Once more I have gone prospecting for musical diamonds in my favourite decade and dug up this sparkling gem from a hard rock band that should be familiar to everyone. I consider
Aerosmith to be one of the three giant American heavy rock bands (not AOR etc) to emerge from the 1970’s. I have already reviewed the other two: Kiss and Van Halen. This album provided inspiration to the mega bands of subsequent decades, Slash, James Hetfield and Kirk Cobain were all big fans.
Back in 1976 when
Rocks was released, The original ‘Smiths were already massive in the their home market but not so much on this side of the Atlantic; that would eventually change when the comeback kings got even bigger in the late 80’s and the 90’s, following Run DMC’s life giving cover of the big hit from Rocks’ predecessor “Toys in the Attic”. Rocks didn’t chart or produce any hit singles in the UK so it may be unfamiliar to those who are not hard rock connoisseurs or Septics.
True Aeronauts prefer what lead singer Steven Tyler refers to the as the old shit. So, walk this way and enjoy the sweet emotion of a roller coaster ride fuelled by a high-octane combination of coke from Columbia (the record company, not the country) and smack.
Aerosmith’s fourth album
Rocks was my introduction to the band and their sixth member, producer Jack Douglas, an honours graduate of the mighty Bob Ezrin’s school of music production. Rocks is one of those albums that I wish I had never heard so that I could hear it again for the first time: my initial listen was an absolute revelation. I love how this recording sounds. It has a special sound that assaults the ear drums, as dirty sleazy guitar riffs mesh and intertwine with rock solid rhythms and highly distinctive vocals. Guitars are the key component of the record. Mister Joe “Fuckin’” Perry and Brad Whitford constitute one of rocks’ finest dual lead guitar combos, whilst Jack Douglas is a mixer par excellence of tortured Les Pauls and Strats. This won’t be to everyone’s taste but the key according to Douglas is distortion. Apparently, execs at CBS freaked when they first heard Rocks but were soon comforted as it became one of the first L.P.s ever to ship platinum.
If the likes of Lynyrd Skynyrd were the cowboys of US rock, Aerosmith were the native Americans - the skyscraper erecting Mohawk Skywalker kind. Fittingly, Rocks begins with
Back in the Saddle, a spaghetti western of a song powered by Perry’s six string bass riff and featuring all manner of sound effects as the band gallop to a finale of squalling guitars.
Last Child is a funky rocker featuring some of Tyler’s trademark naughty nursery rhyme lyrics - more double entendres than “Carry On Cowboy”. The song rolls straight into rattling rocker
Rats in the Cellar, the dark side of Toys in the Attic.
Combination closes side one of the record and Joe Perry shares lead vocals with his Toxic Twin on a song he wrote about drug use.
I find my own fun,
Sometimes for free
I got to pay it to come lookin' for me
Walkin' on Gucci
Wearin' Yves Saint Laurent
Barely stay on 'cause I'm so God damn gaunt
Back in the day, critics often compared Aerosmith to The Stones because of Tyler and Perry’s supposed similarity to the Glimmer Twins: one being a big-lipped singer and the other a guitar slinger with crow’s nest hair. However, whilst the boys from Boston Massachusetts certainly had the swagger of the Londoners, they were always more “New Yardbirds” and this is one of the songs that points in that direction.
Side 2 of Rocks takes flight with the Byrds like jangle that introduces bassist Tom Hamilton composition
Sick as a Dog. The song soon becomes a riff driven number with tattered and torn vocals from Tyler, who obviously gargles with JD. The other JD, Jack Douglas orchestrates a wonderful mid-section where time seems to stop, and the sudden simplicity of a tightly compressed snare holds the attention before the guitars return and rise to thrilling crescendo.
Aerosmith were never Led clones, but
Nobody’s Fault really has the heft of a Zeppelin track. Drummer Joey Kramer gives a powerhouse performance and Mister Whitford contributes some substantial soloing.
Talking of Led,
Get the Lead Out is lighter than the preceding track but still has that dirigible feel.
Lick and a Promise, a song about that ubiquitous rockstar Johnny and his lady friends, features more tasty guitar licks.
Aerosmith were masters of the power ballad before the term was invented and closer
Home Tonight is one of their best. Composed by a man who has been injected with most things, including a phonograph needle, this Steven Tyler song provides the balm after the storm of the rest of the album; a bit like taking horse after bingeing on nose candy and Scooby snax (I guess).
And that is
Rocks – it does what it says on the sleeve.