Among the mightily multifarious
singer-composer-multi-instrumentalist Dan WestÕs many guises is this latest incarnation as
dÕAnimal. WestÕs new lÕOgic album is a ÐÐ typically for him ÐÐ tasty batch of pop goodies which have the added
benefit of being high in musical nutrition. West played all or most of the instruments on the album, with help from his LoveyDove
bandmate Azalia Snail on soul vocals, harmonica and percussion; Ron Blake on trumpet and fluegel horn; Chris Tristram, bass and guitar, and Dan Potruch on drums.
l'Ogic is as good a compendium of pop music as has been
released this year or about any other year, and a good example of the power of genuine musical originality to really
shake things up. Meanwhile, West says he thinks his new songs might Òwring in a new era of sexual explorationÓ for these
oppressive and restrictive times, and thatÕs because heÕs got a thematic thing coursing through the tracks, concerning love,
relationships and raw lust in their many-splendored aspects way high and down low; these pithy themes interpolate other lyrical matters
having to do with an artistÕs daily struggle to survive the music-biz hustle while keeping his head held high and so forth.
Opener ÒHear It (Creeping Down The Alley)Ó and the driving, thrashy ÒShe Knows SomeoneÓ are upbeat and
peppy and a lot of fun, obviously, but if you dig a bit they contain a lot of what we used to call substance. The substance in WestÕs songs never comes at
the expense of the musical pleasure, and it comes in numerous ways. For example, the harmonic content, i.e., the chords and their progressions, well, itÕs not
just how to use a great chord in a great progression, itÕs knowing precisely where and when to place it. YouÕll hear that in ÒGemma & I,Ó a Ô70s-airy vibe that turns Steely
Dan and ÒMidnight at the OasisÓ inside out and further jazzes Ôem up with trŽs cool ÔTron shades and kinda suave organ solo, all to fantastically open and optimistic effect.
ÒCountry HouseÓ is super-catchy even as it intriguingly tickles the twisted melodic strains of the Zombies and, I donÕt know, Peter and Gordon? Other arcane sounds, however,
lightly drizzle the song with mysticism, so perhaps the point is that West understands how the best pop song might tickle the memory and defy your expectations at the same time.
Dan West is like a kid in the candy store of his own creativity; the possibilities are endless, and catchy doesnÕt quite capture
how these songs will sear your brain and heart not just with their painterly precision of tonality but for the obvious joy in their making. Unfettered imagination shades and
colors the interwoven guitars, keyboards and multitracked vocals of ÒMan In NoHo,Ó a tale of contemporary crisis juxtaposing pastoral flutes and acoustic guitars
like progressive rock circa Õ72. ÒSignal PathÓ and ÒHer Wicked GraceÓ are new wavy as a device, referencing XTC, maybe, by improving the pop form and its rocking
beats with advanced harmonic/melodic material and left-field middle 8s darting in from unusual angles. ÒRetrofissionÓ is drum ÔnÕ bass mixed with melodic vocals,
a minefield of electronic effects and an excellent jazzy e-piano solo.
Whereas love tune ÒLila LydiaÓ is an easy loping stroll ˆ la Kinks/Beatles/LovinÕ Spoonful, and boasting yet another just primo twin-guitar solo,
the trackÕs inclusion hardly represents any clarion call for reviving rock & roll or whatever. As with the rest of lÕOgic, itÕs about how thi dÕAnimal gives a clean wash
to classic popÕs required basic elements, shuffles them with such resourceful intelligence and
taste, and presents the results of his efforts with such palpable glee.
ÐÐ John Payne