Boy howdy, the first thing the world needs is a P.F. Sloan for 1973, and you can start revving up yer adrenaline, kids, because he's here in the person of Bruce Springsteen. Old Bruce makes a point of letting us know that he's from one of the scuzziest, most useless and plain uninteresting sections of Jersey. He's been influenced a lot by the Band, his arrangements tend to take on a Van Morrison tinge every now and then, and he sort of catarrh-mumbles his ditties in a disgruntled mushmouth sorta like Robbie Robertson on Quaaludes with Dylan barfing down the back of his neck. It's a tuff combination, but it's only the beginning.
Because what makes Bruce totally unique and cosmically surfeiting is his words. Hot damn, what a passel o' verbiage! He's got more of them crammed into this album than any other record released this year, but it's all right because they all fit snug, it ain't like Harry Chapin tearing rightangle malapropisms out of his larynx. What's more, each and every one of 'em has at least one other one here that it rhymes with. Some of 'em can mean something socially or otherwise, but there's plenty of 'em that don't even pretend to, reveling in the joy of utter crass showoff talent run amuck and totally out of control:
"Madman drummers bummers and Indians in the summer with a teenage diplomat/In the dumps with the mumps as the adolescent pumps his way into his hat" begins the very first song, and after that things just keep getting more breathtakingly complicated. You might think it's some kinda throwback, but it's really bracing as hell because it's obvious that B.S. don't give a shit. He slingshoots his random rivets at you and you can catch as many as you want or let 'em all clatter right off the wall which maybe's where they belong anyway. Bruce Springsteen is a bold new talent with more than a mouthful to say, and one look at the pic on the back will tell you he's got the glam to go places in this Gollywoodlawn world to boot. Watch for him; he's not the new John Prine. (RS 138 - July 5, 1973)
(Posted: Jul 5, 1973)
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Review 1 of 2
They call him the Boss for a reason. We all know that. Specifically-Because of this. Growing up as a child, I heard Bruce's voice throughout my house. When I grew older and began to remenise on the music I grew up with-which no other can compare to-This was the first album I played. And I haven't stopped since. It begins with a wonderful blaze of glory, magic carpet ride across Asbury Park, song. "Blinded By The Light". Manfred Mann's Earth Band certainly gave us a different feel-But they did not take Bruce's song and make it theres. Oh no, no can do it like The boss. Following is my personal all time favorite Springsteen record, "Growin' Up". Absolutely beautiful. There are many things to say about how great it is, but we can simply say, "When they said sit down, I stood up." <3
Everything that follows manages to keep the album at a high peak. "For You", "Spirit In The Night", "Does This bus Stop At 82nd Street?" and ofcourse "It's Hard To Be A Saint In The City". To name a few... Absolutely brillant <3
Dec 22, 2007 10:26:11
Review 2 of 2
Holy Christ, Mr. Bangs - can I borrow it? heehee! On that note - "Greetings From Asbury Park, N.J." by Bruce Springsteen on first listen is kind of like making love to your senior class English teacher - it's beautiful, it's hot, and it will wear you out - yet somehow, it's more than a dream come true - because hey, you're more than a naughty boy - you're DANGEROUS. This must be the place... still, you better watch out - so is her husband - but you see, it's just that it's so COOL and all, ya know? Dammit, it just feels forbidden. Sweet. Poetic. Just this side of horror. Sounds like rock-n-roll to me.
Springsteen's first takes the American Dream and exposes it - not for all that it's worth, not by a long shot - hell, you know what you need - Bruce knows what you WANT. They said you want a revolution - he knows better. You want Crazy Janey and a set of wheels to reach that river - don't ya? And not a whole hell of lot else. I am so there - she may not be my high-school English teacher, but I've heard the voice of the prophet - let's go, honey. Faster. Smarter. All the way... and that's elementary. Here's to our dreams - at last. You're MINE. (pause) Are you gonna finish that burger?
Oct 18, 2007 15:01:20
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