One of the quieter comebacks in recent years, The Tubes, unappreciated
rock and roll showmen from yesteryear, and the year 2000, bringing their
World Tour in tow… The former arena-rockers noteworthy for glitzy,
glamorous and outrageous maneuvers upon the stage now takin' it to the
clubs. Led by the inimitable Fee Waybill on vocs, dazzling if not
indispensable in his delivery, and the almost classic lineup that still
includes the likes of guitarist Roger Steen, Drummer Prairie Prince and
bassist Rick Anderson… but I'm still wondering whatever happened to Re
Styles -- responsible for many of the female contributions to their early
workings. As improbable as this seems, and it seems, deserving or not,
that The Tubes were one of those enigmatic creations -- the stuff of
"Whatever Happened To… Legends" even before becoming a household word,
but a solid if shaky contributor in their day. Their day lasted not
very long, but for about ten years, they had a pretty good run.
The new
disc features clips from an early 2000 performance at The Galaxy Theater
out West -- bringin' the "world" closer to home as it were -- actually for
those not in the know, "Tubes World Tour" is actually a song from their
'76 "Young & Rich" release and is as good a place to start as any.
An
outlandishly outspoken introduction is the first sign that something
incredibly odd is about to take place… not from an audio perspective
necessarily but remember we're talking about a band that had some pretty
quirky moves in their day… well the title track sounds surprisingly rich
and true to its original form -- great opening and even better follow
up -- their biggest hit to date, '83s "She's A Beauty," from the
"Outside/Inside" release that saw them break the big time to commercial
success only to prophetically drop the "Love Bomb" squarely on their own
achievement shortly thereafter.
It wasn't a bad album (In fact I'm a
little aggravated they didn't include "Piece By Piece" or "Come As You
Are" but then, who else would notice?) at that but it did signal the
start of their untimely demise for a band that still had plenty left to
offer -- it was just that nobody seemed to know what to make of them… or
what to do with them.
"Digidoll" is one of two brand new tracks
featured here and sounds about as close to vintage Tubes music as anyone
would care or admit to remembering. It has that New Wave sort of bounce
to it -- a hi-tech hybrid reminiscent to what forward-looking sentiment
might've been in the early '80s with nary a trace of mainstream
acceptability built within its very loosely structured foundations -- this
along with "Loveline," the other new one are the only two with featured
lyrical content -- and again, any way you look at it, no
surprises -- astounding when you consider how difficult their own music
must have been to replicate even at the time they first played it.
"TV
is King" is the real surprise here, from the silent breakthrough in '79,
"Remote Control." A great album that yielded some of their best music
ever, and here, the second track comes across clear and crisp and maybe
a little too short compared to what I remember. Disappointed though
they couldn't come up with "Turn Me On" or "Prime Time," perfect with
the female vocalist, Lesley Paton, by the way, who does her thing with
the expected duet with Fee on "Don't Touch Me There" cruising back to
the "Young & Rich" release. The instrumental talent's always been there
right from day one and though we're looking at some serious studio
cover-up here, they've done themselves, and their fans, wherever they
may be, proud… okay, there they are.
I was wondering whether they
recorded the damned thing in a library or something cause I heard barely
a whisper until "Tip Of My Tongue" finished and then all of a sudden
there's this massive awakening! They finish up strongly with the
expected classics -- "Mondo Bondage," and "White Punks on Dope," going all
the way back to their self-titled debut and then of course wrapping up
with everyone's lost classic, the old MTV fave, "Talk To Ya Later," and
I only wish readers could catch some of the quips that go song for song
in the descriptions supplied by Fee himself -- priceless. They haven't
quite succumbed to that middle age slowdown and folksy AOR graveyard
like many of the remaining last gasps of their peer group and even
though they may always be destined to remain at the low rung on the
ladder of success, at least they're having fun with it!