THE NASHVILLE TEENS
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1964–1972 |
Classic rhythm’n’blues |
Google Eye (1964) |
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Tracks: 1) Tobacco
Road; 2) Mona (I Need You Baby); 3) Need You; 4) Bread And Butter Man;
5) Hurtin’ Inside; 6) Hootchie Kootchie Man; 7) Google Eye; 8) Too Much; 9)
Parchment Farm; 10) I Like It Like That; 11) How Deep Is The Ocean; 12) La
Bamba; 13*) T.N.T.; 14*) Find My Way Back Home; 15*) Devil-In-Law. |
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REVIEW The Nashville
Teens mostly remain famous for two things — backing up Jerry Lee Lewis on his
classic Live At The Star-Club
record, and releasing the best known version of ‘Tobacco Road’, one of the
first classics of the garage rock movement. Less known is their curious
historical connection to Renaissance, the prog-rock giants: keyboard player
John Hawken was one of the founding members of the original, Keith Relf-led
group (he would also later play in Illusion, the short-lived revival of that
original lineup), while Michael Dunford, the Nashville Teens’ original guitar
player, would later join the classic Annie Haslam lineup of Renaissance.
Gotta love those strange roads of 1960s rock indeed. |
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Anyway, the actual story of the Nashville Teens is
long (apparently, as of 2020 a certain lineup of the band is still out there performing, though
with none of the original members involved), obscure (very little information
is available on them, though they do maintain their own website), and sad —
they had something like 5-6 months of minor glory in 1964, from the Jerry Lee
Lewis gig to the success of their first two singles. Ironically, their most
musically gifted member, pianist John Hawken, did not even play the Hamburg
gig with Jerry Lee — for fairly obvious reasons — though even when reduced to
a trio, guitarist John Allen (who had recently replaced Mick Dunford),
bassist Pete Shannon, and drummer Barry Jenkins (who would later join Eric
Burdon for his New Animals) still raised plenty of respectable rock’n’roll
ruckus, not enough to upstage Jerry Lee but sufficient to become one and
whole with the man in a magnificent rock’n’roll tornado of sound. The young band from Surrey (who had nothing to do
with Nashville and almost nothing to do with country music, but probably
thought that Nashville Teens sounded so much cooler than Surrey Teens) became
notorious for providing solid backing service to overseas guests, from Carl
Perkins to Chuck Berry, and eventually were picked up by Mickie Most, signed
to London Records, and given a chance to prove themselves as creators rather
than followers. The signs were auspicious — for the band’s very first single,
they astutely chose a poignant and catchy song written by little-known
American songwriter John D. Loudermilk, which they turned from a quietly dark acoustic
ditty into one of the fiercest rock’n’roll explosions of the year 1964. Seriously, few things beat that opening lead guitar
punch, or the way the bass guitar and the drums not simultaneously, but
interchangeably kick your ass in the introduction to each verse — they take
the exact CHUG-CHUG (bass) PSHH-PSHH (percussion) contour of Loudermilk’s
original and amplify them to pissed-off anthemic heights. Throw in the almost
martial vocal harmonies from the band’s two singers, Art Sharp and Ray
Phillips, John Hawken’s tight bluesy piano backing throughout the track, and
the song’s gutsy lyrics ("I was born in a bunk / Mama died and my daddy
got drunk" beats even ‘House Of The Rising Sun’ in terms of social bite)
and you most certainly got a recipe for a big hit. Future performers would
take the song in even darker and wilder directions — the Blues Magoos, for
instance, would turn it into a freakbeat classic two years later — but the
leap from Loudermilk to the Nashville Teens is still the biggest evolutionary
leap that this song ever took, even if I personally am still more partial to
the Blues Magoos version. One might,
however, suspect trouble brewing if one also took the time to listen to the
single’s B-side — a short, frail, tepid cover of Chris Kenner’s hit ‘I Like
It Like That’, which did not have even the tenth part of ‘Tobacco Road’s
energy and, frankly speaking, sounds wimpy and insecure even next to the Dave
Clark Five’s cover from next year. (Also, why the hell do they sing
"Come on, let me show you where I
sat" instead of the expected "where it’s at"? My guess is
that this was the way they interpreted the backing vocals on the Kenner
record, which went with the colloquial pronunciation "where is-sat", assimilating the t). Of course, this was just a humble
B-side and all, but it was not just a mediocre filler B-side — it was a
downright bad B-side, poorly sung
and poorly played. A couple months later, the Teens tried to repeat the
success of ‘Tobacco Road’ by covering yet another
Loudermilk song — believing, apparently, that lightning would strike twice,
after all. This time, however, they did not manage to find anything with
equal amounts of social relevance, and settled for ‘Google Eye’ — no, not a prophetically protest song
against a giant Internet Big Brother illegally gathering personal data from
all of its subscribers, as one might think, but rather a simple, fun folk
ditty about going out for some fishing ("google eye" = "googly
eye", i.e. "bulging eye" of the doomed little fishy). Alas,
while the result was not bad (and the song still managed to hit the charts),
this time around I must state that I by far prefer Loudermilk’s original
— which has a very imaginative acoustic guitar arrangement, a beautifully
sung verse melody, and some fantastic tongue-twisting in the chorus. The
Nashville Teens, on the other hand, try to give it a rock arrangement,
opening the song with a guitar-and-bass groove that is very similar to the one used for ‘Tobacco Road’ (give the people
more of what they want, right?), and the result is neither fish nor fowl, a
song stripped of its folksy charm but not given enough opportunity to blossom
into a rock’n’roll ass-kicker. (The B-side, a «self-penned» jam set to the
groove of Booker T & The MG’s’ ‘Green Onions’ and the vocal melody of
John Lee Hooker’s ‘Dimples’ and called ‘T.N.T.’, is actually superior —
pretty damn heavy for 1964 and featuring some cool soloing from Hawken and
Allen). Anyway, ‘Google Eye’ still made it into the UK Top
10, which provided the band with a chance to prove themselves with a
full-fledged LP — released at the tail end of 1964 and, naturally, called Tobacco Road. The chance was largely
wasted, as the Teens did not manage to present themselves either as
songwriters (not a single track was self-written) or even as useful
interpreters of others’ material. What do they actually do? They cover Bo
Diddley — with ‘Mona’, the definitive British cover of which had already been
done by the Stones; the only distinctive element about this one is Hawken’s
masterful electric piano playing throughout, unfortunately buried much deeper
in the mix than necessary. They cover Muddy Waters — yet another cover of ‘Hoochie Coochie Man’ that nobody really needs
(the weird thing about this one is that they follow the American artist Hoyt
Axton, who had the nerve to orthographically rechristen the song as ‘Hootchie
Kootchie Man’ and then credit it to himself rather than to Willie Dixon).
They even close the album with their own take on ‘La Bamba’, which has about
half as much energy as Ritchie Valens’ classic version. Probably the single most creative thing they do on
the LP is record a fast, poppy version of ‘How Deep Is The Ocean?’, which
they completely reinvent as a «Dylan-meets-the-Isley-Brothers» kind of song,
starting out as a harmonica-driven folk tune and occasionally breaking out
into a ‘Shout’-type groove. It’s an original take (provided they do not lift
the idea from somebody else, which I am not entirely sure of), but not a very
meaningful one — it is hard to marry the folk vibe and the R&B vibe
convincingly enough to prove that they really belong in bed together. I’m not
even sure who could do such a thing well enough — maybe if, say, the
Searchers and the Animals came out on stage together and did a spliced
version where one band would gradually merge in and out of the other, it
could have been awesome. The Nashville Teens, unfortunately, did not have the
competence or inspiration to do this right. Still, at the end of the day Tobacco Road is a routinely competent LP, one that could have
been much better, perhaps, if the band thought of themselves as «John Hawken
and the Nashville Teens» and gave their piano player top billing (and top
mixing) on just about everything here. And the band was not exactly finished
with it: the boogie-rocker ‘Find My Way Back Home’, released as their third
single in early 1965, is a good spiritual predecessor to the
simple-and-stupid strain of early 1970s glam-rock, certainly not much worse
than your average Sweet single of the time and still a modest chart success
for the band. Yet all of this, as well as their subsequent career (much of
which is reflected on the compilation album Nashville Teens, released in 1972), is still bound to forever
remain as a footnote to ‘Tobacco Road’, which, in turn, is itself a footnote
in the history of the classic British Invasion period. Maybe there is a moral
lesson for British kids in there somewhere — like, do not name yourselves
after American toponyms, it brings bad luck or something... |