Podaar is going to give me a paddling over this one too.
Nah, I freely admit my problem with this album is personal. With that in mind, I’m going to preface my thoughts about this album by setting the scene of 1976 in music. So, boring fogey story warning:
For Christmas of ’75, my favorite present was A Night at the Opera. I was spellbound by the vocals, creativity, storytelling, and some of the darker moments. Then 1976 came and it was like a dam broke on dynamic, lush, platinum produced, rock albums. 2112, Boston, Dreamboat Annie, Rising, Leftoverature, Agents of Fortune, Chicago X, Hotel California, Frampton Comes Alive, Presence…and, I’m sure, a myriad of albums that I didn’t buy.
In the middle of all this quality, the band I’d been looking forward to the most, my discovery, the band that had given me music cred with my buddies a few years before (keep in mind that I still wasn’t shaving regularly at this point so stature among my peers was everything [see also, Indiscipline’s Scenes From His Memory thread]), I eagerly pluck No Heavy Petting off the rack at the record store and jet home with my treasure.
My buddy Stan came over for the inaugural listen. What we heard was a thin, harsh, album that sounded like it was recorded in the men’s toilet at the Greyhound station. Worse, the songs sounded like an inexperienced band trying to be UFO. Where was the edge? Where was the quintessential Britishness? Why was Schenker trying to get into slide guitar? What’s with the Nashville rock of Highway Lady? I remember halfway through Belladonna, Stan started laughing with disbelief. Finally when Reasons Love came on, we both looked at each other with a smile thinking, “Here we go, finally a Schenker riff you can sink your teeth into”, but then it just repeated over and over until it got boring…and that solo. What the fuck? Where was the liquid midrange tone of his guitar? It was all squashed down into a trebley mess. Where was the melodic note selections? Where was his lush string bends? This was just an athletic exercise in seeing how many notes can be played in a minute.
I think you get the idea. I don’t need to belabor it more than that. We were disappointed to say the least. I maybe had a few more listens before the album got relegated to, ‘That UFO album that has On With the Action.’ It got pushed to the bottom of the pile and promptly forgotten. I honestly don’t think I listened to it again for a few years. Even now, when I try to give it an honest go (like yesterday), I end up feeling dissatisfied every time.
So, if you want to know why I don’t like this album, listen to A Night at the Opera, Boston, Leftoverature, 2112, Rising, then No Heavy Petting. Then, listen to Lights Out!