I've written about every original-era Iron Butterfly, except for the
big one. For my prelude to the Ball album, I wrote the following:
Iron Butterfly. Sigh. Was there ever a group with more commercial potential, and then just fell off the face of the Earth? Maybe, but this band has to be at least in that conversation. In-A-Gadda-Da-Vida wasn't just a good seller, it was a major blockbuster - the album that put album rock on the map. And it was highly influential to boot. One can hear the early Krautrock and UK Vertigo groups taking a page directly from it. They were, in effect, crowned to be America's own Led Zeppelin - a band that opened for them, before ultimately the other way around.
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And then I went on to describe why Iron Butterfly weren't meant for the big time. So now we tackle the album that sent the group through the stratosphere. They weren't a one hit wonder in the traditional sense, which is usually saved for singles and the like. When I started hitting the used bins in early 1984, most of the record store owners had to say something about everything I bought - for some unknown and annoying reason (aged druggies in reality). Such as Focus' Moving Waves. "We used to get stoned during the yodeling parts...". In general, the reaction I received for albums I brought to the counter were "what the hell is that anyway?". Oftentimes I didn't know either - it looked cool so thought I'd try it out. Usually for less than three bucks (today some are going for $500 or more you Einsteins). But there were two bands that received outright derision from these clowns. One was Grand Funk Railroad (which I will still defend) and... Iron Butterfly. Especially this album. Constant references to what a joke it was. Not good music like - I dunno - The Band or Bruce Springsteen. Yea, OK. I'll make my own decisions, thank you. I always marched to my own drummer anyway (so to speak haha in this case), so other's opinions didn't matter much to me at age 19. Still don't nearly 40 years later.
I always liked the first side. In some ways it's similar to Brainticket's Cottonwood Hill. I love those first two tracks and would die to hear more like it. But the focus is always on the 30 minute Brainticket suite. Same for In-A-Gadda-Da-Vida. All the songs are good - much better than the short form tracks on Heavy or Ball. So they improved in this way too. One wonders what would have happened had they just stuck with the single version of the title track, and added four or five more songs like it. Would have the album been more well received today? Would have it been as monumental as it was in its day? I think the answer to the first question is yes, and the second a big no.
The old-timers will tell you the truth - there just wasn't anything like this in 1968. I was all of 3 when this came out, so I cannot tell you a thing about its impact real time. But I am a student of history and it becomes clear that one must have context when listening to it. And do not kid yourself - if you don't think young Germans and Englishmen were tuned deep into this, then you're not serious. One can hear the embryonic form of Krautrock very clearly. And so did all those bands in the British underground.
About midway through the 6 minute mark comes the famous drum solo. Now if you can take anything away from my ramblings on this blog, you will have noted I hate drum solos. To me they are the biggest waste of recording space ever. I love this drum solo. It is a work of art. He's not spazzing out like an overly caffeinated zoo animal bashing on whatever he can find. Yea, I've sat through plenty of Neil Peart's drum solos at Rush concerts. Ron Bushy wins. Maybe not on technical points, but on enjoyable points. And - oh by the way - it ends at the 9 minute mark. A whopping two and a half minutes of solo time, big deal. Then comes in the haunting organ. Like early Tangerine Dream or Mythos - or Pink Floyd. Yea, your cherished gods Pink Floyd were listening too. Everyone was, that's the point of this review. Then comes the guitar. It just oozes psychedelic atmosphere. How about checking out what they're doing at the 13 minute mark. Seriously? You're going to declare this album is no big deal?
And here we are in 2023, and people are still talking like the record store guys in 1984. No hope for mankind I guess.
Ownership: CD: 1995 Atlantic / Rhino. I like this release. The CD cover features a Lenticular image and is quite cool. This CD also features a live version of the title track performed way too fast with
now the drums becoming annoying, but sure why not? It's the live experience. Also includes the single version.
MC: 1982 ATCO. Acquired at a garage sale (2024).
1984; 6/23/06; 9/15/23 (new entry)