite a bit
with the inability to control his palatal affricates ("Farmer Y-yohn, I’m in love with your daughter") — but this is about as far
as his talent reaches, judging both by the tepid take on teen angst (‘Summertime
Blues’) and the plastic soul take on teen serenading (‘Donna’). He did have
the required dashing looks, though, which was probably what kept him so
steady in the frontman’s seat for all that time. The first big break for the band came with ‘Cadillac’,
which was in itself a Renegades cover of Vince Taylor’s ‘Brand New Cadillac’
— apparently, The Hep Stars were never even aware of the original rocking
version, having only been exposed to the Renegades’ slowed-down and
«moodified» cover through a radio broadcast (which just might have something
to do with The Renegades being much bigger in Finland at the time than in
their home country — and, by radio-wave extension, through the rest of
Scandinavia as well; not coincidentally, the song was also recorded, in a
slightly harder version, by The Shamrocks, another popular Swedish band from
the same era that never reached the Hep Stars’ level of notoriety). Even if
you’re cool with the idea of turning this original blast of teen rage (which
would further be amplified all the way up to eleven by The Clash fifteen
years later) into a slow, somber, stop-and-start mood swing spectacle — and
I’m not sure I am totally cool with this myself — it still has to be admitted
that The Hep Stars do fairly little with this song that The Renegades had not
already done; the only notable difference is that the garage-rock guitar solo
on the original is replaced by Benny Andersson’s less furious, but
technically more accomplished organ break — clearly showing who, already in those
earliest days, was really the heart and soul of every band he’d been in. (Note: to hear that properly, you need
to listen to the more widely circulated album release of the song, not the original single release on
which Benny plays both keyboards and rhythm guitar — the organ solo is almost
inaudible on that one). One thing that the commercial success of ‘Cadillac’
in both Sweden and Norway showed is that audiences were clearly hungry for
more contemporary material; Buddy Holly and Eddie Cochran did not work as
well for young Scandinavians in the early Sixties as did The Renegades and
The Premiers, which meant that the band had to expand its horizons. They
probably got the idea to cover ‘Farmer John’ from The Searchers rather than
The Premiers, but one album which they clearly latched on to quite heavily
was the Kinks’ self-titled debut: two of their mid-’65 A-sides were ‘Bald
Headed Woman’ (in its Shel Talmy / Kinks incarnation) and Ray Davies’ own ‘So
Mystifying’ — apparently, ‘You Really Got Me’ was way too heavy for those
degenerated softies, so totally unworthy of their glorious Viking past! —
and, as with everything else, they do half-decent jobs here, never quite
making us understand why we should listen to this stuff instead of the
originals but providing an okayish substitute in case you get a craving for a
«different take» on some early Kinks. When the time came to reward the fans with an entire
LP, both of these trends — nostalgia for pre-Beatles rock’n’roll and
necessity to incorporate some modern ideas — were continued in near-equal
measure. On the memory lane side, The Hep Stars cover more Buddy (‘Send Me Some
Lovin’), a little Chuck (‘Sweet Little Sixteen’), and even do a lengthy,
faithful rendition of ‘That’s When Your Heartaches Begin’, replete with the
entire spoken part — no fear of dethroning Elvis or The Ink Spots, though,
what with Hedlund’s sweet and sincere, but totally karaoke-style delivery;
the best thing about the song is Benny’s quiet, restrained, sublimely
beautiful piano part in the background, almost making me wish they’d simply
recorded it as an instrumental — but then it wouldn’t be all that sublime,
would it? As for the more contemporary stuff, the band shows
quite an affection for Phil Spector, covering both ‘Be My Baby’ and ‘Then She
Kissed Me’; again, no serious need to bother, but even without the ability to
reproduce the Wall-of-Sound, these songs work better for the band than ‘Sweet
Little Sixteen’, with decent group harmonies (Frisk takes the lead on both of
these and arguably does a better job than Hedlund) and Benny’s organ work
once again stealing the ground from under everybody else’s feet. On one
occasion, The Hep Stars even manage to predate their idols: ‘I’ll Never Quite
Get Over You’, a catchy melancholic folk-pop ballad, written by the trio of Arnold,
Martin, and Morrow (eventually to be known in the UK as «Butterscotch» of ‘Don’t
You Know (She Said Hello)’ fame), would become one of the last charting
singles for Billy Fury in early 1966 — but not before it was actually discovered
and tapped into by these Swedish lads; and, for the record, their stripped
down version, with Benny’s sweet piano all over it, is better than Billy’s
overblown arrangement — in all respects other than the vocals. Perhaps it
would have been a good idea to just let Billy Fury audition for The Hep Stars
and kill two birds with one single stone, flung directly across the North Sea! The most historically important song on the album,
however, was ‘No Response’, the very first composition to be publically
presented by the young fledgling genius mind of Benny Andersson — allegedly,
he himself does not hold a particularly high opinion of it in retrospect, and
status-wise, it probably occupies about the same place on his musical legacy
shelf as Paul McCartney’s ‘In Spite Of All The Danger’, but it’s quite a
creative little ditty all the same. The verse is based on the bassline of ‘Don’t
Be Cruel’, on top of which it plants a well-mannered English verse meter,
sung somewhat Peter, Paul & Mary style; then the chorus unexpectedly
transitions into ‘Memphis, Tennessee’, while the vocals switch into full-on
pop mode, resolving into a nifty, decisive hook at the end. I’m not sure it
all really makes much emotional sense, and there are too few original ideas
in this odd hybridization to allow you to see the seedlings of ABBA — but
there is a sense of genuine attempt at creativity here, unlike in so many early
«originals» from second- and third-rate British Invasion bands that merely
consisted of writing new lyrics over wholesale-stolen melodies. Apparently, the biggest problem Benny had with the
song is finding the right words; he admits to have been using an English
dictionary, but it did not help him much. "I don’t see through it, not a bit / Someone has found your heart to
pieces (?) / I try to take it as a whit (!!!) / I had to make another reason (????)"
is fairly thought-provoking, to put it mildly. At least the chorus — "But the expression in your eyes / Is like
a big black curtain in my mind" — offers a bit of redemption for
lines like "you’ll never make me
to retire" (somehow this started out as an angry tirade against a
cold bitch but then transitioned into criticism of the Swedish pension system).
Accustomed as we are, though, to occasional slip-ups on the part of even the
best ABBA songs, Benny’s problems with the English language are probably the
least significant issues one might have with We And Our Cadillac. Certainly the Swedes themselves thought
nothing of them when they happily sent the song into their national Top 10. In the end, We
And Our Cadillac, like so many other debut records by so many young bands
outside the major hubs of the rock’n’roll universe, is not a record you
listen to in order to happily enjoy it or to viciously put it down — more
like a record you listen to to be mildly amused and to be reminded that, no
matter how simple that old rock’n’roll may be, getting it right is far from an easy chore,
impossible to complete on the strength of mere passion and adoration. In this
particular case, though, it is also a good reminder that great artistry
rarely appears overnight, and that everybody deserves a second, third, and
maybe even fourth and fifth chance before they finally come into their own. There’s
quite an overwhelming distance between ‘No Response’ and ‘Dancing Queen’ or ‘Eagle’,
and back in 1965, there was even hardly any guarantee that this distance
would ever be traveled; in fact, Benny’s 10-year journey (!) on the road to
wholesome artistic success is, to my mind, one of the longest in the history
of youth-oriented popular music (he was 28 in the year of ‘Waterloo’ — the
age of Paul McCartney upon the split
of the Beatles). But as we see, it’s quite a possible situation all the same,
even if I’m not at all sure that any sound conclusions can be drawn from it
to apply to the circumstances of the 2020s. |