I
must emphasise that while the Rats summon all those styles with
sporadic traces of Dylan, Stones, Beatles, Feelgoods,
Springsteen and much more besides, their adaptation is not one
that can be called derivative. This band picks the cream and
churns it to create their own identity - one that will become
clearer with each album, I'm sure. But what is most heartwarming
about the Boomtown Rats is that it shows that the band have left
room for real artistic progress in the future at a time when
very few new wave bands think about where they'll be five
minutes from now (an admirable immediacy but one that leads only
to a short lived existence).
The
Rats have been compared heavily to Dr. Feelgood when, in fact
they are time-warped (though great nonetheless). Feelgood's
taken a vital and imaginative step further. The potential for
this band is pretty unnerving.
For
the present though we have this album to talk about. It
encapsulates present (new wave), past (60's R & B) and
future (the scintilating combinations of both, with well thought
our lyrical and musical arrangements).
New
wave followers will undoubtedly pick up on the '77 pop 'n'
energy feel of 'Looking After No.1', 'Mary Of The Fourth Form',
'She's Gonna DO You In' and with slightly less enthusiasm 'Neon
Heart' whlie staunch R 'n' B fanatics can get their fulfilment
out of things like 'Kicks', 'Close As You'll Ever Be' and 'Never
Bite The Hand That Feeds', the only duff track on the album -
adequate but just not up to the set standard.
For
the future we must look to the sharp arrangement of those tunes
as well as referring to two beautiful ballads on the album,
'Joey's On The Street Again', one In The Morrison/Springsteen/Lynott/Parker/Costello
mould, and the even more poignant 'I Can Make It If You Can',
which seems to be heavily influenced by Dylan vocally. How
encouraging it is to see a band tackle two such songs when the
river is running, even gushing, in the opposite direction.
Vocalist Bob Geldof is undoubtedly the main man in The Rats. His
lyrics, particularly on 'Kicks' and 'Joey's On The Street Again'
show acute awareness of what is happening on the street and in
the home. The chauvenism and sheer bloody mindedness of 'Looking
After No. 1' will no doubt win him a few enemies.
As
a singer, his asset is knowing the limitations of his voice
rather than stretching and blowing the gaff, so he works well
within a set framework, embelishing the top vocal with some
nifty harmonies (as on 'Neon Heart' and 'Mary Of The Fourth
Form', with its great childish chant outro). He enjoys a healthy
relationship with the rest of his competent band, trading vocal
bursts for guitar licks with Cott and Roberts, a la Jagger and
Richard. I'd like to see Johnny Fingers potentially exploited
more. On this album, he seems a little tied down, playing a
fairly predictable role rather than expanding the music to an
even broader horizon. Naturally, with a neo-new wave band, the
rhythm is solid with Pete Briquette and Simon Crowe providing
the back-bone. This rates as one of the best debut albums in
years. It'll certainly be recognised as one of this years'
outstanding releases and the Boomtown Rats will be hailed as one
of the best new bands to arrive in ages. I'd bet my Thin Lizzy
collection on it.
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H.D.