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Friday, April 22, 2022

Clutch - X-Ray Visions



Having seen Clutch threes times I should probably give them a little more love before moving on. After the first two times I saw Clutch live; opening for Black Label Society and then opening for Ozzy Osbourne; the only album of theirs I became familiar with was “Blast Tyrant.” Because of that and television shows like “The Walking Dead” I was naturally familiar with songs like “The Regulator” and “Ghost.” However, in years past, the single Clutch song that I have come to know best must be “X-Ray Visions” from their 2015 album “Psychic Warfare.”

A couple years prior, during a roundtable session, one of my hard rock friends played the music video for “X-Ray Visions” and it was a hit with the room, song and video. This singular event ushered “X-Ray Visions” steadfastly into my algorithm playlists, because I swim with the current in those rivers, the unavoidable ending result is it became the first Clutch song I proper memorized.

The second Clutch song I have properly memorized is “Earth Rocker,” I hope superior Clutch fans approve with my initial happenstance.

What to say about “X-Ray Visions?” Well, my same hard rock friend, has concluded before that Neil Fallon was his favorite lyricist, and it is easy to point to “X-Ray Visions” for supporting argumentation to this point. “X-Ray Visions” appears to be the ramblings of an agent involved in the military’s paranormal efforts. The words are appropriately psychedelic, as it is not entirely clear if this agent is experiencing a drug induced delusion or legitimate physic madness. The chorus tells us the narrator certainly believes it is or real.

“Telekinetic dynamite! Psychic warfare is real!
You better believe me, brother, x-ray vision!
Telekinetic prophetic dynamite! Psychic warfare is real!
I know what you're thinking sister, x-ray vision!”


So that’s fun. Think “The Men Who Stare at Goats” only now as a badass hard rock song. I really enjoyed the movie “The Men Who Stare at Goats,” and I always knew it was based on true events, but I did not realize until just now that the book is one hundred precent non-fiction, which makes me curious the depths of insanity the American Military explored in their efforts to out class the Soviet Union in impossible warfare tactics. Insane or no, it is a very interesting and fun, I would like to know more. Also, great content for a rock song.

Hastily returning to the lyrical strength of Fallon’s, I am very fond of the verse:

“Next thing that I did was tap out Morse code,
With a wooden nickel on the receiver of the phone,
Before I could complete it, I was quickly overtaken,
By the angry spirits of Ronald and Nancy Reagan.”


Who in the world would ever think to include the spirits of the Reagans in a song about the failed attempts at the USA’s physic warfare? Neil Fallon apparently is the answer. As fun, and crafty as that is, I think the adjective that is most appropriate is “bold.” It may not be revolutionary to have a rock superficially about this topic, but this is coming from the same creative brain of a man who has written at least four songs about driving motor vehicles in outer space. Why not? Most people would ask why, but being so bold Fallon does not seem to hesitate.

There is mention of consulting horoscopes in the first verse and this is returned to later during the bridge when Fallon introduces the band by their, presumably real life, astrological symbols. And hey, apparently Fallon and I are both Scorpios, which means nothing. Fun times though.

Go.

I believe my hard rock friends favorite lyric is the final words on the third verse:

“With every day that passes it keeps on getting stranger,
But that really doesn't bother me cause I get off on the danger.”

Hard to argue with that not being the best line in the song “X-Ray Visions.” It might also be the most intensely hard rock lyric ever written in any hard rock song ever. I am not sure. I am not an expert. Just some random dude on the internet rambling about good music (don’t expect too much).

Seeing Clutch live recently was a great way of getting out again after being couped up for so long. Tonight, April 22nd, I am going to go see Beast in Black, so that should help turn things around for me. Perhaps I will find the motivation to get this blog back on it’s old schedule. We will have to wait and see. I guess the point of this final paragraph is to express my gratitude to Clutch for the rocking the house, always, and giving us songs that are nothing but highly imaginative.

- King of Braves

Saturday, April 9, 2022

Clutch - Earth Rocker



I have seen Clutch live three times now. I saw them open for Black Label Society at the Big Four Building; I saw them open of Ozzy Osbourne at the Saddledome; and just recently I saw Clutch play The Palace. There are only so many bands I have seen live three times or more, generally it is a sign that I really like this band, so after so many years of not talking about Clutch, they are overdue for me to tell random strangers online to listen to them.

It is important to be honest, so I shall be perfectly so. Though it is embarrassing to admit this, despite seeing Clutch kick ass live before, twice, and hanging out with friends who frequently played Clutch songs, including multiple listens to “Blast Tyrant” on vinyl, my knowledge of Clutch was abysmal this entire time. One of the moments I enjoyed the most at The Palace for Clutch was this hard rock woman standing in front of me knowing all the words for four or five songs in a row and getting everyone around her to join in; and I could not; I did not know the words. I felt like I let her, and Clutch, down. This third concert, and that moment has pushed me to start giving Clutch the attention they deserve.

My favorite single moment of Clutch on April 1st, was “Earth Rocker.”

Presumably, I have heard “Earth Rocker” before, but I cannot recall. Because of my casual fan nature of Clutch previously, I may have missed this track altogether. But when I heard “Earth Rocker” live just recently, it was so bad ass that it will stay with me for the rest of my life. I had several moments like this at that concert but “Earth Rocker” more than any other.

The energy in a song like “Earth Rocker” is perfect for a rock concert, so that alone won me over, but the joy of seeing a meta value is the lyrics is always appreciated. Understand what these lines mean when say live:

“If you're going do it,
Do it live on stage, or don't do it at all.
If you're going do it,
You better take it to the stage, or don't do it at all.”


Right? After the quarantine, this was the first live song I have seen, so that lyric popped out at me.

But I would be lying if I pretend any line as easy to latch onto other than this one:

“BUUUUUUAAAH
HHHHAHAHAHAHAH
HAHAHAHAHAHHAHA
AHAHAHHAHAHAHAHA
AHAHHAHAHAHAHAHAH
HAHAHAHAHHAHAHAHA!”


This perfectly delivered roar(?) follows the perfect cock rock chorus:

“I'm an earth rocker!
Everybody hear me now?
I'm an earth rocker!
Everybody get the message?”


Remembering that Clutch’s frontman Neil Fallon was written at least four songs about driving vehicles in outer space, I do not feel it is inappropriate of me to interpret “Earth Rocker” as an extension of that science fiction and presume that this is Neil explaining to non-earthlings what our rock and roll is all about.

Right? Everybody got the message? Then it only makes sense to bellow a good human exclamation after. Perfect song writing really.

Not every song needs to be poetry, but pure rock and roll like “Earth Rocker” and most Clutch songs are highly creative and bold in both design and lyric which gives a weirdo like me a lot to take in; and I appreciate that.

So, thank you Clutch for being road warriors and playing Calgary, Alberta, Canada. And my apologizes for not listening more sooner, fortunately the only person disadvantaged by my foolishness was me. No more of that, next time I am one-hundred percent going to be ready to sing along with “Earth Rocker” and hopefully I will earn that hard rock woman’s respect. It is good to have goals.

- King of Braves