May 23, 1975: "Captain Fantastic And The Brown Dirt Cowboy" is released; October 4, 1975: "Rock Of The Westies" is released. Few months separate these two dates, but it's as if entire years have passed, such is the artistic and stylistic distance separating these two Elton John albums, both recorded at the Caribou Ranch: "Rock Of The Westies" is the work of an artist who, after churning out masterpieces continuously for five years, begins to feel the first signs of fatigue and especially indecision about the musical path to follow, an aspect that would further accentuate in the chaotic "Blue Moves" of 1976.
"Rock Of The Westies," recorded without Dee Murray on bass and Nigel Olsson on drums, replaced by Kenny Passarelli and Roger Pope, is an album that one may or may not like, but it is certainly a unique case in EJ’s discography, which neither before nor after will propose such a decidedly rock-oriented sound, a rock paced by funk influences and especially psychedelic with a very personal touch, and the experiment also yields excellent results, such as in "Medley (Yell Help/Wednesday Night/Ugly)", which despite its name is a single musical discourse supported by the relentless riffs of Davey Johnstone's guitar, which slows down towards the end, taking on psychedelic tones before closing in a bizarre crescendo dominated by the Labelle trio's choirs: strangely never played live, this is definitely the most substantial performance of "Rock Of The Westies", a catchy and engaging song, although anything but radio-friendly, showing an Elton John decidedly in top form, entering the rock world while preserving his originality.
After the pleasant surprise of the opener, the album maintains an excellent level with the eccentric "Dan Dare (Pilot Of The Future)", which resumes the vaguely lysergic sounds of "Medley", characterized by EJ's rough and rasping interpretation, completely different from his more traditional singing, while "Grow Some Funk Of Your Own" is a nice heavy glam rock that belongs to the same vein as "Saturday Night's Already For Fighting" and "The Bitch Is Back", completing the best tracks of the album along with the carefree and poppy "Island Girl", with its exotic aftertaste, and "I Feel Like A Bullet (In The Gun Of Robert Ford)", the only ballad of "Rock Of The Westies", a great song cloaked in dreamy melancholy, and despite its great value, little known and considered.
It’s a pity that, besides the five songs I mentioned, which still earn "Rock Of The Westies" a deserved positive score, the remaining four are quite anonymous and lack interesting cues: EJ insists on wanting to be a rock singer tout court, despite not having the inclination, and the final result is an album that is distinctly divided into two with an excellent first part and a purely filler second part that unfortunately affects the final outcome of Elton John’s first "cocaine" album which, despite its originality and its underrated gems, remains undoubtedly the least substantial album of a decade that saw EJ reach much higher and unreachable peaks.
Tracklist Lyrics Samples and Videos
03 Island Girl (03:42)
I see your teeth flash, Jamaican honey so sweet
Down where Lexington cross 47th Street
She's a big girl, she's standing six foot three
Turning tricks for the dudes in the big city
Island girl
What you wanting with the white man's world
Island girl
Black boy want you in his island world
He want to take you from the racket boss
He want to save you but the cause is lost
Island girl, island girl, island girl
Tell me what you wanting with the white man's world
She's black as coal but she burn like a fire
And she wrap herself around you like a well worn tire
You feel her nail scratch your back just like a rake
He one more gone, he one more John who make the mistake
08 Feed Me (04:00)
Don't close the shades
I'm scared of the darkness
I'm cold as a razor blade
Inches from madness
Don't let me sleep here
They're all trying to kill me
I've seen the walls moving
They've all heard me screaming, screaming
Feed me
Feed my needs and then just leave me
Let me go back where you found me
`Cause I miss my basement
The sweet smell of new paint
The warmth and the comforts of home
So feed me
Give me my treatment and free me
My arms are so hungry so feed me
The room's so distorted
And filled with mad shadows
I feel like a carcass
White like a marrow bone
It all seems so long ago
I remember them laughing
I heard the ambulance scream
I saw the red light flashing, flashing
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