The King is dead, love live the Queen
Chuck Berry – The Definitive Collection (Geffen/Chess, 2006)
Regarding his musical accomplishments, Chuck Berry was your average humble Midwesterner. To quote the dearly departed’s 1987 autobiography: “My view remains that I do not deserve all the reward directed on my account for the accomplishments credited to the rock ‘n’ roll bank of music.” Let the record — this greatest hits package in particular — show how wrong his self-effacing ways were. Rock wasn’t born from Elvis’ hip-shaking appropriations, rather a 29-year-old black man from St. Louis who attended cosmetology school before the guitar saved him from a life of hair dressing. From 1955 to 1959 he cranked out nearly 30 iconic singles that punched a hole in the future, revolutionizing American popular music by meshing blues swagger with country’s humorous storytelling to lay the foundation for everything that followed. He taught Lennon and McCartney how to write, and Jimi Hendrix learned to chop down mountains by listening to “Johnny B. Goode.” Prince’s red corvette can’t keep up with Maybellene’s coupe de ville, and Berry’s cross-racial appeal in the era of segregation is why we don’t bat an eye when Beyoncé does the same. Eighteen of these songs still roll Beethoven off a cliff. Eleven are minor miracles in their own right. The other is “My Ding-A-Ling.” C’est la vie, for the brown eyed handsome man. GRADE: A+
Key Tracks: “Brown Eyed Handsome Man” / “Roll Over Beethoven” / “You Never Can Tell”
Little Richard – The Georgia Peach (Specialty, 1991)
Never forget the first great showman to promote the devil’s music en masse is the gay son of a deacon whose signature song was a blatant reference to homosexual sex. But a line as obvious as “Tutti Frutti / good booty” was never going to fly during the closeted era of Eisenhower, so history will remember the neutered but just as infectious rewrite, “Aw, rooty.” That was Richard Penniman’s first charting single, released in October 1955 by Specialty Records, the label for which he recorded his most vital work. This 25-track best-of is sequenced chronologically up to 1959’s “Whole Lotta Shakin” and never lets up during its taught 57-minute run time. What Richard lacked in songwriting chops (he’s no Chuck Berry) he countered with visceral feeling and raw, uncontainable power. His fire breathing howl of a voice turns each of these anthems into tent pole revivals, and an obsession with driving, forceful brevity lays the groundwork for the punk rock of the future. Richard’s patented formula has become standard issue and replicated by the likes of Robert Plant, Axl Rose, Nicki Minaj and Young Thug — hedonism and the ways of the flesh above all. “A-wop-bop-a-loo-bop-a-wop-bam-boom!” remains utter nonsense, and that’s the point. Check your I.Q. at the door. Have some damn fun. GRADE: A
Key Tracks: “Long Tall Sally” / “Tutti Frutti” / “Lucille”