Published on Mar 24, 1999
I have just discovered the best weapon against drug use. First,
sit your kids down – no, make that tie them down. Then, pull out
Jerusalem, the final release from stoner rockers Sleep, and
put it on full volume. Let it play for all 52 minutes, eight
seconds, while you scoot yourself out the door and go to Starbucks
for a triple mocha latte. When you get back, tell your kids that
what they just heard is the result of using drugs.
I guarantee, if radio started playing this song as a favor to
the anti-drug campaigns, the Betty Ford Center would be turning
people away by the carload.
Jerusalem is a one-song album, obviously written under the
influence of drugs (why else would they put a bong – good grief, is
that made with an
avocado?!? – on the back cover?), and apparently can only be
enjoyed under the influence of drugs. Listening to this makes me
real happy that I gave up drinking four months ago. I used to
berate bands like Hawkwind for putting out crap like this, but this
album makes
Space Ritual Live, the previous album in the Pierce Memorial
Archives I called the worst in the collection, look like “Stairway
To Heaven”.
The band – drummer Chris Hakius, bassist/vocalist Al Cisneros,
guitarist Matt Pike, and “visual flight” (guess that means he
supplied the weed) Dooug Ebright – make no apologies for their love
of, aah, a good smoke: “Drop out of life with bong in hand / Follow
the smoke toward the riff filled land.” Christ, even Bob Marley –
who practiced a religion that treated marajuana as a sacrament –
never went off the deep end and wrote an hour-long, one-chord ode
to his love for ganja.
How bad is their devotion to hemp? Put it this way: they make
Cheech & Chong look like Sunday school teachers. ‘Nuff
said.
It takes almost three minutes for the full band to join in on
the first movement of “Jerusalem” – a song that almost continually
drones on in a D chord. If you’re looking for variety, believe me,
you’ve chosen the wrong album. It’s not until about the halfway
point that Cisneros starts to really play his bass… and, omigod!
–
a chord change
!!! (Guess the fire in the bong must have gone out around this
point.)
By the time that Pike and Cisneros start doing anything
interesting with their instruments, the damage has been done – kind
of like swatting a fly with a Cadillac. Unless you’re hopped up on
a pretty good trip yourself, you will have screamed in terror,
smashed the disc, and run out of your house in a frenzy after only
ten minutes. (See? I knew I should be getting combat pay – hell, I
should be getting
any type of pay – for doing this job!)
Jerusalem is an album that sat on the shelves of London
Records for over a year. They obviously knew what they were doing –
and I want the head of the poor soul that let this one out of the
vaults. It sucks. Avoid it. Remember the words of Nancy Reagan:
“Just say no.” One wishes that the members of Sleep had taken that
to heart.