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1984 Reviewspage fourSeptember 7th, 1984If it's quantity you're after, this might be the show for you. The show starts with 6 straight guitar solo vehicles, and before it's over, we've been treated with another 7. Personally, I prefer quality, and well, this is not the show for me. The opening sixpack consists of four very worn-out songs (Trouble/Penguin/Hotel/Tiny Lights) and two relatively fresh (Chunga's/I'm The Slime), and of these, only Chunga and Green Hotel manage to keep my attention. In Slime, FZ surprises everyone with a "Take it away Don Pardo" - the funniest moment of the show. You Are What You Is/Mudd Club has FZ trying to establish a secret word ("waffle" - a pretty common SW actually), but very little comes out of this. Another tired solo in Advance Romance, and a Gay/Brown/Grease/Honey suite without any deviation whatsoever, except for a few waffles in Honey. After this stale bunch of songs, Ride My Face To Chicago feels really fresh. FZ is pretty funny during the Ooo-eee- ooo-oooh parts, and delivers a cool solo over the thank-God-not-yet-reggae vamp. Alan takes his usual Let's Move To Cleveland solo, while FZ's turns out to be the highlight of the show. A dark story, with Scott playing very high, gloomy notes in the background. The first of the encores contains no surprises, but a really good Muffin Man. The second one brings a big surprise, though - Filthy Habits, a song that had been buried for the past 8,5 years (not counting the little Brest '79 version). Quite good, but it seems FZ wasn't really happy with it, as he would play it just once more and then bury it again for another 3,5 years. The show ends with Whipping Post. One great solo, 3 good ones and 9 bland. Add to this a pretty bad sound and very little humour, and you have a tape you could really live without. --JN September 8th, 1984Frank was obviously in a guitar playing mood when he arrived in Europe. 13 solos yesterday, and 11 today, inluding the first 7 songs of the show. And it seems to be the right decision, as Frank's playing tonight, while not mindblowingly fabulous, is quite fun and enjoyable. We start off with Zoot Allures, a song I'd probably like more if I didn't hear it begin 80% of the shows from 1981-84. There follow the More Penguin Hotel trio, and for once the solos in the first two manage to be as good as the third. Hot stuff, especially MTED. Then we get a really nice treat, with the second and final Filthy Habits of 1984. I wish Frank had let this stick around, as it's a fabulous song that's difficult to ruin in an 84 way. Frank's solo isn't up to 1976 standards, but still serviceable. Carolina doesn't really grab me, but Advance Romance is still quite enjoyable. Then we finally get some vocals, and after 7 guitar vehicles The He's So though Man Like Me quad sounds perfectly acceptable. Bobby Brown is cut, but if you're going to have a tape cut, best to do it there rather than during a solo. Then Goblin Girl, which rather oddly doesn't lead into Black Page but rather Sharleena, which contains another nice energetic Frank effort. There has been one thing missing from this concert, however, which is a good secret word theme. Luckily, starting with Sharleena, they emerge in abundance. 'Where the fuck are we anyway?', 'malamute', 'pony', 'G minor arpeggio', merchandise selling...it's a cavalcade of fun. Frank's solos continue to entertain during Muffin Man, Ride My Face to Chicago and IEB as well, and Bandit really goes to town on the secret words, bringing the show to an amusing conclusion. Not a must-have show, but the above-average guitar and fun secret words make it an excellent 84 tape. --SG September 9th, 1984This is half of a pretty good show. Mid-way through the proceedings- thanks to an ultra-rare (possibly the only one ever performed?) "Hot Plate Heaven" keyboard solo (yes, you read right!)- the energy level in this standard '84 show kicks up another notch or two. The first 45 minutes of this show are not bad, mind you, just typical 1984, with overplayed songs, energetic but unimaginative guitar solos, and way too much electronic percussion. Even the usually enjoyable "Truckdriver Divorce" and "Ride My Face To Chicago" are let down by fast and pointless guitar solos. Interestingly enough, it is in "Penguin in Bondage" where the first strains of inspiration start to seep through, with Frank turning his 16 bar solo into the first real interesting moment of the night. He fails to match this intensity during his "Hot Plate Heaven" solo, but thanks to an odd decision to allow one of the keyboardists to solo, Frank manages to save the show and reattract the listener's attention. (I am assuming that the keyboard solo is by Martin, as it sounds nothing like Zavod's "Cleveland" solos. Different sound, different style.) The solo in itself is not that exciting, but coming in an entirely new vehicle, and NOT being over a tired blues vamp, it is a welcome change of scenery. From here on out, Frank seems to have rediscovered his passion for the guitar, as the remaining solos all cover exciting territory. "I'm the Slime" is longer than expected, with Frank at one point straining to reach a high note to climax a middle-of-the-song run. "Sharleena" marches to its usual peak. "Muffin Man" recalls the glories of the '77 encore closers. Finally, "Whippin' Post" contains a waltz vamp during the solo section, and the transition from the vocals into this vamp works well. I am not a fan of Frank's "stop-the-song-and-insert-a-new-vamp-here" experimentation, but much to my surprise, the "Whippin' Post Waltz" works wonders. Frank's playing takes on a whole new feel, lending the solo an emotional impact not many "Post" solos have. Despite all these guitar treats, the second half of this show is not all that great simply because the set list is standard '84. Yes, there are several solos that made me sit up and take notice, but I am not sure that they are enough to make me ever want to listen to this tape again. Is this another reason for more YCDTOSA volumes? --JG September 11th, 1984September 13th, 1984 Frank gets an 'A' for effort for this night's performance. The grade for Overall Quality is sadly only a B-, but as the above grade indicates, that is not due to lack of effort. Frank steps up and takes 12 guitar solos during this show's standard set list, and during the first 7-plus, his concentration is full bore but his accomplishment is almost nothing. Each of the 7 solos begins with a melodic, carefully played motif. Frank lays down the theme for each solo, spends the first minute or so toying with the theme, and tries to find a good spot from which to launch into deeper explorations. But each time, Frank's efforts are fruitless, as the theme turns out empty in potential, or the rhythm section fails to catch fire under Frank and Frank gives up his searching. In each case, Frank then just cuts loose a series of cliched and reliable riffs, brings the solo to a hurried peak, and returns to the structured song. This occurs from the opening "Chunga's Revenge" through the middle of "Let's Move to Cleveland", with each abandoned solo bringing more disappointment as Frank's opening motifs become more inspired and passionate as the show continues.At this point, the show takes off, making the encores a consistent and surprisingly strong highlight. "Baby Take Your Teeth Out" is premiered and sounds horrible, except for Frank's guitar solo which is loong and Huge. Over this cheesy even-for-84 vamp, Frank whips out an uplifting, inspiring, classic rock type solo, which somehow manages to capture all the subtleties of classic "Frank" while at the same time establishing a "let's party" atmosphere. So far in my reviewing of this tour, this performance is the most surprising "damn that's good" track I have heard. "Ride My face To Chicago" continues the rowdy fun, as do the remaining overplayed numbers. "Cosmik Debris" comes out of nowhere with a straight-out hilarious guitar solo, in which Frank simply scrapes the guitar strings for over half the solo, and then stops playing about 12 bars too soon. The band keeps forging ahead, so Frank scrapes the strings a couple times more, and then wraps things up with a nice, cliched blues lick. The show closes with a fitting "Stevie's Spanking", in which Frank plays the heavy metal hero and lays waste with a wall of feedback and noise. Some choice stuff. There is also some interesting Secret Word sabotage occurring in the second half of the show ("spoo" ), and during the encores things get pretty out-of-control. Frank and Ike and Bobby try to out do each other with ridiculousness, and the results are pretty funny. The last 40 minutes of this show are excellent. Unfortunately, the first 65 suck. But from "Cleveland" on, this is one of the best- and most inspired- 1984 performances I have heard. September 14th, 1984September 16th, 1984September 17th, 1984This tape has two things going for it. One, the sound is excellent. This is a remarkably clean audience tape, with FZs guitar clear throughout. Two, Lets Move To Cleveland is, dare I say, beautiful. Inspirational. Uplifting. A perfect example of the majestic heights Frank was able to reach, but so seldomly did, on this tour.Cleveland proceeds as usual through Zavods and Wackermans solos, with both efforts somewhat short but entertaining affairs. Nothing special, though. Entering Franks domain, things immediately take a turn for the better with the introduction of a four-note arpeggio vamp played on a heavily effected guitar. The result is a spacey, futuristic groove over which Thunes plays a bass solo. After a minute or so of this, Frank introduces a second loop- a more typical machine gun style chord loop- which sets up a nice contrast with the previous loop. Frank begins soloing, riffing off the second loop, while the band continues to ride along with the slower first loop. An interesting effect, but it doesnt really work UNTIL Wackerman abruptly shifts gears, fires off several volleys of snare, and brings the entire band together surging along with the second loop. At this point, the groove simply takes off, and Frank sounds more confident than he has all night. Just when it seems as if things may settle down and turn predictable, Thunes steps forward and completely changes the harmonic complexion of the solo, heightening the emotional intensity of Franks playing with some of the most perfectly played bass notes I have heard. This goes on for roughly half a minute before Thunes resolves the tension, but by this time Frank is flying, and the song rides an emotional wave into the shore. Memories of King Kong 3/26/79 and Yo Mama 10/29/78 come to mind. Powerful stuff. The rest of the show is good, but seriously undermined by the brevity of all of Franks solos. City of Tiny Lites and Hot Plate Heaven are particularly aggressive and nasty, but Frank calls it quits so soon in each that satisfaction isnt achieved. Its like good sex without the orgasm- enjoyable, but still. Carolina is tasty but short, Advance gets points for being noisy (and thats about it), Slime contains some nice rhythmic twists and turns, and More Trouble finds Zavod contributing some nice support. All the solos have something in their favor, undermined by the fact that they are all just too damn short! I love the Cleveland, and the sound on the tape is great. Otherwise, the show proved to be more frustrating than anything because of Franks short guitar playing attention span. --JG September 19th, 1984September 20th, 1984This is truly one of the most unmemorable Frank Zappa shows that I have listened to for a long time. After the first 45 minutes, I was tempted to give up the show for lost and write my review solely based on the first half of the show. There was no way the energy lacking in the first half would somehow appear and save the day in the second half. But cooler heads prevailed, and remembering that at any time a peanut, some broccoli, or even a Smurf could appear and save the day, I grit my teeth and persisted onward. Boy, was I stupid. Simply put- nothing at all special about this show. The "Carol You Fool" vocals soar immaculately, and Zavod's solo in "Cleveland" is different enough from his usual fare to at least make me mention AZ for the first time in my '84 reviews, but other than those minor things, it is simply a snooze fest. Even the usually reliable "Evil Prince" and "Ride My Face" fail to set off any bells. And that's all I have to say about this show. Skip it. --JG September 21st, 1984 Probably the most interesting thing about this tape is the unusual mix found on this audience recording. While my tape sounds much better than the B- grade received on Naurin's set list page, it is still, at best, only a B+ tape. Frank's guitar is buried deep into the mix, and the vocals are at times muffled to the point of incomprehension (as if that really matters with this tour- we all know the words, right?). But what is interesting is that Zavod's keyboards and Wackerman's drums are both front and center- clear and prominent and almost soundboard clean. During Zavod's "Let's Move to Cleveland" solo, I thought I was listening to the master tapes- the drums and keys were coming through so nicely. What's even better is that on this night, Alan and Chad are both having one of THOSE nights, and even though they sonically overshadow the rest of the band, there are no complaints whatsoever.The set list and performances themselves are not that special, though the interesting mix makes those oft-repeated songs a little more tolerable. It is in Frank's solos where things are truly interesting. Frank himself (for the most part) does not sound too inspired, but Chad's nearly out-of-control support and Zavod's interesting and at times unusual comping more than make up for any predictability on Frank's part. In fact, with the drums and keyboards so prominent, one notices that most of Frank's inspired moments come as a direct response to some flurry by Chad or some unusual chord by Zavod. I have never been a big fan of Alan, but after this tape, I will definitely listen more closely to him. The highlight of the tape musically has to be "Truckdriver's Divorce", which appears in one of those versions that all TDD's should aspire to. While it is not the longest of solos, it is weird and exploratory and is a true group creation, with FZ, AZ, and CW all playing important roles in the direction of the jam. "The Black Page" and "Let's Move to Cleveland" are also quite noteworthy solos, though they are not as inspirational as TDD. Just damn solid performances. While this may not be one of the best shows of the 1984 tour, it is an interesting and worthwhile listen. I would love to have more '84 shows mixed like this, and may find myself returning to this tape often, even if it is just to hear that "Truckdriver Divorce" again. I give it two thumbs up. --JG September 22nd, 1984This is a pretty strong though not spectacular slice of '84 Zappa. The set list is standard but not too dull, with a couple somewhat rare treats throw in ("Lucille", "Nite Owl" and "Baby Take Your Teeth Out"). The guitar solos are consistently energetic and aggressive, although at times too short. The Secret Word usage is continuous though completely random, with no single theme dominating the proceedings. And most importantly to these ears, Wackerman and Thunes are once again in top form, providing a funky edge to many of the solos, and flirting with rhythmic chaos in others.The first half of the show is standard '84 Zappa, with a suite of overplayed songs sounding fresh thanks to the rhythm section. "Zoot Allures" finds Chad flailing away on the drums as if he were soloing, "More Trouble" hits a cheesy but effective psuedo-funk groove, and "Hot Plate Heaven" is just flat out aggressive, though way too short. "Lucille" provides some excellent contrast and relief, before "City of Tiny Lites" meanders off in a lifeless, "what happened to the CS Secret Chord Progression?" solo. Frank attempts to build a solo from scratch this time out, but fails to get any real heat going. By the time the band finds a groove to work with, Frank whips out a series of guitar strangulations and manglings before abruptly ending the song. September 24th, 1984 earlyThe first show of this mini-London run fails to hold a candle to the many London extravaganzas of past Zappa tours. Thats to be expected on this tour, so no real disappointment there, but it would have been nice to see Zappa throw us at least one screw ball on the somewhat predictable tour. But he does not, and thus the first night in London brings us a standard, but at times inspired, 1984 performance.The show sails along quite predictably for the first 45 minutes or so. Frank solos competently through Zoot, COTL, Carolina, and Advanced, not really sucking, but not taking any interesting chances, either. Chad steps up occasionally (most notably in COTL) and injects a little variation in the jam, but Frank fails to explore any of these spurts for more than a few bars. It is not until Im the Slime rolls around that Frank begins to have a sense of adventure. In spite of himself, Frank finally injects a little excitement into the show with an abandoned the groove, insert a loop guitar solo in Im the Slime. At first, this idea is disastrous, as the funky Slime groove is replaced with a stale guitar loop. But almost immediately, Frank finds something of interest in this somewhat blank canvas, and takes off on what is easiest his most adventurous solo of the night. The end result is not great, but considering what had come previously in the show, it is very welcome. This leads to a high-energy In France solo that proves that Frank can do as much damage in a :30 second solo as he can in a 3:00 minute one. The Black Page delivers what is easily the strongest solo of the night, a typically aggressive BP-effort that finds Frank toying more with that noisier side that he so favored in 82. Baby Take Your Teeth Out adds another argument to its a live version of me NEEDS to be officially released claim, also delivering a strong FZ solo over a vamp that even the 84 band itself would call cheesy. And as can be expected, the Muffin Enema Bandit closes the night with a couple typical blues scorchers. Not a great show by any stretch of the imagination, but not bad. Get it for the last 45 minutes. --JG September 25th, 1984This is what you could call a "straight" show - flawlessly played, tight and very little lyrical or instrumental mutations. The kind of show that FZ liked to use when he put together his CDs, but also the kind of show that bores this reporter. I'm sure many fragments of this show have ended up on various releases, most notably the solos in Trouble Every Day and The Evil Prince. The former is mostly interesting for the accompaniment, while the latter is one of the better of the show. There are two really good solos, in Truck Driver Divorce and Cleveland, but most of the rest are downright dull. Apart from the few good solos, there are two things that saves this show from utter disaster: a couple of songs that haven't yet become overplayed (especially Baby, Take Your Teeth Out is nice to hear), and Scott Thunes. Yes, once again it's Scott who steals the attention. While the rest of the band are running on empty, he keeps delivering bass lines that are creative, beautiful, funny, funky and simply great. The mix on this FM tape brings him up front, for which I'm thankful. Otherwise, this is a pretty bad sounding, low-fi FM tape. --JN Back to 1984 Main Page © 1997 turtlestew@compuserve.com |