Published on Jun 11, 2004
(Editor’s Note: A slightly different version of this review
first appeared in the November 12, 1996 edition of On The Town
magazine.)
Kick back for a second and let the music hit you… the
pulsating bass, the pounding drums, the playful tinkle on the
ivories, the wild-animal cries from the leather-pantsed,
sweaty-maned singer, and-and-what the hell is that thing that
sounds like a cross between an electric guitar and a howitzer?
Welcome to Circus Van Halen, where never-before-heard feats of
electric guitar derring-do are summoned up with deliberate,
repeated, stunning ease. Feast on the chiming chord shifts and
monstrously fat chorus riffs of “Ain’t Talkin’ ‘Bout Love”; let
your eardrums savor the band’s driving, thrashing, ecstatic take on
the Kinks’ classic “You Really Got Me”; step back in awe at the
sheer savagery with which the band attacks the opener “Runnin’ With
The Devil”; cackle with glee at the sassy lyric and effortless
virtuosity of “I’m The One,” or the lounge-y Vegas start and
blistering hard rock finish of “Ice Cream Man.”
Trace the impossibly cool flying VH symbol into a homemade
poster (for this part it helps a lot to be 15 years old and male).
Marvel at the pioneering, fretboard-hammering, string-bending,
tone-melding style that has made Eddie Van Halen one of the
most-imitated guitar heroes in rock and roll history. Finally,
stand back in wonder and absorb the awesomeness that is Eddie’s
“Eruption”-a simple two-minute solo statement on the guitar,
straight out of the gate: here’s my best, I dare you to top it.
It’s been 26 years, and no one has-not even Eddie.
Of course, time has taken a toll on the band. Heavy metal is,
after all, typically a young man’s sport, even allowing for the
mainstream pop-metal leanings Van Halen has opted for ever since
the band’s second album (previewed here on “Jamie’s Cryin'”). And
the ghost of old Leatherpants David Lee Roth-one of the biggest
buffoons in rock history-still swirls around almost two decades
after his first tenure as the group’s frontman ended and six years
after the brief, abortive reunion the original lineup attempted.
Eddie and company are carrying on now, of course, reuniting with VH
mark II singer Sammy Hagar, he of the shaggy mane and cliched
lyrics.
But as this once-great band continues its slow fade into
history, let’s stop and appreciate for just a moment this
smashingly original, powerhouse debut and the way it forever
reshaped the landscape of hard rock-not to mention the repertoire
of an entire nation of air-guitar players.