JAPAN - ADOLESCENT SEX @ 45

 

Released this day, on April 8th, 1978, the debut LP from UK band Japan, Adolescent Sex, is celebrating 45 years on the shelves. At the time of its release, the band were still miles away from where they’d end up, creating a document of awkwardly fused glam and punk rock struggling to find an identity.

Founded in 1974 by brothers David & Steven Batt (later sir names changed to Sylvian & Jansen, respectively), along with schoolmates, Mick Karn, Richard Barbieri and Rob Dean, the band began from scratch by teaching themselves how to play their instruments. The name, Japan, was initially intended only as a temporary moniker, but it ended up being permanent when nothing better came along that suited their tastes. By 1976, they’d developed enough as musicians to catch the attention of Simon Napier-Bell, who signed a management deal with them. SNB also managed bands such as The Yardbirds, Marc Bolan's T-Rex, London and Wham! After winning a label-sponsored talent contest, the band signed a recording contract with the German disco label Hansa-Ariola in 1977, becoming an alternative glam rock outfit in the mold of Lou Reed, David Bowie, T.Rex, Roxy Music, and the New York Dolls although their initial material was principally guitar-based funk.

When you put it all together: the frizzled hair, gobs of makeup, snotty sneering and gritty punk-funk grooves - it didn’t make a lot of sense and the few press comments they got at their debut were generally dismissive and disparaging. Trouser Press wrote that the album "introduces Japan in all its guitar-rock misery, playing such Bowie-influenced tripe as 'Wish You Were Black' with less style than a sense of urgency". They were promising musicians, but the whole look and sound seemed like it was out of place in every sense compared to what else was going on in the industry. There was little indication that they’d be capable of morphing into the harbingers of “New Romantic” sophistication which would become their final form only a bit more than a year later with their third LP, Quiet Life. When the debut album was released internationally, many countries put it out with an eponymous title, taking offense to the sexual suggestiveness of the original. In the UK, the sales for their debut were pretty dismal, yet thanks to their name, they quickly developed a devoted and significant following in the country from which they'd borrowed their name, the land of the rising sun, Japan. The debut album was followed by a UK tour supporting Blue Öyster Cult. Intended to promote the album Japan faced more negative criticism and hostile audiences. In August 1978 their second single "The Unconventional" failed to chart. In November, the band also made a short US tour, but although they were better accepted by American audiences it proved to be their last and only foray into US soil.

Retrospectively, the band has little love for their debut. David Sylvian later commented that they were far too young and naive to be making an album at that point in their career and he was surprised they were encouraged and supported in pursing such a misguided product. Still, fans of their later work, myself included, found themselves backtracking into these early albums and, while both amused and bemused by the difference to the band we later came to adore, still consider these works as charming in their innocence and determination. And there’s even the odd song or two that still merits a listen again. AllMusic retrospectively gave the album a 4.5 out of 5 grade, writing: "A more exciting album than just about anything else they'd ever record, Japan were young, hungry, and more than a little rough around the edges." I don’t agree with that assessment of their later work by any means, but it’s still nice that their debut has garnered some respect after all these years.

JAPAN - TIN DRUM @ 40

 

November 13th marks the 40th anniversary of the release of Japan’s fifth and final studio album, Tin Drum, which was issued on this date in 1981. It would become the band’s most commercially and critically successful album, decisively pulling them out of the shadows of any previous comparisons to bands like Roxy Music and into a sound that was entirely their own.

Only a few years earlier, the band had emerged as a bunch of out-of-step glam-rock, lipstick and dyed-hair pretty boys. This was right in the middle of the punk explosion! How they ended up in the lofty artistic position they found themselves in with this last album is something of a marvel of improbability. Where their first two albums, when they garnered any attention at all, tended to attract mostly scorn and ridicule, Quiet Life and Gentlemen Take Polaroids were committed to the Herculean task of rehabilitating their credibility and the pieces came into their sharpest arrangement on Tin Drum.

Given the Eastern inclination of their name, which they bore as a burden in some ways, the idea of diving headlong into Asian influences may have been inevitable, but I don’t think anyone was prepared for what they’d do with them. As musicians, they’d been grossly underestimated and Tin Drum put to bed any lingering doubts about their capabilities. The album is complex, intricate and dazzling in its array of textures and tones. As far as mastering the tools of the modern day, they found ways to put synthesizers and sequencers to work for them in tandem with more tradition percussion instruments in ways that became completely idiosyncratic to them. Nothing else on the airwaves came close to this sound and it was entirely their own creation.

By the time recording began on the album, guitarist Rob Dean had departed thanks to the reduced reliance on guitar as a central component of their sound. With the emphasis on keyboards, David Sylvian was more than able to handling what little guitar duties were called for. This allowed the rhythm section of Steve Jansen on drums and Mick Karn on fretless bass to push forward even more and create a framework of rich complexity, though never so indulgent as to work against the integrity of the music. Nothing sounds cluttered or overwrought on the album. There’s a lot going on at any given point, save for the minimal hit single, Ghosts, but it’s all meticulously balanced. Richard Barbieri shines on the keyboards as he augments Karn and Jansen with an expansive sound palette that seem to come from an entirely exclusive reservoir. And David Sylvian, of course, brings it all together with his inventive, evocative lyrics and sultry croon.

It seemed like they were just hitting their stride with this album, so it’s all the more confounding that it would be their swan song. They’d put out a live album in 1983 recorded on the tour that supported Tin Drum, but that was it. A brief reunion would happen ten years after Tin Drum for the Rain Tree Crow project, though that didn’t garner significant attention, despite being a very satisfying album. Perhaps it was best for their legacy for them to have gone out on such a stunning high note. It ultimately worked to reinforce their legend and highlight the trajectory they traveled, from dismissed objects of scorn to the peak of critical respectability, all in less than a half decade. I came on board the Japan wagon with Quiet Life in 1979, so that album, Gentlemen Take Polaroids (1980) and Tin Drum form a fabulous trifecta of musical distinction. They all continue to find themselves creeping into rotation at regular intervals. In fact, I find myself listening to them in recent years even more than I did when these albums originally came out. Time has only highlighted their assets and deepened my appreciation for them.

40 YEARS BEING QUIET - THE LIFE OF JAPAN

December 20th marks the 40th anniversary of the release of Japan’s third LP, Quiet Life, issued on this date in 1979.

If I remember correctly, it must have been very early in 1980 when I came across it in my local record shop back in Thunder Bay, ON.  I’m not sure if I’d ever heard of the band before seeing the record.  I don’t recall them being mentioned in the music press before that album.  Maybe a stray ad for one of their first two albums might have crossed my sight line without garnering much notice.  

The cover of Quiet Life, however, made an immediate impact.  David Sylvian looked so cool.  Goddamn he was one suave fucker, to paraphrase Frank Booth!  That Andy Warhol bleach blonde hair, the “talk to the hand” gesture, the porcelain skin and those lipstick red lips, all soft-focused in overexposed white light, like he was walking past heaven, but couldn’t be bothered.  Mick Karn was on the back cover looking almost as pretty and, inside the gate-fold sleeve, the remaining three band members were similarly posed in their fashionable finery.  They still had this hint of their glam roots showing, but they’d cleaned it up with some “new wave” hipness which kept the androgyny in tact without it seeming sleazy.   

Japan were the forbears of the “New Romantic” look, which would explode soon after with bands like Duran Duran, who shamelessly pilfered Japan’s look, in my opinion.  But what would soon become apparent upon listening to the record was that these were not just a bunch of glamour boys with a fashion fetish.  These guys could actually play and compose some amazing music.  They were all self taught and, after their initial dalliances with crass exploitation, their 3rd album found a balance between image and substance and a certain legitimacy took hold in their sound and subject matter that didn’t feel forced or put on.  

Prior to this album, Japan had been heavily laden with a "New York Dolls" kind of trashiness.  It came across as slightly vulgar and excessive, though not quite as crude as Johansen & company.  David’s singing style on Japan's first two LPs was a sort of whine, like a spoiled brat and there was this swagger to their approach that came off as vaguely pretentious.  The songs, however, weren’t total trash.  In fact, they had some decent hooks, though the lyrics were occasionally naive and juvenile.  Technically, they were accomplished musicians, but it was all painted and powdered up with so much foundation, lip-gloss and neon hair that it was often laughable as a total package.

Then came the single, Life In Tokyo, and working with producer Giorgio Moroder, which set the band suddenly deflecting into another trajectory.  Though David’s voice still had its bratty snarl, the music clicked into a cool Euro-disco pulse thanks to Georgio and he handed them the keys to reshaping their identity.  Life In Tokyo was issued in April of 1979 and, by the time Quiet Life came out in December, the transformation from slutty rock prostitutes to cool handed romantics was complete.  Now, they were more late stage Roxy Music than New York Dolls, but with some Berlin Bowie iciness added to their sound to sculpt them into a sleek techno-new-wave machine.  

The title track for the album kicks it off with echoes of that Moroder-style synth pulse from Richard Barbieri.  Mick’s fretless bass slips into it’s undercurrent and gives the tight, metronome perfect disco beat from Steve Jansen something rubbery to bounce against.  Rob Dean’s guitar slices in with minimal, clean rhythmic slashes that make the whole thing glint with a sheen like a well polished luxury car. Then David debuts his new crooner baritone voice and sings a song about detachment and departing, leaving the old behind and looking forward.  It’s a perfect way to display this shiny new version of Japan as they propel into an album that cruises effortlessly from one pristine track to the next.

In spite of the impeccable perfectionism displayed in the production of this LP, it never comes across as overwrought, contrived or lacking spontaneity.  The balance within the arrangements always retains a sense of proportion and things like solos and fills are delivered with a meticulous restraint that is strictly dedicated to serving the greater good of the song as a whole.  As glamorous and glowing as it all appears, it doesn’t feel showy or ostentatious. It’s tasteful and constrained, but driven by a taut energy that keeps the momentum going forward at all times. At a mere 8 songs, the album is a concise expression of their newfound oeuvre.  All the tracks are Sylvian compositions save for a cover of Lou Reed’s Velvet Underground classic, All Tomorrow’s Parties, which is rendered like a spectral dream.  The track begins and ends with an asynchronous looping synth refrain that creates the sense of entering into another dimension.  

Japan would go on to do 2 more stunning studio albums after this, each one pushing their creative potential to new heights.  But creative differences would take their tole by the time Tin Drum made them a household name (at least in the UK) and their final tour in support of that album would become their epitaph with the release of the live LP, Oil on Canvas.  Post breakup, solo careers would deliver many more albums of exceptional music with varying degrees of success, but nothing near the popularity of the band at its peak.  A short-lived reunion as Rain Tree Crow in the early 1990s delivered one more stellar album of original material before they went back to their solo careers.  The death of Mick Karn in 2011 was a tragic blow to fans of the band as his presence was a key ingredient in giving them their distinctive sound.  Japan has since managed to establish a legacy that shows every sign of lasting along with other greats from the era.  All of it truly started to come into focus with the Quiet Life LP.

DROP THE BASS - MY FAVORITE PLAYERS

I was going to do a “Top 10” list of my favorite bass players, but I came up with 11 names, so in the spirit of Nigel Tufnel, I’m going that extra digit for sheer intensity’s sake!  These are all people who have made me appreciate the instrument in a special way and whom I personally feel have contributed something unique to the way the instrument is used.  The order is somewhat arbitrary, though some names do have more significance to me than others and I’ll make note of that as I go along and talk about each. 

The bass guitar, in my mind, was initially a rather mysterious presence and lacked the glitz and glamour of its more easily identifiable six stringed cousins.  When I first started seriously listening to music, I didn’t quite comprehend what it was, but gradually, I discovered bands and players who brought my attention to it and made me realize that the bass had a special power all its own. This is something which has become more and more apparent as “bass music” (funk, dub, drum & bass, downtempo, dub-step, etc) has gained prominence since the 1970s. 

It was really funk and reggae music which first gave the instrument a place at the front of the pack, making it a tool for driving song structures from the ground up.  Where it was traditionally used as merely a means to fill out the lower end of the frequency range and give an arrangement a sense of presence, it was also neglected for a long time because most people didn’t listen to music on stereo systems capable of reproducing those frequencies.  It was only in the late 1960s when “high fidelity” sound systems became more ubiquitous that you start to hear producers going for full stereo mixes as a default instead of focusing on radio friendly mono productions.  FM radio also made it possible to broadcast in hi-fi and the album came into its own as an art form rather than as a medium for hosting a hit single and a bunch of filler tracks.  When all these factors came together, you started to hear the instrument take on a new roll as a critical component rather than merely a sonic spectrum filler. 

With that in mind, let’s get into some specific individuals who are responsible for bringing the bass into prominence.  

Carol Kaye

I’ll begin with this lady though my appreciation of her has only surfaced in recent years with the release of the documentary film, The Wrecking Crew.  Though I’m old enough to have grown up with many of the 1960s hits she played on, I had no idea who the musicians on so many of those records were until seeing this film.  It was a true moment of revelation to witness this unmasking of these incredibly talented and significant music makers.  Finding out she was responsible for the bass line in Sony & Cher’s hit, The Beat Goes On, blew my mind as it was one of the very first songs I can recall where a bass line was integral to the essence of the song.  She may not have a writing credit for it, but that hook is EVERYTHING to me when I remember it.  And then there’s that descending step bass at the beginning of Glen Campbell’s Wichita Lineman, another example of the instrument being used to provide an immediately recognizable musical motif, one which identifies the song the instant it saunters out of the speakers.  Those are only a couple of examples in a career spanning decades and hundreds, if not thousands, of recordings.

John Deacon

As a teen in 1977, Queen was the first band I got into in a BIG way.  They were the first group I delved into in order to pick apart what they were doing and try to figure out what was going on structurally.  Before them, I’d listen to music and only hear a totality of sound and not be able to identify individual elements and instruments.  With Queen, however, I was so fascinated by what they were creating, the palette of sounds they were using and the variety of styles they encompassed, that I was compelled to analyze it and decipher what was the source of each sound.  Though there was more than enough to digest with the voices and Brian May’s guitar parts, John’s bass playing still managed to come through and distinguish itself.  Deacon was the quintessential rock bass player in many regards, often seeming stoic and quiet, but there was a lot going on under the surface.  He impressed me to such an extent that I decided to switch instruments I was learning at the time.  I had taken up guitar lessons that year and, after getting into Queen, I felt driven to bug my parents to buy me a cheap Fender bass copy (as close to the one John played as possible) and start taking lessons on that instead.  John proved himself again and again as a song writer and, on Under Pressure and Another One Bites the Dusk, he showed precisely how a bass line could become a hook that could sell a million copes of a record.

Jah Wobble

John Wardle, Christened “Jah Wobble” by a drunk, slurring Sid Vicious, was a buddy of Johnny Rotten’s during the Sex Pistols days.  He was one of the "gang of Johns", which included John Beverly (Sid), Johnny Rotten and a fellow named John Gray.  He was a rough and tumble punk with a reputation for putting the booze back.  When the Sex Pistols fell apart, Rotten became Lydon again and recruited Wobble, who had no real experience, to play bass in his new band.  It was a stroke of luck and possibly divine intervention that put the bass guitar in this man’s hands because it became an instant appendage for him and he took to it like the proverbial duck to water.  Right out of the gate, he guided the instrument into a new zone of significance in Public Image Ltd.  This is apparent from the first notes of the first single from their “First Issue” debut LP.  That bass line kicks off the song, Public Image, and announces the arrival of the band with a thrust and vigor that left no question as to their intent.  From there, Wobble would provide the foundations of their sound throughout two seminal LPs, the second of which, Metal Box, cementing his position in music history as a true innovator.  Borrowing from reggae and “Krautrock” and combining the two elements into a fusion of low frequency omnipotence, Wobble set the controls for the heart of the sub and never looked back.  Since leaving PiL, he’s secured himself as the ever prolific and consistent producer of quality bass music spanning over 4 decades now.  His influence on my own creative direction has been immeasurable and unparalleled.

Mick Karn

Japan first came to my attention in early 1980 with the purchase of their 3rd album, Quiet Life.  Beneath all the makeup and pretty clothes, they turned out to be a rather talented collective of self taught musicians and Mick Karn easily stood out with his slippery fretless bass work.  The way it slid around underneath Steve Jansen’s syncopated percussion, such as on songs like The Art of Parties, created a a sinuous, fluid motion that gave the foundations of the music a kind of elasticity that I’d never heard in other bands.  Karn’s solo work continued to explore the range of his instrument until his tragic, untimely death in 2011.

Holger Czukay

Far more than simply a bass player, Czukay nevertheless established a distinctive presence for the instrument in CAN and in his solo works.  The primal, muted thud of his playing technique meshed with Jaki Liebezeit’s drums in a way that fused them into a single entity, accenting the bottom end of the rhythm section.  It was an understated approach, but hid a powerful propellant which was crucial to the interplay of grooves that was CAN’s hallmark in the best of their songs such as Halleluhwah.  You can see this in some of the live footage of their performances, where Holger’s bass and Jaki’s drums push the energy levels of the music and build up tension as they strain against each other while remaining seamless. 

Tina Weymouth

Talking Heads stood out from the pack of CBGBs bands for all sorts of reasons, not the least of which was their petite little powerhouse of a bass player.  At a time when rock music was largely dominated by men, she was a precious anomaly - this diminutive mouse of a girl busting out the funkiest grooves on that beast of an instrument.  Her most notable moment with it came with the infectious dance hit from her side project, Tom Tom Club, and their funk masterpiece, Genius of Love.  Here was a bass line that would get sampled and recycled again and again, for generations of hip-hop music fans.  On Talking Heads transcendental afro-fuck classic, Remain In Light, her playing took on dimensions heretofore unheard in alternative rock.  

Peter Hook

Joy Division took the sound of the bass in a completely different direction than most other bands, particularly within the post punk scene.  Developed primarily for practical reasons, so that it could be heard more clearly on stage, Peter Hook decided to emphasize the top end frequencies of the instrument and inject a melodic, riff-centric approach that became Joy Divisions calling card.  His riff for She’s Lost Control is a perfect example of this technique being used to stamp a song with an unmistakable trademark, something that is recognizable within seconds of it sounding out.  

Bootsy Collins

William Earl Collins may have got his big break with James Brown, but he was never suited to Brown’s micromanaging, regimented band leading style.  Thankfully, George Clinton unharnessed Willy’s wings and let him fly.  "Bootsy" was born in Clinton’s open format freak-fest within the P-Funk family and soon brought the gospel of “the one” to the dance floors of the era with unstoppable riffs like on Mothership Connection.  R&B, soul and, ultimately, funk music in the late 1960s and throughout the 1970s truly ushered in the age of bass as it was used as a central structural element in arrangements for the first time.  A funky bass line could send a crowd into a frenzy and no one was funkier and fresher than Bootsy, baby!

Robbie Shakespeare

Coming close on the heels of funk, reggae music also recognized the potential of the bass guitar and, in the heat of the Jamaican sun, slow cooked that smooth, deep resonance which would become a hallmark of psychedelic bass music for decades to come.  That deep throb was more than just a backup for the other instruments.  It drove the melody in a way that was completely new in music.  Within that scene, Robbie Shakespeare became one of it’s most accomplished and prolific practitioners, playing on some of the greatest tracks to come from the island such as Bunny Wailer's Blackheart Man. 

Jean-Jacques Burnel

The Stranglers were initially swept up in the surge of “punk” bands in the UK in 1977.  Though they were labelled as “punk”, they were actually a bit too old and accomplished as musicians to truly merit the label.  Frankly, they outclassed the average punk band by a few miles and part of the reason for that was the distinctive snarling bass of “JJ”, Jean-Jacques Burnel.  JJ had stumbled on his sound by accident while trying to work with a blown speaker cabinet.  Listen to Peaches and you can hear that stamp of authenticity in the roar that comes from his instrument. That raunchy buzz drove the band through their first three albums before he decided to tone it down a bit before it became too much of a limitation on his style.  But even with a cleaner, more subtle approach, JJ’s playing retained it’s distinction and swagger.

Bill Laswell

The New York “No Wave” scene is where I first encountered Bill Laswell as part of the group, Material.  It was their Temporary Music EPs which initially caught my ear, especially tracks like Reduction.  His frequent use of a strange filter effect, which gave his bass a kind of “talking” auto-wah sound, became a signature and point of reference when trying to identify him in any mix. Soon, I started to see Laswell’s name crop up over and over again in one production after another.  Eventually, it was clear that this man had his hand in an endless number of pies in the alternative scene and this activity only grew exponentially throughout the 1990s and into the new millennium.  Work with artists as diverse as Public Image Ltd and Yoko Ono and innumerable solo and side projects established a landscape of music driven by a love of atmosphere and low frequencies.  It’s impossible to comprehend the full scope of Bill’s work over the years because he’s simply done too much to be able to fully capture it all.  Stylistically, he’s traversed the realms of jazz, funk, dub, reggae, folk, techno, ambient, metal and nearly every other contemporary genre he could find his way into.

There are certainly other names I could and should check here, but I’ll let you, dear reader, come up with those on your own.  I’m sure I’ve missed one or two of your personal favorites, but I had to draw the line somewhere and these were the names that came to my mind the most readily. Bass guitar has dominated my musical explorations now for almost half a century and it still has the seductive allure to get my heart beating, my head bobbing, my toe tapping and my soul soaring.