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Mercurial - Asylum Street Spankers
Chris Gardner
2004-07-29

Spanks-a-lot Records 041

The Asylum Street Spankers have been attacking the American Songbook and battling the evil forces of eee-lectricity for ten years now. The Austin-based collective, which has seen seemingly dozens of players pass through its ranks, has always had a bawdy and irreverent sense of humor, but it once prided itself primarily on breathing life into old-timey music. Live gigs were unamped, and albums (like the exceptional Spanks for the Memories) were recorded on a single mic. With only three of the band's early members remaining (Christina Marrs, Whammo, and Stanley Smith) things have understandably changed over the years (like the sneaky mics at gigs). The all-acoustic sound, musicianship, and whimsy are all still here on Mercurial as is the nearly archeological ability to unearth unknown gems to cover, but the band is cheekier (leaning more toward parody than update) and more rarely plays it straight.

When they do play it straight, one is hard-pressed to find better revivalists. Two of the best come from Stanley Smith, whose clarinet is a highlight throughout the album. Ivory Joe Hunter's "Since I Met You Baby" and Taj Majal's "Going Up to the Country, Paint My Mailbox Blue" have likely never sounded better. Marrs' high-voiced "Shine On Harvest Moon" sticks to the script, but it's the bawdy "Sugar In My Bowl" that stands out. She has an astonishing voice that often hides behind gimmickry, but here its power and nuance are out front and undiluted. Less impressive but more fun is her take on Max Elder's "D.R.I.N.K." ("It takes a lot of steady drinking to keep me on the rails"), but beyond that the band is done playing it straight. Well, almost.

The Spankers pull out three full-blown gimmick covers. The first, a boogiefied, Stray Cats-ish take on the Beastie Boys' "Paul Revere" which finds Whammo uncharacteristically under-the-top, stalls out, choking on repetition. Black Flag's "TV Party" (recorded before Henry Rollins screamed all the whimsy out of the hardcore band) suits Whammo better and gives the band a chance to vocally and musically name check TV shows from "The Courtship of Eddie's Father" to "Love Boat" to "The Sopranos". Silly? Absolutely. Fun? Hell yeah.

The last of the gimmick covers is played, surprisingly, straight. When I was six years old, there was nothing cooler in the world than riding in the back of Scott Poteet's white Camaro with the T-tops off listening to cassette tapes. Zenyatta Mondatta, Q: Are We Not Men? A: We Are Devo, early Wings, and the self-titled debut from the B-52s. When the bass and harmonica on this record lay down the pulse to the b-52s "Dance This Mess Around," I am transported, and it is blissful. Is it a good song? Hell, I couldn't tell you. It's beside the point for me. All I can tell you is that I haven't had this much fun with a song or because of a song since my brother and I flubbed all the words to "Rock Lobster" in the back of that same Camaro. Pardon the self-indulgent tangent.

But speaking of self-indulgence...Some of the cheeky, wink-wink jokes on this record work. When "Digga Digga Doo" slides into the "Creature Cantina" theme from Star Wars, it works. When the boys bring the doo-wop behind Christina's "Got My Mojo Workin'," it's questionable. When Whammo launches into "Hick Hop" (the album's only original tune) the wheels fall off. Whammo seems the Spanker most likely to cross the line, whether it's the line of self-indulgence or of good taste. Here, he leaps into some bizarre and highly referential land few, even the cowboys with the woofers in the back of their Z71s, will want to visit.

Mercurial presents a band as dedicated to making you laugh as it is to the largely forgotten material it adores. Sure some of the jokes are clunkers. Sure some of it is self-indulgent crap, but no band does what the Spankers do as well as they do it. It's all secondary to me anyway. I'm in the back of a Camaro doing the Aqua Velva.

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