Jonmc Defends The Indefensible, Hevayweight Division. →[More:] Today I bring you a rotund lad from Texas born Marvin Aday. Dubbed 'Meat Loaf,' by his abusive father and blessed with a powerhouse set of pipes, Mr. Loaf first burst into the public consciousness as the
ill-fated greaser Eddie in the Rocky Horror Picture Show. Then, teaming up songwriter Jim Steinman, he eventually cut an album that gets next to zero respect from critics and cognoscenti, but somehow managed to sell roughly 80 bazillion copies. An album called
Bat Out Of Hell.
Fusing Steinman's teen-fantasy-gone-overboard lyrics to Meat's bellow was compelling enough, but they didn't stop there. The arragements and performances took Springsteen's overamping of Phil Spector's Wall Of Sound and then proceeded to push everything even further into the red zone, throwing in everything up to an including the kitchen sink. Yes, the album is cliche-packed to the point of bursting, but if you're a rock and roll fan, these are all the cliches you love. And Meat throws himself into it with such full-bore theatricality and energy that I can't help but dig the guy. And along with Leslie West from Mountain, he So here's a YouTube selection:
All Revved Up & No Place To Go. Teenage frustration on a meth-steroidal cocktail. The triple time end-portion never fails to get me spazzing around the room like an epileptic chimpanzee.
Paradise By The Dashboard Light. Hormonal frustration elevated to epic proportions, mainly due to Meat's slambang vocal interplay with Karla DeVito and Phil Rizzuto's best non-baseball contribution to culture.
Two Out Of Three Ain't Bad.. The kid can croon. Get yer hankies out. (Seriously, this is probably his best straightfaced vocal).
And, of course,
Bat Out Of Hell. If, like me, you're a sucker for full-bore excessive drama (and rock and roll is about emotions, and emotions are pretty damned excessive), this is Meat's masterpiece, the song where every stop in the universe is pulled out from the femal chorus, to multiple tempo changes, strategic power chords, the anthemic chorus, and a teenage death-lyric right out of the Shagri-La's playbook.
(and yeah, I realize these tunes are all overplayed, but they still have a place in my personal rock and roll pantheon)