Sunday, December 14, 2025

Chicagoland at 45 RPM: The Mid-1960s Midwest Music Mecca-Interview with author George Plasketes

45 RPM=Revolutions Per Midwest (in mono)

Chicago ‘60s music, then and now, is somewhat still under-recognized on a national level. Assessing the need and filling a gap, George Plasketes presents a fact-filled and enlightening exploration of the glorious pop-rock sounds and scene that made Chicagoland “The Mid-1960s Midwest Music Mecca.” Plasketes shares his extensive research, passion for music and lived experience to offer a much deeper look into the people, places and culture that made it happen. Overall, Plasketes provides the most comprehensive account of Chicagoland’s thriving pop music scene of 1964-1971 ever written, while also extending the narrative to the Great(er) Midwest and striking a balance between detailed history and the "mystic chords of memory."

George Plasketes is professor of media studies and popular culture in the School of Communication and Journalism at Auburn University in Alabama.  He also played defensive end for the University of Mississippi from 1975-1977.  His 1977 “Ole Miss” team has the distinction of upsetting a Notre Dame team that would go on to win the National Championship led by Joe Montana. Plasketes is also the author of Warren Zevon: Desperado of Los Angeles (Rowan and Littlefield).


What gave you the impetus to write a book about the Chicago music scene of the mid-‘60s besides the obvious fact of growing up there?  Was it something you have long wished to do or did it only emerge in the past 10 years or so?


Partialities, proclivities, and romanticism of Western suburbs Wonder Years aside…my enduring reflections and ruminations on that Once Upon a Time and Place, which I had long carried with me in sound and spirit as a pulse and steadfast whisper, gradually amplified into a shout. The Voices Within said that the Chicagoland mid-1960s music scene is meaningful and multifarious, and needs to be documented and presented as fully as possible. 


Fragments, profiles and highlights of the prolific period have appeared over the years in shorter formats (blogs, websites, liner notes) from a collective of resourceful local chroniclers and critics. Their writings and commentaries were cited throughout my narrative, informing my account of the mid-1960s Chicagoland scene. I felt it was important, if not urgent, to compile as much of this Stuff as I could, situating it into one place in as comprehensive a chronicle as possible.  In short, and long, a critical cultural and geo-musical narrative complemented by discographic archival resources. Such an edition was a long time coming. Way overdue. I was always a bit surprised that such a document had not been previously written or assembled. This was an opportunity for me to dutifully step up and tell the tale in its totality. The fine folks at McFarland publishing were swayed.


As a prelude, several years ago, I included a chapter on “The Suburbs Seven” (my branding for the best known Chicagoland suburbands) for a collection B-Sides, Undercurrents and Overtones: Peripheries to Popular in Music, 1960 to the Present which featured an “unsung popular music” thematic thread.  That essay was only a start, a surface scratcher that was far from what radio legend Paul Harvey would label, “The rest of the story.”



Did you happen to catch any of these groups live in their heyday?


Surprisingly limited, unfortunately only a handful. Certainly not as many live shows as I would have liked or expected to attend. Youthful age, among other circumstances, conspired and were factors not always in my favor. Transportation could be quite complicated, especially finding a ride to a show (other than family) before being of licensed age to operate a vehicle.  


Unfortunately, I never did catch the Buckinghams, the Cryan’ Shames and others live, though I felt like I did if that makes sense. The Buckinghams were located in what was perceived to us western suburbanites in North Riverside as “another world”—distant downtown and city limits, (though a mere 20-minute drive on the expressway). On the other side, the Cryan’ Shames were “based” westerly in Hinsdale, which also seemed far by suburban standards, not to mention protective parenting and driver dependency.  Excuses, excuses!


The performances I did attend were safely situated in high school gyms, church basements  and youth centers rather than the big downtown venues or outlying club stages, which may have been under caring, cautious parental restrictions.  Even though most teen clubs did not serve alcohol.


I saw the New Colony Six at York High in Elmhurst and the Ides of March in our Riverside-Brookfield High School gym.  Also caught the Ides at nearby St. Mary’s Catholic Church in Riverside; not during a high mass, but in the claustrophobic low ceiling basement activity room. The performance was memorable as the Ides struck an imprint chord with their cover of fellow Chicagoan Curtis Mayfield (and the Impressions) socially conscious, gospel infused “People Get Ready.” 


The Ides of March may have been the most accessible to me since they were from adjacent Berwyn. If it counts beyond concerts, once while at the Oak Brook shopping center, I happened to spot Ides of March icon Jim Peterik entering a Crate & Barrel home goods store. Someone else on the outdoor concourse also (sort of) recognized him--an easy mark with his shag coif, hippie/grannie specs, long coat—and yelled “Hey! It’s John Lennon!”  A case of mistaken Ides-dentity as I refer to it.  

Waterloo Courier (Iowa)

South Bend Tribune-Feb. 23,1968
clipping courtesy of Rob Branigin

How did you connect with so many willing participants such as Buckinghams’ Carl Giammarese and Ray Graffia of the New Colony Six? On a related note, I have been trying to track down the two still living and elusive members (Faith Orem and Mary Gallagher) of the Luv’d Ones for an interview for years-only leading to dead ends here in the digital age. Somewhat the same for the Same (see clippings above). 

I was very fortunate and grateful to have such willing, conversational participants. After locating contact information (email, websites etc), I simply floated a note their way, and politely explained my project and aims, that I was chronicling the Chicagoland mid-1960s music era for a book. I prefaced my pitch with emphasis that I was a “local,” with nearby suburban roots in North Riverside. I think it may have helped a little that I lived this stuff that was happening within the vicinity, rather than being an “outsider.” Another quirky credibility card I carried in my “procksimity” pocket was that Ides of March front Jim Peterik met his future wife, Karen, at a Turtles concert in my high school gym (Riverside-Brookfield) circa ’68! Small world, cool coincidence... 

The handful of band members I contacted Carl Giammarese (Buckinghams), Ray Graffia (New Colony Six), Jim Pilster (Cryan' Shames), and Ides of March members, Bob Bergland and Chuck Soumar, were accessible, personable, gracious, and appeared comfortable engaging in email and casual phone conversations about their experiences and vital presence within the vibrant music scene that they helped shape. I hoped that my aforementioned chapter on “The Suburbs Seven” would provide a pleasant stroll down a meaningful musical memory lane for them. When I had to request permissions for lyrics and images in the later stages of the publishing process, the band members were unflinching, polite, accommodating, and generous.  

Jim Fairs of the Cryan’ Shames was my only attempted contact that was an unable-to-contact or connect. In retrospect, I probably could have pursued a few more interviews with band members and I’m not sure how I missed the aforementioned Jim Peterik, along with other (more difficult to locate) important figures—producers, disc jockeys et al. (if around and available, as in “alive”).  All in all, I felt that my research was pretty exhaustive. Leave no cornerstone unturned! So, I figured that any interviews that I had the good fortune to garner would provide some insights, accents, colors, connect a few dots and fill in some blanks.  Which they certainly did!

In your extensive 7 years of research for this book, what are some things that you previously didn’t know that surprised you?  

Gosh, seven-ish years, give or take. Sounds like dog years, an itch or curse, or wandering aimlessly or purposefully in the desert. And a numerical theme—the seven year period from 1964-1971 was roughly the span I covered. And the other “Chicago Seven,” the “Suburbs Seven” group of bands (American Breed, Buckinghams, Cryan’ Shames, Ides of March, Mauds, New Colony Six and Shadows of Knight) were a cornerstone for the chronicle.  Cue Love on the soundtrack:  “7 and 7 Is.” A lifetime and legacy.


As for surprises and things I previously didn’t know: I was amazed at how LITTLE I knew and conversely, how much I learned. That is the essence of research, exploration and discovery. Nanook of North Riverside!  I was struck, if not overwhelmed, by the abundance, and how many layers that there were/are (bi-tensual) to this time, place and story, and how bits and pieces (a DC5 nod) continually interconnected, criss-crossed and contextualized nationally, internationally, regionally and locally within sweet home Chicago’s rich musical heritage. 


Ricochets routinely rang throughout the writing process, from here to there to everywhere and back. There is/was so much more to the story than the “Suburbs Seven.” To borrow from the Lennon/McCartney Song Book, “I Should Have Known Better.”  There were bands and more bands; “All kinds of ‘em.” With suburbs sprawling in every direction, each with a set of significant bands or a teen club contributing to the sound and the vibe. Songs, singles and albums in Revolutions Per Minute, Long Play and live. Of course, two powerful AM radio stations, WLS & WCFL, that were umbilical chords; their dynamic personality disc jockeys; television shows and performances; the lively teen club circuit, local, indie and national record labels, studios, ace producers, instruments in addition to guitars, such as horns and the Farfisa and Vox Continental combo organs, youth and teen culture, the sociopolitical climate and counterculture, the British Invasion; the Midwest.  And the beat goes on…


*As a footnote, many of these focal points and rich topics —the bands, radio stations, record labels, teen club circuit etc.—that are presented within my Chicagoland account could easily be expanded into individual book length treatments that transcend the mere (albeit thorough) chapters here. 

Clark Weber, WLS DJ, at a Monkees show with Davy Jones

You frequently mention the thriving Chicago economy of the time, the vibrant atmosphere and the strong and viable musical infrastructure of the city and sprawling suburbs: teen clubs (The Cellar, Like Young), record hops, record stores and departments (E.J. Korvettes), radio (WLS & WCFL), TV (Kiddie A-Go-Go) record labels (Mercury, Dunwich, USA and Columbia) and recording studios (Chess, Universal). While many major cities around the world had thriving scenes in the wake of the Beatles/British Invasion what was it about Chicago that made it such a magical time and place?

…THAT is the (19)64-thousand dollar question, isn’t it!?  A proverbial Perfect Storm perhaps? Destiny? Timing? Maybe something in the Lake Michigan water or simply the planets serendipitously aligning in the Chicagoland Sphere: musically, geographically, economically, organizationally, mass media, industrially, socially, economically, youth culture et al. A mysterious magical mix and prolific potion.

In the book’s conclusion/coda, I concisely compare and contrast the Chicagoland 1960s scene with other cross-cultural locales, metro movements and happenings— Los Angeles’s Sunset Strip & canyon scenes; the Pacific Northwest’s Portland & Seattle; 1960s San Francisco’s far out Haight Ashbury; New York’s Greenwich Village, Nashville’s cats; Austin, TX’s city limits and Michigan’s Motor City among them.     



The Chicago bands were also competitive, which made them better. Do you contribute the competitive nature of the scene to the survival instinct (partly due to the severe weather) that is part and parcel of the Midwestern experience & ethos?  The bands also dressed well in "continental mod" fashion because it was cold. Plus, bands could bunker in basements and musically woodshed vs. the allure being out in the California Sun. 


I sensed from various accounts--both in archival research and conversations with band members-- that there was what I refer to as a Music-teerian “All For One and One For Allness” undercurrent of mutuality and community. I believe everyone was aware that there was something special happening. At the same time, the competitiveness, which may have translated at times into professional jealousy or insecurities, was natural or inevitable-Human nature 101. Some of the band members spoke to that self-awareness. When they’d hear the latest song from one of their fellow suburb bands, whether live during a performance or on the AM radio airwaves climbing the charts, it was motivational:  “Wow, we gotta do something like that.” The Cryan Shames’ Tom Doody curiously compared the atmosphere to “Wrestlemania,” observing that there was “friendliness with an edge.” They all wanted to be the best.


As for the winter weather….? Interesting perspective. Though having survived many a blizzard, frigid cold and gleefully benefitted from snow days growing up there, I really didn’t emphasize or contextualize the meteorological music mix of the Midwest over the course of the writing project.  I don’t know whether or not  weather was a factor, and if so, how much; other than maybe a gig, a concert, travel or recording session being postponed or cancelled due to snow, cold and arctic blasts? 


Fashion wise, I never gave it a thought that the continental mod look, notably of the New Colony Six, was mod-ivated by seasonal temperatures. Though there was differentiation within their stylistic resemblance to Paul Revere & the Raiders, I naturally connected the “uniform” with Revere’s colorful group.  Ray Graffia dismissed the derivativeness, courteously reminding that both bands chose autonomously to be outfitted in the colonial costume.  And both wore the look well. 


I really appreciated your expansive approach with Chicagoland at the epicenter and how you extended your narrative to include and encompass the greater Midwest with the reach of the two primary labels (Dunwich & Destination/USA) and the two powerhouse AM radio stations (WLS and WCFL). You surprisingly start with the Rivieras of South Bend and end with the perennially overlooked Spanky & Our Gang (from downstate Peoria, Bloomington) with in-between visits to the Robbs of Milwaukee, Sounds Unlimited of Indianapolis and the great Luv’d Ones from Niles, Michigan. What led you to this expanded focus?


Thank you so much for noticing the satisfying and significant music “field trips” to neighboring Midwest spots, beyond Chicagoland. “Procksimity” is the term I like to use.  No boundaries or borders here. As local producer Paul Gallis proclaimed, “There was room for everybody.” Whether downstate or central Illinois, Michigan, Wisconsin, Indiana…that’s close enough!  Sound traveled well in those daze, especially over the AM airwaves (as you point out). My inclusion/expansion into a regional rotation beyond city limits and suburban surroundings was multiple parts curiosity, commitment and a compulsive condition to being as connect-the-dots, collect-the-whole-set comprehensive as I could/should be in dutifully chronicling the era and setting. I consider these “outliers” from across the Illinois state line important echoes in the Chicagoland soundscape.


These Chicagoland bands were a cut above and second only to the diverse Los Angeles scene (e.g., Love, Byrds, Leaves, Seeds, Electric Prunes, Association, Turtles, Doors etc.) There was not one sonic identity-unless you want to go with the latter horn rock sounds.  There is also regional/national dichotomy of the New Colony Six being big in the region, while the Buckinghams having hits on the national scene with their extensive touring and their smooth pop sounds. If you don’t mind playing favorites, which was your favorite Chicagoland group growing up and has it changed now?


A follow up footnote first: Many nice points here regarding the scene and the sound. The regional/national dichotomy.  And identity.  If I may respond, as I addressed this in passages throughout the book, including in the conclusion (Cornerstone Coda) with concise comparisons to other pop rock garage pockets across the country. While not necessarily an identity crisis, “Horn rock” perhaps sticks a bit more than other labels for Chicagoland’s sound during the era.  Among the sound suspects include the seven-piece band Chicago, who wore the bold brass badge quite well, if not as a signature. While many other locals certainly leaned on and integrated that sound, among them and at the forefront, The Mob (the overlooked musical group, not the syndicate). Another contributing factor to that perception/association (not the band the Association, who happened to be my very first concert at a downtown venue!) that some of Chicagoland’s biggest, most enduring hits during the period happened to be horn-centric: the American Breed’s “Bend Me Shape Me,” (and the fun fact that the Outsiders recorded the song first); the Ides of March’s touchstone “Vehicle,” and the Buckinghams’ ascending horns in “Kind of Drag.” More broadly—both regionally and nationally—groups such as Chase, Blood Sweat & Tears and the Canadian outfit, Lighthouse, with the catchy “One Fine Morning,” trumpeted that trendy sonic presence, jazzing it up with horns of plenty.  


As for personal “favorites,” there was some fluidity at work there short of flavor-of-the-month, with limited partiality or predominant preference. Call it collective allegiance. There was enough good music and distinctive sounds circulating that you could declare a fave Chicagoland band almost every day of the week (or “Eight Days a Week” on the Beatles’ calendar), often determined or influenced by the latest single in the WLS/WCFL radio rotations. In those Good Old Daze before “influencers,” I’d go through intervals of spending more time listening to one band more than another, especially when their album releases competed with singles consumption. There was an abundance of LP tracks to sample, repeat play, and to like. Albums broadened the band's songbooks beyond the WLS/WCFL radio airplay and stacks of 45 rpm singles. The Ides of March from Berwyn were located the closest in relation to North Riverside, so they got points for that, not to mention deep tracks such as “One Woman Man,” “Colorado Morrow,” and “Aire of Good Feeling,” which featured a lyric: “We’ll meet at Miller Meadow/I can hardly wait.” That couplet resonated as an anthem of familiarity.  Miller Meadow was a forest preserve locale in Forest Park on the Des Plaines River off First Avenue, less than a mile and short bike ride from my home on 5th Avenue in North Riverside. Procksimity strikes a chord again! These bands were OURS. They made the tone and tunes of the Times tangible. 

The Byrds (Chris Hillman, David Crosby, Roger McGuinn with WLS DJ Art Roberts 

A footnote on local favorites. As a Byrds kid captivated by their jingle jangle, folk/rock/electric/psych (and eventually country) sound, Roger McGuinn’s ringing 12-string Rickenbacker and the group’s chiming harmonies, I may have (and continued) to lean between a little and a lot toward the Cryan' Shames,’ whose sound adeptly borrowed and blended “B’s”--the Byrds, Beatles and Beach Boys and maybe a fourth “B”:  Brilliant!



The early New Colony Six were catchy and immediate, but also exploratory and adventurous. As I have become older, I have embraced the “Girls in the Garage” sound, led by the Luv’d Ones, the Daughters of Eve and the Same, that all played a significant part in the Chicago scene.  Also, I have come around to the Cryan’ Shames. I would have considered them too lightweight and somewhat cloying in my teens and early-twenties, but have reconsidered in the intervening years. Due to its front cover consisting of live shots, I also thought A Scratch in the Sky was a live album when I came upon it at a library sale in the ‘90s. (Live albums were a low priority when starting to build a record collection.)  I also passed because the vinyl was all scratched up.  Later, I read it was fairly common to think this was a live album and it’s hard to find in decent condition as the well-loved album merited many a spin.  Upon recent re-listening, it blew me away and it does deserve its belated "Pet Sounds-ish" recognition as it’s a showcase of their brilliance and also a “synthesis” of the Beatles, Beach Boys, Byrds and Hollies.


Spot on here, and can relate to similar taste/listening, sound shifts and preferences that have come with agingI  During the Day, there was a stack of New Colony Six 45s (Sentar/Centaur & Mercury) cued on the turntable spindle. Sensitive guy that I am, they hooked me with a string of garage, psych and cascading rhythmic singles and B-sides: the “Love You So Much/”Let Me Love You,”—a gem described as “a sublime slice of pure power pop”--“I’m Just Waitin’ (Anticipating for Her to Show Up),” “You’re Gonna Be Mine,” “Come and Give Your Love to Me.”   


In addition to the NC6, it was easy to be faithful to the Ides of March, Cryan’ Shames (see my previous riff on them), and Buckinghams. Those were my Fab Four on the local level. All those bands possessed and presented different appealing musical qualities in lyrics, sound, tempo, vocals and harmonies, instrumentation. And they were our home towners!


Unfortunately, that may have been a bit confining; a boxed-in set. There were many groups in the book that I came across while researching that I had not encountered, was aware of or listened to back in the day. I discovered that I missed/overlooked/neglected a lot of cool music and bands of ‘60s Chicagoland. Among them, the “girls in the garage” Daughters of Eve, Luv’d Ones along with the Knaves, Exceptions, Del-Vetts, Saturday’s Children and many others that I was able to include in the book. However, the Same that you mentioned are MIA! Drat! There are likely others, but the Same omission will haunt this obsessive completist.  Though I remain puzzled (and frustrated) that I did come across any reference to them anywhere. Bummer…but thanks!


This seems consistent with our elongated, if not endless, trek across the vast Chicagoland mid-1960s soundscape. Just when you think you have uncovered, explored, seen and heard pretty much everything, along comes another song, another source or reference, buried treasure uncovered in the archive or vaults; nuggets which subsequently strike a responsive chord on some level.  In this case, more cool stuff dwelling in the Cellar, ready to excavate and enjoy, relics from a bountiful locale and era. Seek, find, listen to. Never too late. 


And yes, there was a common misperception that the Cryan' Shames’ A Scratch in the Sky was a live record, largely suggested by the LP’s cover collage of performance images. 
The late Jimy Sohns and the Shadows of Knight-photo from the album 
The Shadows Of Knight – Live 1966 from Sundazed Music 

“Gloria” was obviously the shot heard around North America (and beyond) and continues to resound today.  What do you consider the quintessential Chicago singles and/or songs from that time?


….though New Colony Six founder and front Ray Graffia Jr. will be hasty with a rewind remind that the NC6’s “I Confess” preceded  Jimy Sohns’ Shadows’ “Gloria” to initiate/ignite the Chicagoland regional revolution; it’s impossible not to include their Them cover on the 1960s/early 1970s Chicagoland enduring A-Sides along with “I Confess.” Both are revolution requisites when compiling a Greatest Hits or Quintessential singles most representative of the Once Upon a Time & Place. 


The same with the Ides’ “Vehicle,” Buckinghams’ “Kind of a Drag,” the American Breed’s “Bend Me Shape Me” and perhaps the overlooked Mauds cover of “Hold On.” As for the Cryan’ Shames, I might go with the jangly uptempo “Sugar and Spice” (another cover), though a case certainly could be made for their Beach Boy Pacifica wavelength washing onto the shores of Lake Michigan on “It Could Be We’re in Love,” or the cover girl gaze of  “I Wanna Meet You.” The hit single status, charting course and enduring airplay of these songs make them obvious selections, and foundational as tracks in the resounding regional rotation.  And, it may be negligent not to represent Chicago (Transit Authority), the brass band, and their “more horn” (instead of cowbell) sound; so maybe a nod to “Beginnings” (1969) or “25 or 6 to 4,” into 1970, or any number of their notable hits.

    

Speaking of, or not speaking of,.. A few Honorable Mentions or rotation runners up: How about the Flock’s “Take Me Back;” and a windy city in your hair anthem providing period punctuation in the early 1970s (in addition to the Ides’ sentimental breakdown “L.A. Goodbye”): Aliotta Haynes & Jeremiah’s “Lake Shore Drive (LSD).”  “And there ain’ t no road just like it…”



Are you able to disclose anything about your next research, writing and/or book project(s)? 

Thanks for asking about works in progress and in motion.  Been outlining a book length volume, critical, bio-blend and comprehensive recording catalog of two of my longtime favorites: multi/maxi instrumentalist, understated Lords of the Strings, Ry Cooder (Rising Sons) and (the Late Great David Lindley (Kaleidoscope). Tentative work in progress title: Versatile Virtuosos:  The Sound Sourcery and Mutuality of Ry Cooder & David Lindley. 



What is your favorite experience behind researching and writing this book?


Completing the project! The journey’s end. Arriving. That was my wife’s favorite also.  Actually, pulling off what I had I hoped I could, telling this meaningful story as thoroughly as possible.  And, I was rewarded with the Gift of learning so much along the way.  


This project has been a privilege, a duty, an homage, a Labor of Love with a memoir demeanor and spirit. At the risk of sounding cliched, pedestrian or boringly academic, the research/writing process/experience of exploration and discovery; and managing, organizing and shaping/arranging/presenting such an abundance of information into a geo-musical and cultural history with an archival sound resource is very gratifying.  And achieving a Totality like pieces of a puzzle—words arranged in (hopefully) an engaging, informative narrative (with alliterative excess that usually annoys readers more than it does charms them); images for visual aid; carefully crafted titles and subtitles;  meticulously curated epigraphs to frame themes, chapters and subsections; an annotated discography—mid-1960s Chicagoland all bound in 250 pages. 


A Coda of grace and gratitude to you Ted, for your interest, support and kindred sound spiritship. To borrow from Sly and the Family Stone: Thank you (Falettinme Be Mice Elf Agin)

The Del-Vetts

Friday, November 21, 2025

The Numbers-Mad Day Out



When my friend first pulled Anthology '64-'67 out some 25 years ago from his record shelves, I thought it was a Swedish ‘60s band like the Tages. The trio actually conspired with Greg Shaw to throw many for a similar loop with their playful ploy. Co-conspirator Terry Tutor certainly did the leg work for Anthology '64-'67 and made sure influential college radio stations like Loyola Marymount’s KXLU had the 1983 release by patiently braving the 405 and taking it directly to the station himself. As Terry wisely stated, “You do the things you have to do, in order to do the things you want to do.” The record ended up spreading all over the world-mostly by word of mouth. The Numbers can now be added to acts like the Things and the Point who were on the periphery of the L.A.'s Paisley Underground scene, but are finally receiving belated reconsideration and recognition in the 21st century. In fact, Anthology '64-'67 is slated to be reissued by Bachelor Records in 2026. Their surging sound is actually a great encapsulation of stripped-down breakaway power-pop with striking melodies and wrap-around choruses that match up to the Nerves and the Beat along with their undeniable mid-'60s influences. 

Anthology '64-'67
L to R: Terry Tutor, Larry Dill, Larry Tutor

Their new recording, Mad Day Out, is immediately appealing from the first play and their years of playing combined with life experiences lends a blanketing sagelike quality. Their current sound can best be described as upbeat sparkling ‘60s influenced guitar-driven pop with bittersweet inflections. As might be expected, they are totally conversant with the masters: the Beatles, Beach Boys and the Byrds. In addition, they have retained their Texas twang and those Everly-esque brotherly harmonies. It’s competently played pop with absolutely no pretensions, which is as refreshing as it is reassuring. The uncluttered and dynamic production, masterfully mixed by Gregory Krueger at Krueger Sound in Sunland, CA, captures and layers their glorious guitar tones. Larry and Terry’s heartland roots pop songwriting, frequently upending clichés, is evocative of Jules Shear-namely "If We Never Meet Again" that was recorded by Tommy Conwell and the Young Rumblers and Roger McGuinn. The proficiency of the musicianship leans towards pure pop acts like Bill Lloyd, Walter Clevenger & the Dairy Kings and the Spongetones. It’s a sound you don’t hear too much these days, but it certainly has its place in both the congested and contested power-pop scene and the nebulous realms of pop-rock.  

Their racing tempos have been obviously tempered by time and circumstances, but their opener “If I Didn’t Have You” is an early indicator that they have retained their rich melodies and harmonies. Be sure to catch those Del Shannon inflections on “At The Speed of Darkness.” It’s hard to name other active bands influenced by Del these days besides the Smithereens and that was actually some 40 years ago. “Autumn” features one of their most indelible melodies and ranks with the best of Roger McGuinn’s solo phase spanning from Back from Rio to Sweet Memories. “Winter's First Green Is Gold” somehow evokes fellow Texans the Sprague Brothers as well as the Beau Brummels and the Cyrkle. The standout backing harmonies on “Until Now,” veers them in the direction of ‘70s bands with streaks of AM radio catchiness in their sound like Orleans with “Still the One" or even Starry Eyed & Laughing. “A Little Time” reflects the big bang of the Beatles and Beach Boys and a little Bach.


On Side B, the album quickly goes from rousing Barry McGuire-ism (“Mad Day Out”) to the fragility of the Left Banke with a lovely guitar solo (“She Is Everything”) before returning to that to that crisp and ringing Roger McGuinn folk ‘n’ roll sound on the outstanding “Postcard.” The album then reaches the beach and moves towards the golden light. “The Coast Is Clear” is a fitting song for the year that Brian Wilson has left us and its gentle sunlit sounds are not too far removed from those of kindred soul Jeffrey Foskett. The last wave is caught with “Billy,” a rousing surf instrumental written for his son (who is the cover star of Mad Day Out). In other good news, they are in the process of recording new material and setting up some live dates to bring their formidable talents back to the stage. Who could have predicted this fortuitous turn of events-whatever year it is!

Top Left-Terry Tutor, Top Right-Voyce McGinley
Bottom Left-Greg Krueger, Bottom Right-Larry Tutor

Thursday, November 06, 2025

Freezing Hands-Ghouls of 22nd Street

 

As soon as the sound of the cascading drums comes crashing down on the opening number “The Log Book,” their 5th album veers off into a multitude of unexpected directions. While it was somewhat common for the '60s bands to put their exploratory song suites, jams or long number on side two (like “Revelation” by Love on their Da Capo album or the Who’s "A Quick One, While He's Away" to conclude A Quick One), Freezing Hands flip the convention and start strange right from the start on Side A-Wax.

Upon initial listens, Side A-Wax does not start as immediate as its four predecessors, but reveals its depth and breadth-in its own time. They open the doors to their own Butterscotch Cathedral as there seems to be a sense of beatific religious imagery and philosophical notions coursing through these songs which chase shadows of belief and disbelief.  Both the literary (inspired by Joyce? Vonnegut?) and the quotidian clash and converge within the lyrics to act as an invocation to ask further questions without scripted answers. Spillers’ somewhat cryptic language expresses and reflects lived experience from rakish rooms filled with the shards of shattered records and bad canned goods to those as an everyday educator attuned to the plight of the slighted and marginalized.

All paths lead to the title track where years of listening to Johnny Mathis, Sergio Mendes, Scott Walker, Bacharach, Love and the Zombies culminates in this free flowing bossa-infused number which is one of the best and most brilliant songs in their entire catalog.  Here, they turn the necessary corner from where things don’t make sense, to where they do. The sound of the words work in unison with the music and provide the poetry-in-motion permeating the album. “The Meek and the Mild” immediately brings to mind Minus 5 meets early ‘70s solo Paul Simon. Spiraling Dylan-esque lyrics wind like the roads up Tucson’s Mt. Lemmon to reach the truism of “One things for sure - nothing’s for sure” buttressed by assuring and soaring sundown harmonies.

Side B-Wane brings the Bowie beat to Rodney's English disco with Fowley lurking in the shadows on the stomping “Steppin’ to Holy Cow.” Its glittering melody was running through my head when I woke up the other night, which is not a bad thing at all. This glam slam could also have a strong appeal to listeners of the Lemon Twigs, Tchotchke, Uni Boys and Billy Tibbals. The skewering “Shooting from the Hip” is the album’s most jagged and riveting number and evokes Scared of Chaka when they were on Sub City. Hardly any traces of punk remain in the Hands' sound on this release, but they are still totally punk in spirit. Be sure to catch Kim Shattuck-ish yowl growl and Kevin Conklin’s menacing bass sound scraped off the cinderblock walls of Midtown Island Studio and layered thick upon the tape. 



“Fading Balloons” could have been the flip-side to “Nuthin’ in the Tank” from their preceding album with melodies and harmonies that recall Lost Balloons and Harsh Mistress. Scott Landrum provides some of the most delightful and apt keyboard playing since heard on those two Zumpano albums from 30 years ago. Presenting a view from above, “I’m on a 10,” shares sentiments with the Sesame Street (Ernie!) song “I Don’t Want to Go to the Moon.”  Meanwhile, the music recalls Badfinger with its guitar riff nick of “No Matter What” in particular. With its Sha Na Na/Bowser-ish utterance of  “Yeaah,” “Long in the Lung” reminds me of the 2010’s, when many bands were unabashed about unleashing their ‘50s rock & roll influences. Here, they throw their words and music into their own Freezing Hands blender to whip up quite a concoction to the beat of Matt Rendon's propulsive drumming. The album ends on the edges of classic rock with a sense of acute strangeness that permeates the first Alice Cooper album (Pretties for You) along the forward push of “Vehicle” by Ides of March.

Despite All the Complications These lyrics are delivered with considerable finesse and make this sort of a singer-songwriter album in the best sense like One Year by Colin Blunstone or those Scott Walker albums, but without the lavish orchestration. Spillers taps into his vast reservoir of words and images and offers character studies, detached observations and coded socio-political commentary along with his ever-present large sense of the absurd and heartfelt gratitude for the basic enjoyable things of life like donuts, baseball and libraries. Overall, it’s their most stylistically diverse album of all, while all the while maintaining their characteristic catchiness. They have additionally achieved a sense of continuity and momentum that comes with consistent practice and commitment. No matter how oppositional forces continue to conspire and distractions mount, they still believe, know and express that music & art does make a resounding difference.