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When the rock world got together in 1992 to celebrate the life of Queen singer Freddy Mercury, Extreme were, in my humble opinion of the time, the highlight of the show. Not, I hasten to add, because I loved Extreme and wanted to see them, but because they blew everybody else off the stage. “That guy,” I said to people at the time, referring to singer Gary Cherone’s onstage attire, “will single handedly bring spats back into style.” Extreme were riding high at the time, two-years after their breakthrough album, Extreme II: Pornograffitti (A Funked Up Fairy Tale), and it wasn’t absurd to imagine Extreme breaking through to the next level, into the pantheon of huge rock acts.

Alas, it was not to be and by 1996 Extreme had split and singer Cherone was fronting an ill-advised version of Van Halen, having replaced Sammy Hagar in that particular piece of disfunction.

Twenty-five years after the release of Extreme II, Universal Music has given the album the remastering treatment, giving us a chance to re-examine the Funked Up Fairy Tale. On closer inspection, and the lens of time, it turns out Extreme II: Pornograffitti (A Funked Up Fairy Tale) is a better album than I remembered it.

I don’t remember, for example, it fading in with a little piano interlude over a rainfall backdrop, starting off with a hint of The Who’s Love Reign O’er Me before Decadence Dance kicks things seriously into gear at about 1:30. I don’t remember either the almost jazzy When I First Kissed You, Cherone crooning more than belting it out. As well Song for Love, both very melodic and slightly anthemic, didn’t immediately come to mind upon hearing it. The thing is, they’re not just forgotten songs, they’re all excellent, giving the album some different sounds, different flavours throughout. Even Cherone’s hippity-hop routine in When I’m President works well and sounds good.

Then there’s the stuff you do remember: “He turned me on to how funky rock ‘n’ roll can be,” guitarist and songwriter Nuno Buttencourt says of guitar legend Pat Travers. Travers adds a vocal to Get The Funk Out, an appropriate homage, as Get the Funk Out is one of the funkiest hard rock songs you’ll ever hear. Hole Hearted is a Bettencourt gem, my longtime favourite off this album and it holds up spectacularly.

Then there’s More Than Words. You’ll remember it, a lovely romantic ballad that was everywhere for a year or two. Turns out though, while it’s still lovely, it’s hardly romantic. A closer inspection and you realize, not simply a lovey dovey song:

Saying I Love You
Is not the words I want to hear from you
It’s not that I want you not to say,
but if you only knew
How easy it would be to show me how you feel

Shut Up and Show Me wouldn’t be an inappropriate title, although it might have sold a few less records. No, More Than Words isn’t a romantic ballad, it’s an extraordinary vocal song, once again different than the rest of the album, just in this case, the best song on the album. Possibly the best song of 1990.

As always with these remasters, there is a Deluxe Edition that features bonus material. In this case, it’s an extra disk, that features some interesting snippets. A couple of b-sides, a radio edit of More Than Words. But beyond that, some alternate mixes of More Than Words prove beyond a shadow of a doubt it’s a pretty vocal song that works very nicely regardless of accompaniment – even with nothing but a conga drum – and are worth a listen. And Get the Funk Out (What The Funk? Mix) is a straighter up rock version of the song that gives you a hint of what the song may have been, and shows how versatile Extreme’s rhythm section was.

I can honestly say, I’ve been enjoying both the original album and the bonus material these past few weeks. Extreme II: Pornograffitti (A Funked Up Fairy Tale) is well worth revisiting.

Disc One

1. Decadence Dance
2. Li’l Jack Horny
3. When I’m President
4. Get the Funk Out
5. More Than Words
6. Money (In God We Trust)
7. It (‘s A Monster)
8. Pornograffitti
9. When I First Kissed You
10. Suzi (Wants Her All Day What?)
11. He-Man Woman Hater
12. Song For Love
13. Hole Hearted

Disc Two

1. More Than Words (Remix)
2. Nice Place to Visit (Single B-Side)
3. More Than Words (Edit)
4. Decadence Dance (Edit)
5. Money (In God We Trust) (Edit)
6. More Than Words (Non Percussion Version)
7. Get the Funk Out (What The Funk? Mix)
8. More Than Words (A Cappella With Congas)
9. Get The Funk Out (12″ Remix)
10. Sex N’ Love (Single B-Side)

Record Release, Review A Funked Up Fairy Tale, Extreme, Freddy Mercury, Get the Funk Out, Hole Hearted, More Than Words, Pat Travers, Pornograffitti, Queen

The Golden Globes are on last night, and while I have no interest in murdering a perfectly good Sunday night in this particular fashion, millions do watch. This year, the Globes were hosted, as seems they always are, by Tina Fey and Amy Poehler. As usual, they took pokes and jabs at some of the bigger stories making the rounds, and as usual they are treated as if what they do is brave.

“… the two also veered into potentially more dangerous waters when they took aim at comedian Bill Cosby,” writes The National Post’s Chris Knight. Yes, that’s right, on the same day millions marched in France to show defiance to Muslim terrorists, stale old Bill Cosby jokes are what Hollywood considers “dangerous.” Hell, Bill Cosby rape jokes are so de rigueur, Bill Cosby made one last week. But Poehler and Fey veer into “dangerous waters,” when they make one.

On the same week as Charlie Hebdo you know what would be dangerous, a Muhammad joke. But that’s the point. In the land of make believe, even the courage is fake.

Uncategorized Amy Poehler, Charlie Hebdo, Golden Globes, Tina Fey

Kanye West, aka Mr Kim Kardashian and former Beatle Paul McCartney recorded a song together, the newly released single Only One. Shockingly, to some anyway, some of West’s fans don’t have a clue who this McCartney kid is. They took to Twitter to express their ignorance. One, for instance, read, “… Kanye is going to give this man (McCartney) a career w/ this new song!!” Yet another offered, “Kanye has a great ear for talent. This Paul McCartney guy gonna be huge.” Even better than those two, is this one: “who tf is paul mccartney???!??! this is why i love kanye for shining light on unknown artists.” Haha, silly kids, think Paul McCartney is an unknown artist, tee-hee. Good fun &tc., but who really expects kids to know 72-year old musicians? Who really expects hip-hop fans to be all that familiar with a guy who played rock music 40-50-years ago?

Generation narcissism, that’s who. The baby boomers assume because they love Paul McCartney, everybody must know who he is. Suddenly twitter was alive with mocking, these poor kids the target of supposedly mature adults. The tone of the comments were, how stupid do you have to be not to know Paul McCartney? The generation who taught these kids grammar, are shocked they aren’t up on their 1967-pop culture.

And yes, I’m old enough to be surprised that somebody wouldn’t know who Paul McCartney is, but why should I be surprised? I wouldn’t have known who Al Jolson was in 1976. Frank Sinatra was an old guy who was sometimes on TV, Dean Martin’s friend. What should be surprising is when you see some kid in a Beatles or Led Zeppelin t-shirt, not that some kids have no idea who those artists are.

But surprised too many of these people are. That says far more about them than it does the kids.

Uncategorized Kanye West, Paul McCartney

Seriously, that’s the question the Sun put to it’s readers? as if they don’t know the answer already. Of course they bloody should. But at least it’s better than last time, when they offered a self-serving piece of cowardice on their front page in lieu of journalism. If they had stepped up then, along with the Star, the Globe and Mail, the National Post, The New York Times, and &tc. ad infinitum, instead of hiding behind such an obvious falsehood, instead of leaving the Western Standard and Charlie Hedbo to go it alone, then perhaps the cartoonist and editorial staff of Charlie Hedbo would be alive today.

And back when us mere hacks and amateurs where drawing Muhammad for Everybody Draw Muhammad Day, on the premise that they can’t kill us all, where was Andy Donato? Doodling his own hand like he gave us today? Freely practicing his speech about joining the fight, while leaving the rest of us to, you know, actually fight.

The sooner these media outlets are dead and gone, the better. They really are useless when it matters.

At least, however, The Sun has Ezra on the payroll.

Related: Somedays I think to myself, what does Kathy Shaidle really think? Today would not be one of those days.

Media doesn't matter Everybody Draw Mohammed Day