Ted Nugent. Alice Cooper. Rob Zombie. Ozzy Osbourne. The mighty Black Sabbath. This isn’t just a list of some of the most important and successful Hard Rock/Metal acts in history; it’s also sampling of the artists who’ve utilized the talents of Detroit-born drummer extraordinaire Tommy Clufetos. Now, the man behind the kit has stepped out front and center with today’s release of Beat Up By Rock N’ Roll, the debut album from his new solo project, Tommy’s RockTrip.
If you think Aerosmith peaked on Rocks and your music collection has more Foghat than Five Finger Death Punch, then Beat Up By Rock N’ Roll is the album for you. Clufetos delivers 11 songs (while performing lead vocals on three) of truly classic sounds that would have found a home on ’70s Rock radio. Like many albums released so far this year, Beat Up By Rock N’ Roll is the result of the kind of extended downtime that a regularly working and touring musician can only experience during a pandemic.
“Nothing was going on at all for anybody; we were all just sitting around,” he recalls. “An opportunity came up for me to do a record, which I’ve never had the opportunity, time or desire to do. I’m fairly creatively fulfilled playing for other people; that’s my favorite thing. But there was nothing going on, so I had this block of time. I went, ‘You know what? Why not do it?’ It was a chance for me to do something musically that I’ve never done. I had never written a song in my life, and I had never written lyrics in my life. I had never put a band together on my own. So, I thought it would be a good musical challenge.”
To help make his sonic ideas a reality, Clufetos enlisted a former Alice Cooper band cohort, Eric Dover, to handle vocals. Easily one of the most underrated performers in Rock, Dover has enjoyed an eclectic musical journey that has run the gamut from fronting Slash’s Snakepit to playing guitar and keys in esoteric early ’90s Power Pop oddballs Jellyfish. Currently a member of The Lickerish Quartet, Dover makes it clear from his first note on album opener “Heavy Load” that he was the perfect guy for the job.
“Eric is an awesome vocalist; he can do so many things and so many different styles. That being said, I think he’s the best when he sings straight Rock ‘n’ Roll. As avant-garde as he can go, he’s a kick-ass rocker at heart. He has a very unique voice; it lent itself very much to the music that I came up with. I was so happy and ecstatic when he agreed to do it. It was a pleasure, and it was effortless with him. All I had to do was say, ‘Here’s the melody; here’s the lyrics. Go in there!’”
Lead guitarist Hank Schneekluth, bassist Eliot Lorengo and rhythm guitarist Nao Nakashima join Clufetos on all tracks.
“They were just a bunch of young guys who I kind of scouted out on my own. I didn’t want a bunch of, let’s say, ‘known’ players. Everybody kind of does this guy from this band, that guy from that band. That’s not really my trip; I wanted to kind of make it my own thing, using young guys who I could corral and rehearse. I wanted the music to be played the way I wanted it to be played – with a certain kind of attack and tightness. Sometimes, when you’re dealing with ‘more experienced’ guys, they don’t listen as well. My stuff is an older style, and more guys are more Metal now. I’m very proud of the guys and the way they did it, and I’m sure they’re very proud, too. It’s just a great, little cool Rock ‘n’ Roll record that I set out to make.”
One of the album’s many highlights, the blazing early Van Halen-flavored “Welcome To The Show,” was co-written by Clufetos’ longtime friend – and notorious former Iggy Pop guitarist – Whitey Kirst.
“He’s out of his mind! I’m a very pragmatic, together guy, and we’re total opposites that way. But when we play music, we don’t even have to talk; we just fit together like a glove. I wanted him to play guitar on my album, but he was stuck in Canada doing some stuff.”
Beat Up By Rock N’ Roll’s most touching moment, “Power of Three,” is a tribute to family that features Clufetos on vocals and his father, Tommy Sr., on sax. That adorable voice you’ll hear comes courtesy of the drummer’s four-year-old daughter, June Grace (“Junebug”), who recites the alphabet as the tune comes to a close.
“She loves the song; she’s proud of it. I hope when she’s old, she can have this gift and this little love nursery song that her daddy made for her.”
Although he was already well established in industry circles for his percussive skills long before 2012, that was the year Clufetos truly gained international attention by being selected to replace Bill Ward in Black Sabbath.
“It’s the most I’ve ever had to dig into the drummer,” he recalls of his five-year stint with the group. “Bill has a very unorthodox style. In all really great bands, every musician is very important – whether it’s Led Zeppelin, The Beatles, AC/DC, Aerosmith, Black Sabbath or Deep Purple. Each player really matters. In Sabbath, there’s four guys, and each guy had a counterpoint to make that one sound. So, I really had to do my homework and go, ‘What makes Bill Ward him? What’s making it work or making it different?’ I really did a lot of homework and studied. I’m pretty good, but I’m not the world’s greatest drummer. I never claimed to be, but I am good about digging into what makes who I’m working for special and trying to be the best drummer they could hope for. That’s my goal; I want their musical vision to come out. I want them to feel confident in what I’m doing. When you’ve got a confident drummer back there, you’re free to go do your show and sing or play guitar and just not worry about what’s going on back there. When it’s shaky back there, it makes you shaky out front, so I want to be solid.”
In terms of playing original-era Sabbath material, being “solid” on the drums means being able to get your head around the ebbs and flows of Ward’s trademark style – an organic, feel-based explosion of soul that could never occur in the presence of a metronome. While successfully acclimating to such a technique would be daunting for some, Clufetos felt right at home.
“With Bill Ward’s thing, even though it may move, symphonies move – but they move in unison. Fish move in unison. Great things move together. Chuck Berry may waver; Jerry Lee Lewis may waver. None of the music on my album was recorded to a click. We didn’t even wear headphones; it was all in one room. I wanted to take that approach of the old-school way. ‘Perfect’ ruins Rock ‘n’ Roll.”
Naturally, he sometimes faced the inevitable backlash that comes whenever someone fills the shoes of a beloved band member. In Sabbath’s case, added pressure came once various media reports indicated that Ward’s departure stemmed from (in his words) an “unsignable contract.” So, in walked Clufetos, a guy barely in his 30s at the time who suddenly found himself taking over THE drum throne under a cloud of controversy and skepticism. Fortunately, a combination of focus, unquestionable talent and good old-fashioned Detroit grit enabled him to make one of the most revered drum positions in music truly his own.
“I understand the situation. You’re coming in and substituting or filling in for an icon in a band. Somebody’s gotta do it. I wanted it to be me, and I wasn’t afraid of the challenge. I got asked to do it, and I was proud to do it. I was proud of the job I did, but I understand it from a fan’s perspective. I can handle it, and it’s a part of the gig. I don’t think many people walked out of any concert disappointed, because I was there – and we rocked people. I was part of that; I was part of the four guys up there, and I was very proud of the job I did. It was a total honor; it was my pleasure. To play with those three guys was the musical peak thus far in my career.”
Mere weeks from now, Clufetos will have new opportunities to showcase his live skills when he hits the road with The Dead Daisies. Already a Daisies veteran via a run of fill-in dates he performed with the band back in 2015, he replaced former drummer Deen Castronovo (Journey/Ozzy/Bad English) earlier this year shortly before the release of the group’s excellent new album, Holy Ground. Interestingly, his new role will put him on stage every night with yet another Hard Rock/Metal icon: Daisies singer/bassist and fellow Sabbath alumnus Glenn Hughes (Deep Purple/Trapeze/ Black Country Communion).
“What a great singer and bass player – and a snappy dresser! We’re gonna make some killer music. I guarantee it.”
With an unreal résumé made even more impressive by the fact he’s still in his early 40s, Tommy Clufetos is poised to enjoy a career as lengthy of the ones experienced by the legends he has powered through his drumming – and he’s fully prepared to reach that goal no matter what it takes.
“I don’t have a choice, my friend. I sold my soul a long time ago to get in this business, and I put all my eggs in one basket. I don’t believe in Plan B, so it’s what I do. It’s my craft; I take it very seriously, and I’m just getting warmed up – I guarantee that. I didn’t have rich parents; I didn’t get a silver spoon in my mouth, so this is how I make money and support my family. I have to do it – and that’s a good thing. Music has given me everything in my life. Having that pressure of not having a back-up plan has been the greatest gift.”
“Let’s hope Killing Joke is locked away in a bunker somewhere writing an album about all of this.”
I posted the above words on my personal Facebook page last year during the early days of the COVID-19 pandemic. I could not think of a more suitable band to express the anger, fear, isolation, confusion and grasps at hope that millions suddenly had to experience in the blink of an eye. Although a new Killing Joke studio album has yet to materialize (perhaps with the wildly disparate locations of the band’s members serving as the greatest culprit), listeners will soon have Virtual Control, the upcoming first full-length solo album by the group’s co-founder and drummer, Big Paul Ferguson.
Ferguson the man is soft-spoken, warm and welcoming – the kind of person who’d sooner greet a fan (or “Gatherer,” to use Killing Joke parlance) with a hug than with a handshake. Ferguson the drummer, however, is as terrifying as he is inspiring – the primal emotional engine fueling Killing Joke’s sonic storm through precise tom-heavy beats and a piercing, laser-focused onstage gaze that could cut through glass.
This duality is on full display throughout Virtual Control, which unpacks a hell of a lot in regard to our current state of world affairs through the juxtaposition of thunderous instrumentation and even-keeled, half-sung/half-spoken vocals. The album’s title alone should give you an idea of Ferguson’s present worldview as he comments on what has largely become a society manipulated into devolving into the human equivalent of rattled canines barking at one another in a circle. (As he sings on the album’s opening track, “Lapdogs of discontent never agree.”) Visually speaking, he addresses the pandemic in blunt fashion in the new video for the album’s first single, “Extrapolate.”
Lyrically, Ferguson’s primary interest on Virtual Control seems less focused on the pandemic itself and more targeted toward the societal and global implications of the cultural shifts it has produced, as demonstrated in these words heard underneath the loudly mixed musical blast of “Data Lama:”
Hard to imagine what the future’s gonna look like
When the structures we’ve been used to
Have all been swept aside
Barriers of normalcy
Barriers of trade
Have all been blown to pieces
By this fundamental change.
Of course, America (where Ferguson currently resides) recently faced racial unrest and a deeply polarizing Presidential election in addition to the lockdown conditions that shuttered the planet. This already combustible combination was made even worse by the proliferation of dubious information by sources driven more by the desire for clicks than the commitment to presenting anything resembling reality. These developments drive the slow burn of “The Unraveling,” a melancholic meditation on a citizenry rapidly succumbing to the seductive glare of portable screens:
Swipe left, swipe right
Scroll up, scroll down
Click here, click there
Watch the little wheel spin round
And round and round and round
Shopping online
Swallowing lies
Victims of circumstance
Telling porky pies
The world’s gone crazy
There’s so much wealth
Flushed down the drain
But so’s my mental health
It really doesn’t matter
There’s so much chatter
When the face on the screen
Says it’s safe, not safe.
Album co-producer/co-writer and veteran journeyman guitarist Mark Gemini Thwaite, who’s spent the past several years collaborating with a staggering array of artists (The Mission, Peter Murphy, Tricky, Julianne Regan and late Killing Joke bassist Paul Raven [in the band Mob Research], to name but a few), returns to deliver the same high-caliber musicality that he brought to Ferguson’s 2018 debut solo EP, Remote Viewing. (His playing on “Extrapolate” and “Plausible Deniability,” which both give more than a passing nod to the stylings of Killing Joke’s Geordie Walker, is particularly blistering.) Additionally, Tim Skold (best known for his stints with Marilyn Manson, KMFDM, ohGr and – if you’re of a certain age like me – Shotgun Messiah) bolsters the album’s impact through a guest appearance on “Seeping Through The Cracks,” while Die Krupps mastermind Jürgen Engler appears on album closer “Dystopian Vibe.”
(Speaking of Die Krupps, Ferguson contributes drums to the group’s stellar rendition of Gang of Four’s “To Hell With Poverty” from its upcoming covers collection, Songs From The Dark Side Of Heaven.)
As for the drumming…well, this album has the name Big Paul Ferguson on the cover. If you’re a Killing Joke fan, get ready to groove. If you’re in the unfortunate position of also being a drummer, prepare to be horrified and humbled. Again. (Take a listen to his playing on “Glass Houses” – another dose of game over for most of us, I’m afraid.) Massive respect to him for keeping his skills consistently sharp and evolving through nearly 45 years of recorded output.
Ferguson once famously described the music of Killing Joke as “the sound of the earth vomiting.” Virtual Control is the sound of the world recoiling from the horrors it has created for itself under the guises of security and progress, delivered through thoughts and music that straddle the line between rage and resignation. This is more than an album; it is an essential statement on this critical moment in human history.
My morning was greeted by the very sad news that Anita Lane had passed away.
Most people have no idea who Anita Lane was. To a select few, she is best known as Nick Cave’s former muse and the woman who co-wrote his song “From Her To Eternity.” That alone should tell you plenty about her. She was also the haunting babygirl voice on Einstürzende Neubauten’s “Blume.” Perhaps most significantly, she wrote the lyrics to Nick Cave and the Bad Seeds’ “Stranger Than Kindness” – a still-stunning marriage between the sordid and the serene.
Although she was obscure, she also gifted us with a small but extraordinary personal discography that’s worth seeking out. Just be prepared for a ride that would make Marianne Faithfull and Nico blush.
It’s no surprise that Anita was nicknamed “Dirty” and her absolutely essential 1993 album was called Dirty Pearl. Watch her video for "Jesus Almost Got Me,” a song that effortlessly eclipses “WAP” and other considerably more blatant mainstream expressions of female sexuality with a delivery that rarely rises above a whisper. Her music was the soundtrack to the feminine side of film noir, the workings of a sonic witch whose image and output suggested she would have been fantastic company for late-night sinning before leaving her companion dizzy and disheveled in a hotel room and wondering what the hell happened.
Earlier this year, The Quietus published a lengthy feature on Anita’s work. Such a piece was long-overdue.
Of course, no new quotes from Anita were featured in the story, nor had she been truly visible in the media even at the height of her creative output. She remained an enigma, a shadowy songstress represented on Facebook through a fan page with few revelations about her life and the real-world circumstances and processes that may have driven the world she showcased in her music.
Anita’s passing comes at a time when there was finally a hint of more to come. Her most recent solo album, 2001’s Sex O’ Clock, is set for a first-ever vinyl release on Mute Records later this year. There was newfound interest in her past and even word of new music. In a way, it’s poetic that she’d leave us now in spite of this – still largely a mystery, still leaving us with little to go on than a handful of utterly perfect songs to break our hearts and challenge our imaginations.
Like most true artists, Anita created work that didn’t speak to everyone, but it will forever slay the right people at the right time – and leave them desperately wanting more insight into a story that will never be fully told.
Sipping a cup of black coffee alone in a diner at 3am while dialing a cell phone that never picks up. Spending a downcast afternoon walking through a tired carnival with creaky and rusty rides that were surely something in their time. Facing another sunrise with a full ashtray and an empty bottle of wine. Staring at pictures of the one who got away – or the one in the other room who’s packing up to leave. There are moments in everyone’s life when they are confronted with the reality of a promise that never quite worked out. And now, those moments have a perfect soundtrack.
Wryly released two days before Valentine’s Day, Poison Stream, the first album in seven years from MOAT – a collaboration between Marty Willson-Piper (formerly of The Church) and Niko Röhlcke of Weeping Willows – is the kind of album that breaks your heart right out of the gate. From the morose opening keys to Willson-Piper’s concluding croon of the song’s title, the album's late-2020 single, “Gone By Noon,” was a decidedly somber affair that hinted at what was to come. While Willson-Piper’s past work with The Church often hid lyrical gloom behind shimmering arrangements (1988’s “Reptile” is a prime example), there were no grey shades – neither musically nor lyrically – found on this tune. The sense of loss and disillusionment was direct and palpable:
Silence spills like a wave in the dark
The films you play
Black and white
A final scene – crying
And you’re gone.
If that kind of sonic snapshot of disconnection is up your street, you’ll find more of the same on the album-opening “Acid Rain,” which uses a more upbeat musical presentation to cushion another Willson-Piper waltz through lyrical melancholia:
You flick the pages
Of your book
Trying to find
The right line
Then there it is
That famous quote
That explains
Away your life
You flip a coin
You laugh out loud
As it’s lost.
However, “Acid Rain” is far from a complete downer, as the song’s arrangement (highlighted by the simple but highly effective charge of drummer Eddie John) flavors its sentiments with hooks that last for days. Synth player Torbjörn Svedberg and backing vocalist Dare Mason add just the right amount of light to the proceedings, while Willson-Piper’s guitar work is instantly recognizable and characteristically pristine.
Then comes “Helpless You” – the best song Tom Waits never wrote. I mean, this is the opening verse:
The light slips through
You're alone in your room
With your secrets and pain
And it's happening again.
If you hang on long enough, you’ll encounter a gorgeously composed chorus that will compel you to sing along despite what it’s telling you:
And you cry as you slide away
In the light see the sign of your decay
So goodbye, we'll deny your prey
Your desires and lusts have locked you away
So sad, helpless you.
Once you pick yourself off the floor after that, you’ll be greeted by seven more songs pretty much in the same spirit as the preceding three. But even when reaching their dirgiest depths, the songs are rescued from complete despair by stunning (and sometimes even uplifting) instrumentation by a cast of other supporting characters, including (among many others) Willson-Piper’s wife, Olivia, whose harmony vocals and violin/cellolin on “The Ballad of Sweet Marie” add just enough sweetness to flavor the otherwise bleak narrative. The addition of tenor sax and trumpet (courtesy of Jonas Wall and Jonas Lindeborg, respectively) on “The Roadmap to My Soul” delivers a similar effect. Multi-instrumentalist Röhlcke – the album’s not-so-secret weapon – is heard and felt all over the place as the proceedings play on.
Of the remaining album tracks, “The Folly” is the peak of Poison Stream’s gripping power, with the strings of Malin-My Wall and Madelene Johansson meeting Röhlcke’s classical guitar in just the right way to expertly carry Willson-Piper’s crestfallen delivery.
And how do Willson-Piper, Röhlck and company wrap up this 10-song affair for the dutiful listener? With a song called “Tears Will Come.” For fuck’s sake!
Quips aside, Poison Stream is a truly masterful work – easily one of Willson-Piper’s most captivating releases and proof that his union with Röhlcke is a deeply successful formula. Every syllable the man sings utterly shatters you in the best possible way, but what do you expect from a guy who wrote the lyrics for this thing while spending time in the Swedish countryside?
Poison Stream will not speak to everyone, but nakedly honest art never does. However, those who possess the requisite disposition and bent to take it on will be rewarded with an album both serene and soul-crushing. It’s ultimately quite beautiful, even if it’s possibly the first recording since Nick Cave and the Bad Seeds’ Skeleton Tree to warrant the need for a safeword.
Devastation and cynicism have rarely sounded so lovely.
Nothing about Bitter Elixir – the newly unveiled collaboration between Chicago-based multi-instrumentalist Roger Ebner and veteran New York underground noise merchant Christoph Liggio (a.k.a. Krztoff) – should work.
Ebner is a soft-spoken, sixtysomething sonic traveler whose musical journey has included explorations in (among many other things) Jazz and World music. Liggio is best known as the leader of long-running Industrial Metal savages BILE. This is clearly an odd pairing, but it’s one that makes all the sense in the world when considering that these two disparate characters first met as participants in the “25th Anniversary” incarnation of Pigface in 2016.
The spirit of Pigface’s aural alchemy is all over Bitter Elixir’s debut single, “Help”/”Stop,” out today via Bandcamp. “Help” reinvents the classic Beatles track as a dystopian dirge accented by plenty of vocal effects (which thankfully don’t overshadow Liggio’s surprisingly soulful voice) and sax blasts. Bitter Elixir’s reimagining is equally dreamy and dreary – a perfect reflection of what Ebner and Liggio call “the sense of urgency and uncertainty of ‘the new normal.’”
The mostly instrumental “Stop” is the Skinny Puppy-meets-John Zorn jam you never knew you needed until now. While the heaviness of Liggio’s contribution is expected, those unfamiliar with Ebner’s more abrasive tendencies will certainly be brought up to speed once his pummeling shrieks come in. (If wild sax playing is your thing, be sure to track down Bluewolf Bloodwork, Ebner’s exceptional 2008 album with the brilliant avant-garde collective Snarling Adjective Convention.)
Perhaps the most magical thing about the Pigface experience is that it allows musicians who wouldn’t otherwise meet to subsequently branch off and create captivating sounds of their own. Bitter Elixir is not the first example of this phenomenon (nor will it be the last), but it is certainly one of the best.