Graham Parker Acid
Bubblegum, Razor & Tie CD RT2826-2
Graham does not sell out
When Graham Parkers latest work started out with a
simple synthesizer riff, I started to worry. Parker has been
a favorite of mine since his 1976 Mercury debut
Howlin Wind. A biting piece of pub rock,
Wind was produced by Nick Lowe and backed by
the Rumour, a consortium of former members of Ducks Deluxe
and Brinsley Schwartz. Heat Treatment followed
within a year, and it seemed a major new voice in blue-eyed
R&B was emerging. But his career fizzled, largely the
result of shabby treatment by his label. Two forgettable
albums got him out of that contract, with the bitterness
memorialized in "Mercury Poisoning." His 1979
Arista debut, Squeezing out Sparks, was
arguably his best work, a commercial and artistic success.
But somehow, Parker never managed to make the leap into
mainstream success.
For the past decade and a half, hes released a
series of critically well-received albums that have
disappeared with barely a commercial ripple. Parkers
always been a sharp songwriter, with a tongue that matches.
When well-targeted, hes funny and bitter at the same
time. At other times, as in "Soul Seduction," he
seems strident, with a tin ear for American cultural
sensibilities. A white British guy has to be very careful
about even well-intentioned use of the term
"nigger," John Lennon and Elvis Costello not
withstanding. Despite these qualms, a Graham Parker album is
always well anticipated, and he rarely disappoints.
Still, that synthesizer bothered me. Halfway through
that opening song, I realized my fears were groundless.
"Turn it into Hate" is a rocking little number,
railing against the Gulf War patriotic fervor and U.S.
cultural hegemony. Standard punk protest, but the Parker
punch prevails. The rest CD is filled with similarly tight,
quick, well written tunes. Though no longer close to being
young, hes still very much an the angry man. Witness
"Obsessed with Aretha," an attack on late-period
Aretha Franklin for turning her back on her soul roots, a
capital crime in this mans book. Joe Camel gets his
knocks (admittedly an easy target), as does the tomahawk
chopping Jane Fonda.
The adult Graham Parker is a reliable tunesmith, with an
emerging lyrical maturity. Anyone who tries to write a
popular song based on the term chitinous bugs is
all right in my book. Musically, there are certainly a lot
of parallels to Elvis Costello. Both artists have a knack
for recycling bits and pieces of our pop history into
valuable new materials. Parker draws from a somewhat
narrower base, sticking pretty close to the wealth of
material from American R&B. Bubblegum Acid
also features several of the chugging ballads that are
another Parker trademark. And while nothing reaches the
sublime magic of Sparks "You
Cant Be Too Strong," "She Never Let Me
Down" approaches it.
The band is sturdy, if unremarkable. Parkers
guitar work has improved markedly, and is now somewhat
reminiscent of the choppy tones Mark Knopfler coaxes so
wonderfully from his axe. "Baggage" is another
improvement, with a driving reggae groove more sophisticated
and subtle than earlier pieces like "Back Door
Love" or "Fools Gold." At same time,
there seem to be no more wildman rockers like "Back to
Schooldays."
With Bubblegum Acid, Graham Parker has once
again scored. It seems to be the case these days that any
artist that sticks around long enough eventually reaches a
level of acclaim. Parker has certainly paid his dues (the
liner notes claim production by Desperate "Career"
Moves). Perhaps the sheer weight of accumulated evidence
will someday be enough to push him into the spotlight. This
CD counts as yet another worthy contribution toward that
end. Bill Kuhn
performers
Graham Parker, Vocals and guitars; Adrian Bodner, Bass;
Gart Burker, Drums, Percussion; Jimmy Destri, Keyboards.
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