NOTHING GOOD COMES EASY
Roger Clinton (Pyramid 71826)
If nothing else, Roger Clinton certainly has courage. After all, how many other semi-talented singers would dare put the words Nothing Good" in the title of their first album? To be honest, though, "Nothing Good Comes Easy" isn't all that bad an effort. Not only does he stay on pitch throughout, but he actually manages to navigate the album's super-slick arrangements with some semblance of style. Granted, his voice doesn't have much character to it, and there's little that's memorable about his material -- which ranges from the Eddie Money-ish "Brother Brother" to the pallid soul of "Different Man" -- but that just makes him bland, not bad. As for whether anyone will actually buy the album for its musical value, ask yourself: Did anyone drink Billy Beer for the taste?
DIVINE INTERVENTION
Slayer (American 45522)
Even by the usual blood-and-guts standards of death metal, the stuff on Slayer's "Divine Intervention" seems just a tad extreme. It isn't just the throat-wrenching singing that powers songs like "Killing Fields" or "Serenity in Murder"; frankly, that sort of vocal bloodlust is fairly common in the genre. Nor is it the full-color photo inside the CD showing how a fan had carved the band's name into his arm (don't try that at home!). And though the band's sound -- an ear-punishing swirl of snarling guitars and sucker-punch drums -- is harder and heavier than before, even this doesn't raise Slayer appreciably above the death metal norm. No, what seems most disturbing about "Divine Intervention" is the marriage of sex and homicide outlined
(without any hint of satire) in the likes of "213" or "Sex.Murder.Art." To describe sexual victimization as enthusiastically as Slayer does here isn't daring -- it's disgusting. Consequently, there's nothing at all "Divine" about this album.
MAMOUNA
Bryan Ferry (Virgin 39838)
Bryan Ferry has been doing the soulful sophisticate routine for so long that it may take a few songs before most listeners realize that "Mamouna" is a new album. That's not entirely a complaint, mind you; certainly, anyone who enjoyed the sound of "Boys and Girls" or "Bete Noire" will have few complaints with the silken grooves and murmured vocals he provides. "N.Y.C.," for instance, is a stylish slice of high-gloss funk that manages to convey both the glitter and grime of Manhattan nightlife, while the dark, snaky rhythm arrangement beneath "Gemini Moon" lends a wonderful sense of sexual tension to Ferry's singing. Trouble is, once Ferry gets past setting the mood, he too often finds himself with nothing to say, and apart from the album's haunting title tune, there's relatively little in the way of memorable music here.
GOING BACK HOME
Ginger Baker Trio (Atlantic 82652)
It would be hard to imagine a less likely combination of musicians than the Ginger Baker Trio. What could a drummer whose best-known work was with Cream and Blind Faith possibly have in common with avant-garde guitarist Bill Frisell and Ornette Coleman's original bass player, Charlie Haden? Quite a lot, actually. In fact, "Going Back Home" finds the threesome delivering one of the year's most daring and discursive jazz albums. Drawing from a repertoire that ranges from such standards as "Straight No Chaser" to oddly sweet originals like "When We Go," the playing ebbs and flows like a friendly chat, and though the harmonic language can be difficult at times, it's always easy to follow the thread of the conversation. Best of all, the three trade rhythmic and melodic roles so freely that the listener can't help but be drawn into the fray. As delightful a surprise as Pat Metheny's early albums.
ANYTHING GOES
C+C Music Factory (Columbia 66160)
In pop music, artistic ambition is usually a good thing, since chance-taking and experimentation often lead to all kinds of exciting new sounds. So why does C+C Music Factory's obviously ambitious "Anything Goes" seem such a hopeless muddle? Mainly because it tries to do too much to have any sense of musical cohesion. There's nothing tying the bass-heavy beats of "Do You Wanna Get Funky" to the stuttering dancehall groove of "Gonna Love U Over" or the percussive fury of "Robi-Rob's Boriqua Anthem" -- despite the fact that each track on its own sounds great. Worse, the overabundance of talent here almost seems to obscure the identity of C+C themselves, until this seems less a group effort than some sort of bizarre compilation album. Truth is, without a stronger sense of musical identity and focus, "Anything" doesn't go.
11 TRACKS OF WHACK
Walter Becker (Giant 24579)
Who says a rock singer should be able to sing? Certainly not Walter Becker. Although Becker -- the usually silent partner in Steely Dan -- has even less vocal range than Lou Reed, that doesn't really get in the way of the songs on "11 Tracks of Whack." Granted, none of 'em are likely to turn up at sing-alongs, but Becker's slight, expressive voice conveys enough of a melodic kernel to keep the listener engaged through most of the album. Still, the real interest here doesn't lie with Becker's loosely sketched hooks, but with the moody narratives he builds around them. And though his arrangements have none of the jazzy gloss that makes Steely Dan's albums so inviting, they're remarkably evocative nonetheless, creating a rich, vivid HTC soundscape for characters like his "Junkie Girl" or the "Cringemaker."
MUSICAL DEPRECIATION REVUE
Spike Jones (RCA/Rhino 11112)
Nobody ever made better use of sound effects than Spike Jones. It hardly mattered whether the sound in question was hiccup or birdcall, gulp or gurgle; somehow, Jones found a way of working it into a song. "Musical Depreciation Revue: The Spike Jones Anthology" is full of such funny business, from such well-remembered gags as "Cocktails for Two" and "Der Fuehrer's Face" to such lesser-known gems as Jones' spiked version of the "William Tell Overture" or the Grand Ol' Opry-atic "Pal-Yat-Chee." Admittedly, not all of these jokes have aged well, and a few, like "Ill Barkio," are outright dogs. But even at its lowest, the humor on these selections generally comes through loud and clear.