Month: April 2025

Place that Band: Battle of the Geo Groups

Rock and roll band names are always a fun subject and historically have fallen into specific categories. Early on, bug names were popular: Buddy Holly and the Crickets inspired the Silver Beetles (later the Beatles), and we went from Iron Butterfly to the Spiders from Mars; it all culminated in the legendary Mosquitoes, secretly rehearsing on Gilligan’s Island to escape their adoring fans.

In the psychedelic era, crazy food-related names abounded (Strawberry Alarm Clock, Chocolate Watch Band, Ultimate Spinach, Peanut Butter Conspiracy) but as we got into the 70s, the somewhat grandiose idea of naming your group after a (usually) large city, or even a country or continent, took hold. Sometimes (but certainly not always) it reflected where the group was from. This trend has continued somewhat crazily into the present, as we will find out at the bottom of the post.

But here we are mostly sticking with better-known groups from the 70s to the millennium. There is a subjective group rating and a ROBTL rating (Relation of Band to Location). Only straight-up geographic group names are considered (sorry, New York Dolls) and the locations are limited to our home planet. But in case you’re wondering, there IS a group called Uranus.

CHICAGO

This is one of the most famous, even though they were originally called Chicago Transit Authority, until transportation officials from the Windy City objected.  Many of the members from the original septet met while in college in Chicago. They were originally an adventurous, even political, jazz-rock ensemble over the course of their first three albums (all two-record sets). They gradually lost their way in the woods of MOR pop pablum after the tragic death of guitarist/guiding force Terry Kath.

Group Rating: B+ for the first five albums, after that you’re on your own. ROBTL Rating: Good, considering their roots

This track from their debut features demonstrators’ chant from the Chicago Dem Convention in 1968.

AMERICA

An interesting one, as the three members were U.S. Air Force brats living in England at the time of their formation. But their sound, influenced by the CSN&Y type sound of the day, was very un-British. They went on to great success, of course, with songs like “Ventura Highway” (inspired by a stretch of road in California) and that one about a lonesome Western desert where for some reason you can’t remember your name.

Group rating: B ROBTL: Good I guess, since it was a bit of a mission statement.

BOSTON

This Tom Scholz-invented band is a tough one, since they were from the area but were not exactly road-tested locals, like Aerosmith or J. Geils Band. Mostly a studio creation, thanks to Scholz’s whiz-kid tech knowhow, that didn’t stop them from claiming they were “just another band out of Boston” on their debut album which sold 17 million copies. Then they started touring.

Group rating: B- ROBTL: Not great, even that line about playing in Hyannis was not about them but instead was inspired by the drummer’s previous experience of playing in bar bands down on Cape Cod.

BERLIN

Crossing over the Atlantic, kind of. Berlin, fronted by icy-sultry singer Terri Nunn, was from Los Angeles. Nunn, who posed for Playboy while underage, was (and would later be) an actress, and she once auditioned for the part of Princess Leia. She had the perfect look and voice for the band’s stylish 80s synth-pop sound, which would be fair to say, drew some influence from Krautrock pioneers like Kraftwerk.

Group rating: B ROBTL: Pretty good, considering.

LINDISFARNE

This accomplished British folk-rock outfit, once led by guitarist singer Alan Hull, were from Newcastle and named themselves after the nearby monastery castle that I had the pleasure of visiting last year (see my photo!).

Lindisfarne often drew from locales known to them and it would be easy to imagine the ghostly “Lady Eleanor” from their most famous song roaming the drafty corridors of that edifice.

Group rating: A- ROBTL: First in class.

ASIA

Another very famous name and a progressive-rock supergroup made up of former (and in some cases future) members of Yes, King Crimson and ELP. I’m a huge prog fan but at the time of their big debut LP (1982) I was much more in thrall to the likes of the Replacements and the Psychedelic Furs than this machine-tooled AOR approach. Even guitarist Steve Howe, who would do much much better work in Yes) admitted that the production of said album was “Journeyesque,” not a good thing. But they fared well on middle-of-the-road rock stations and sold lots of plastic.

Group rating: C ROBTL: Nil, unless you count Roger Dean’s somewhat Oriental cover art. (see top image)

EUROPE

Staying on the continental theme, we doubt anyone ever looked to these lugs for a representation of European culture. The glam-metal Swedes did have their moment in the sun (not that I noticed) and got a recent ironic boost due to their famous Geico commercial featuring their biggest hit.

Group rating: C- ROBTL: Nothing doing.

ENGLAND

This prog-rock band was destined to be under-appreciated, seeing that their excellent debut album, “Garden Shed,” came out in 1977, the same year that the Sex Pistols and the Clash were shaking up things in their native land. England were led by keyboardist-singer Robert Webb and they hailed from Kent County, an area known as the Garden of England. Later reevaluations and rereleases of their work led to reunions (and some new work) first in 2006, including a nice 2-disc CD edition of “Garden Shed.”

Group rating: B+ ROBTL: Very high

JAPAN

This London-based group started out in 1974 as more of a glam act and evolved a synth-heavy, futuristic approach in the New Wave era. Not my cup of tea and initially their records flopped in the UK, but they found fame in the Land of the Rising Sun. Not sure how much that had to do with their name. They did release a single called “Life in Toyko” but it oddly featured the catch phrase “life can be cruel.”

Group rating: C+ ROBTL: Well, they sold out Budokan three nights running.

NEW ENGLAND

Getting back to my neck of the woods, this Boston-based group was managed by Queen impresario Don Aucion. They got a peek at the Top 40 with “Don’t Ever Wanna Lose Ya” (#40 in 1979) but their career soon stalled. Although stubbornly a product of their Asia-Journey age, New England did poke at the edges of several genres, including Art Rock. Seeking a sales lift, they came up with the multi-part “Explorer Suite.” Brimming with dramatic vocals and flashy keyboards, they were hoping the “Bohemian Rhapsody” lightning would strike twice, but to no avail.

Group Rating: B- ROBTL: Nothing you would notice.

NANTUCKET

Another New England locale, but these guys were from North Carolina and got their start as an oceanside bar band. They named themselves after the song “Nantucket Sleighride” by Mountain. There is some of that influence here, but also of arena-rock plodders like Foghat. Nothing special but I like their energy and the cheeky covert art of their first album is a 70s guilty pleasure.

Group Rating: B ROBTL: Very little.

KANSAS

I really don’t want to talk about these guys. You know them, you love them. Well, you know them anyway. Me, I always get them mixed up with Styx, another location-named band, though in this case a presumably fictional one. Anyway, I don’t dislike them, but I don’t regard them either. They did find a curious common denominator in pop history. “Carry On My Wayward Son,” is annually one of the most played song in classic-rock radio formats.

Group Rating: B- ROBTL: Well, they are from Topeka.

MANASSAS

I don’t much want to talk about Steve Stills either. He’s one of rock’s least likable characters. If you care for a taste, consult the interview of jazz drummer (and one-time Joni Mitchell squeeze) in the book “Girls Like Us” or check out Steve’s belligerent reaction to a little healthy criticism in the festival film “Celebration at Big Sur.” Having said that, Manassas (named after the Virginia town where the first great land battle of the civil war took place) were a good band for him, esp. in the case of second-billed Chris Hillman, the reliable wing man late of the Byrds and Flying Burrito Bros. Their first album was one of Stills’ stronger efforts (and a double LP no less) and I’ll be happy to post my favorite track.

Group rating: B ROBTL: Well, it is kinda country rock.

CHILIWACK

Chiliwack’s 1971 single “Lonesome Mary” was one of my favorite obscure near-hits of my early radio-listening days I remember the DJ telling listeners that the group was from Canada, and so far north there that there “drummer is a grizzly bear.” They were actually from Vancouver and named themselves after a cool-sounding town nearby. “Lonesome Mary” was one of those killer 3-minutes slabs of power rock, with Bill Henderson’s urgent vocals and blazing guitar.

Later, Chiliwack dabbled in progressive rock, which was still evident in their 1979 album “Breakdown in Paradise” which I picked up on cassette in a Quebec City shop last year. In the early Eighties, they got their commercial due with a few poppier U.S. Top 40 hits, most notably with “My Girl (Gone Gone Gone)”, and are still a going concern these days.

Grade: A (just because) ROBTL: Grizzly bear or no grizzly bear, they representing!

The geo band phenomenon continues to this day, although reading up on the subject can cause confusion. There’s an Indiana band called Brazil but formerly called themselves London. The group Spain are from California, and Jamacia are from France. That’s not even mentioning the ones named after planets and constellations, though I do want to check out Uranus, lol.

Eggs are Stupid.

Someone had to say it. That people would let their democracy slip away on such an embarrassing (and solvable) inflection point as the rise in price of a dozen eggs, is like a national pathology that is nearly impossible to reckon with.

Of course, that was not the only issue that caused the re-election (after a four-year interval) of the convicted felon, admitted sex offender and debased traitor who tried to overturn his 2020 defeat by having a mob kill his own vice president. For the hardcore MAGA crowd it is certainly easier to complain about grocery prices than to admit to being a straight-up (and potentially violent) bigot, with a head stuffed to the gills with false grievances. But what about the rest of us? (I’ll say us to be polite even though I of course voted for Kamala Harris).

Alex had the right idea in “A Clockwork Orange.” He wants to “smash ’em” and so do I.

Fuck eggs. It would be futile for me to argue that the 166 MILLION chickens that died from the recent bird flu may have had something to do with the price hike. Because that would be too normal. Complaining is more fun. I’m not suggesting that there are not real economic troubles affecting some people, but to use that to put back in office a proud psychopath who already said he wanted to be a dictator?

Didn’t anybody ever suggest boycotting those stupid eggs? If most of the country could agree to do this the price would have come down quick, maybe even quick enough to avoid a witless slide into an authoritative nightmare. Joe Biden had about as much to do with egg prices as I have in getting a Pulitzer Prize.

Fuck Eggs. They are the modern equivalent of the old canard that at least Mussolini “made the trains run on time.” No he did not. Reportedly, only the Italian tourist trains ran on schedule. This led some witless British tourists to say that things are better with an autocratic leader running the show from Rome. This then got repeated until it sounded like the truth.

Gang of Four saw thru the ruse. (Lyrics in description)

So in 2024, eggs became some sort of defining issue, much like “soccer moms” were all the demographic rage a few election cycles back. So much so that even a Democratic consultant, was quoted in the paper in January as saying that perhaps it was inevitable that his party lost because, “Just look at the price of eggs.” WTF, dude? With people like that on your side, who needs adversaries?

Also in that day’s New York Daily News there was a poll that showed that about 70% of people thought less of President Biden for pardoning his son Hunter. In the same breath, 70% said they would pardon their own child, Welcome to the USA, kids.

Kamala Harris is certainly no Winston Churchill but I was hoping for at least a little original thinking in her campaign against such an obvious threat to democratic norms. Sure, she may present as America’s “cool aunt,” but recent history has proved that many don’t mind voting for a malignant and demented uncle. If Harris could have convinced a few of them that unkie would be better suited to a padded cell, she may have even squeaked out a victory, God save us.

One little plea. Let’s try to better to learn of “overstanding.” It’s one thing to “understand” that egg prices are high, and a completely different thing to “overstand” the issue and realizing we are being sold a bill of goods much more than $9 a dozen.  You don’t even have to man the barricades. On social media, at least treat Trump, Musk et al to a smart-ass putdown, instead of looking up terrified at the sky of worst-case-scenario. We don’t need to be any more anxious than we already are.

To get back to Alex. In the penultimate scene of “A Clockwork Orange,” he has the upper hand even in a full body cast, being fed the precious eggiwegs (not to mention “steaky-wakes” and “lomsticks of toast”) knowing that he has the unscrupulous Interior Minister right where he wants him (he is obliged to feed Alex his breakfast while being subtly taunted). They both know that the barbaric technique that “cured” him of his criminality also made him defenseless and suicidal. Now Alex has been re-cured and taken to calling the Minister (“my little droogie”) knowing instinctively that thuggery can exist just as easily thrive in the halls of power as it can on the backstreets of London.

In this “horrorshow viddy” clip, Anthony Sharp plays the Interior Minister and, of course, the legendary Malcolm McDowell is Alex DeLarge.

Many readers will know that the Anthony Burgess novel had a “controversial” final chapter that was not included in American editions of the book—and also not included in Stanley Kubrick’s towering film adaptation. Too bad, as it is quite fascinating. It begins almost exactly as the first chapter: Alex is back in the Korova Milkbar with three new droogies. They are making up their “rassoodocks” about what crimes to commit that evening. But later, he runs into his old droogie Pete and is astonished to find him happily married and with a regular job. The softening begins (“Youth must go”) and he imagines himself doing the same. In the end, normalcy will (or should) reign and hopefully Alex will not be the kind of citizen who welcomes a dictatorship because of a temporary spike in the price of eggiwegs. “Alex like groweth up, oh yes,” he thinks to himself. Maybe it’s time to do the same. Righty right.