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$17.99 CD
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PATRICK CROWLEY & JORGE SOCARRAS
Catholic
(Macro)
"Memory Fails Me"
"Eddie Go to My Head"
At first glance, the combined winding histories and music of disco and Hi-NRG pioneer Patrick Cowley and Jorge Socarras seem to mirror that of their contemporary, Arthur Russell. Cowley grew up in Buffalo, NY and moved to the free-spirited San Francisco where he befriended Socarras (the future vocalist of Indoor Life), also from New York -- both men students of visual art and electronic music composition, and gay. The two began this studio collaboration as Catholic in the mid-'70s, recording an album's worth of tracks that shared elements with the likes of Suicide, Gary Numan and Brian Eno, and predated the minimal electro-rock/new wave sounds of Anne Clark, Depeche Mode and Yaz. Even with guest spots from a few players in Sylvester's group, it was a far cry from the synth-heavy disco productions that Cowley was becoming known for -- he soon joined Sylvester's studio band and went on to have a hand in many dance hits -- and would be turned down by his then label, Megatone. The Catholic tapes would sit in a San Fran basement for 30 years, never fully seeing the light of day until now.
It's a shame, as this is some of the best gay avant-rock that I've ever heard. Similar to Arthur Russell, Socarras' emotional vocal delivery and lyrics reflect the sexually charged world of the late-'70s, but replace Russell's tender moments with something more aggressive, biting and agitated. Tracks like "Burn Brighter Flame," a cover of Donovan's "Hurdy Gurdy Man" and "You Laugh at My Face" -- which tells a story of ridicule, longing and unreturned desire -- are carried by pulsing analog synthesizers, sparse drum machines and the occasional guitar. There are also a few moments that are a little more punk-influenced -- songs like "I Never Want to Fall in Love" and "Cars Collide," that latter reminding me of Adam Ant's "Car Trouble." And there's also a pointed quirkiness to some of the lyrics; my favorite track, "Robot Children," contains verses like: "You say that you love women, you say that you love men, you like to think, that us is just like them" and "you once were into disco, but now you're into rock, you lived in San Francisco, but now you're in New York."
Cowley died early in the 1980s at the dawn of the AIDS era, further cementing his status as the brilliant and tragic outsider. It goes without saying that it's truly a shame that so much queer talent has been lost through the years, but in this age of the reissue, it's beautiful at least to have the chance discover the more personal and creative side of many forgotten artists who were under-appreciated, misunderstood or virtually unnoticed during their lifetimes, finding their place behind the scenes or behind the boards in helping other artists reach the masses. The Catholic album is yet another example of a great lost piece of work that was not understood at the time, but to a new generation of listeners it plays like a blueprint for the post-punk, no wave, new wave, and art-rock genres that would develop in the years to follow. One of the most inspiring and magnetic reissues I heard this year. [DG]
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