I’ve often said that as I wander the vast halls of the Pierce
Archives (where we’re only seven-and-one-half games behind Houston
for the division lead), I often find titles that I honestly don’t
remember buying. I also find titles that I bought and have never
gotten around to listening to – some of them approaching four years
old. (This is kind of why I started “The Daily Vault” in the first
place – to force me off my keister and to listen to these. So far,
it hasn’t worked; I wouldn’t be surprised if I added over 500
titles to the Archives yearly.)
A third category in my searches is the “why did I even bother to
buy this?” description. This fits today’s review victim,
Heavy, the 1968 debut release from Iron Butterfly.
Actually, I do know why I bought it. I had owned
In-A-Gadda-Da-Vida for some time, and got some type of
kitsch-y joy out of it. So, why not pick up other titles from the
band and enjoy that same retro excitement?
Problem is, there’s not a lot of that same feeling on the debut
release. In a sense, it’s a whole different band than
In-A-Gadda-Da-Vida. Keyboardist Doug Ingle and drummer Ron
Bushy are two members that made, shall we say, the first cut; but
the Iron Butterfly that recorded
Heavy included bassist Jerry Penrod, vocalist Darryl DeLoach
and guitarist Danny Weis. And while there are some touches of
psychedelia on this one,
Heavy is more a pop album than a “stoner” work.
If only Iron Butterfly were a good pop band. The first side of
this one is absolutely atrocious. Cuts like “Unconscious Power,”
“You Can’t Win” and a cover of Allen Toussaint’s “Get Out Of My
Life, Woman” are barely listenable. The playing is blah, the
songwriting is even more blah, and had Iron Butterfly’s career been
based on these five songs, they’d all have been slinging hash at
the local Big Boy in no time flat.
The second side of
Heavy holds a little promise. Cuts like “So-Lo” and “Fields
Of Sun” have some promise, but it is still underdeveloped. The
album’s instrumental closer, “Iron Butterfly Theme,” provides the
brightest ray of hope for this band, and serves as a small tease
for what was to come.
The funny thing is, if you listen to
Heavy and this is your first exposure to Iron Butterfly,
you’d never guess that this was the same band (more or less) that
would later that year release an album that would, for some time,
be the best selling album in Atlantic Records’s history. Yes,
Heavy charted well when it came out, but after 30 years, it
really is time someone called a spade a spade.
Heavy is a rather low-key, uninspired introduction to a band
that could do more than the disc proves. Fortunately for them,
their fifteen minutes of fame clock was about to start ticking.
