Having been familiar with Blue Oyster Cult since the 80s, I
have long wondered why they were so under appreciated. Surely, they had their
day in the sun with 70s classics such as “Don’t Fear the Reaper,” “Godzilla” as
well as 80s’ favorites “Shooting Shark” and “Burnin’ for You.” But in a scene
reminiscent of something out of “This is Spinal Tap” there was a band shakeup
sometime around their album “Fire of Unknown Origin” and only lead guitarist
Buck Dharma and lead singer/guitarist Eric Bloom remained into the mid 80s.
This could be why a wonderful album of theirs, “Club Ninja,”
was overlooked at the time of issue in 1986 and remains underappreciated to
this day in 2014. Having seen Blue Oyster Cult several times in recent years,
most recently at Slim’s in San Francisco on February 1, 2014, the band
continues to dip back into this album, playing on this occasion “Dancin’ in the
Ruins,” a nice little number with some easy sing-along choruses for the crowd
at this cozy concert venue. Other times at Slim’s, BOC has played “Perfect
Water” with interesting wordplay such as “Do you know Jacques Cousteau when
they said on the radio | That he hears bells in random order, deep beneath the
perfect water?”
But perhaps the most overlooked song on this disc is the
rocking tune “Beat ‘Em Up.” With an ethereal guitar opening that begins in the
right channel and quickly shifts to the left channel, the listener has the
sensation that she has been buzzed by some spacecraft from outer space. With
lines like “We’ll stop sockin’ when you start rockin’ | You don’t give up you
just give in.” BOC recalls the menace of 70s cult classics “Seven Screaming Diz
Busters” and “Dominance and Submission.”
Perhaps considered too long in the tooth by Reaganite kids
weaned on the likes of Gun ‘n’ Roses and Metallica and its own audience
probably having moved onto to something more easy listening in Bruce
Springsteen or U2, Blue Oyster Cult gave it the old college try in any event. But
the band was never one to get caught up in fashion trends or the weight of
popular culture given its commentary in lyrics saying, “That was 20 years ago
and this ain't the Summer of Love.” Have no fear of these reapers—merry they
are and not at all grim—as they continue to make their living in the 500-seat
concert halls, county fairs and Indian casinos across this fair land. And all
the while selling T-shirts emblazoned with their undying declaration of “On
tour forever”!
-Derek Handova
Appreciative Listener
Appreciative Listener
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