J. D. Simo has figured it out. A perfectly wonderful guitarist/singer/songwriter, Simo did the smart thing, and managed to hook up with a rhythm section which is his equal, and they make what I call 'a glorious noise.'
SIMO is their debut album, and it's a very auspicious birth. It's going to get called things like retro, '60s, this that and the other, and deservedly so, but it's really just great rock, played by a cool bunch. Together a little more than a year, they've been unleashing their hard rock fury over audiences, and garnering a great deal of attention along the way.
Shake It is the album's first single, and it's not an obvious choice, but what the hell is a single now anyway - Simo's vocal is piped through a wash of grind, and it has a great garage groove, but garage bands generally couldn't play this well. That's the biggest difference between the American garage scene of the '60s and the truly great bands of that era - like this bunch, they could play. Simo isn't a techie shredder, he's more along the lines of gutsy hard rock, filled with verve and passion.
Dynamics play big here, and it's great to hear them passing around the lead - Abrashoff is a pounder who has enough finesse to sound right - not the quantized crap you hear on most computer soaked metal and rock, but more like someone who loves to play the drums like a musical instrument. Swart dances in between Simo and Adam's aggression with some very melodic swoops and swoons and a nice round tone that never clashes with the guitarist's brighter Marshall tones. When J. D. cranks up his wah pedal towards the end, Swart climbs dizzily up his neck, and they sound perfect together. Yes, a glorious noise. If you didn't know it, you'd never know Fool For You was a Curtis Mayfield tune - they own it on this cover.
They segue right into Young Man, Old Man and it's a gentle acoustic intro that will bring to mind The Who circa Tommy, or maybe Stevie Winwood - Simo has assimilated the era, and I'm not certain that he hasn't simply time traveled to the now to screw with us. Damned glad he did. And I'm glad he brought Swart and Abrashoff - they turn this acoustic intro into a fiery rock exhibition. This is big room rock - born to be played in large rooms to religiously fervent fans of real rock. The end of this song is transcendent - it would be great in any era, but I feel like it's never been so necessary as now.
Clementia's Lament is born in one of Dante's hells, then is soon lifted by some Mid-Eastern rhythms from Simo's right hand, and Swart's brutal bass. They seldom play lockstep, but they know when to, and that makes all the difference. Simo's solo is psychotically beautiful, and it winds into a very melodic section that suggests the wistful melodic abilities of Eric Carmen's best works. Look him up if you don't know him, fer crissakes. Have I mentioned that this is a glorious fucking noise? Great rock peaks out from under the mush, the mire, and these sad times.
Simo rarely seems to use any effects save for his wah pedal and on The Same Thing he gives a university level dissertation on its use. While the rhythm section plays a big burlesque, Simo dances elegantly into the stratosphere with some big cat moans. He also whips out some great psychedelic slide work that both Jimi and Jimmy would approve. Towards the end he goes into a nice skronk that let's us catch our breath before the big end. Yup, a goddamned glorious noise.
Evil - that's how it ends, and damned if it's not. Howlin' Wolf knew this was going to happen, believe me. He may have grumbled about rock, but there's no way he would not have dug this. It's the big LZ finish, and SIMO has killed it - they've made a record that is at once nostalgic, and immediate. I hope this catches on as well as it should - we need some big rock bands who realize there ain't no shame in growing from the blues into something more glorious. I was told this week that one of this era's biggest blues rockers was embarrassed by rocking out on a big stage with a rock band. And that's a goddamned shame - the only reason the blues guys didn't sound like this was the equipment just wasn't there yet. They would have loved this - it's a glorious noise.
Don't be afraid of the rock - it shall set you free.
Thanks to Jason Barr at Revival Photography/Elliott Guitars for hipping me to this bunch!