Published on Apr 18, 2006
I knew that I was potentially in for trouble when,
after offering to review Victim Of Love, the 1979 disco
effort from Elton John, Grand Poobah the 2nd Jason called in a
priest to administer last rites to me.
It would be too easy to sit back and take more
potshots at this album than anything Kevin Federline threatens to
release. It would be too easy to just slap an “F” on this disc,
product unheard, and declare it to be not only totally
unlistenable, but also possibly a violation of the Geneva
Convention’s rules of torture for it to have ever seen release as a
compact disc.
In fact, I’m not gonna do that. Anyone who’s followed
this site knows I’ve never been afraid to tackle the time-bombs
encased in vinyl. I’ve survived Tales From Topographic
Oceans. I’ve survived Ringo Starr’s I Wanna Be Santa
Claus. Getting through just over 35 minutes of disco music
(with almost zero segues between the tracks) should be a piece of
cake.
Oh, make no mistake, this album is pretty bad,
indeed. But if one tries to place themselves in John’s shoes around
1979, they’d see that John was an artist in decline sales-wise. His
last hit, “Sorry Seems To Be The Hardest Word,” had come back in
1976 off his Blue Moves album. His follow-up release, A
Single Man, contained no hit singles. Add to that the fact that
disco was at its commercial peak, and one could almost forgive John
for jumping on the disco bandwagon and trying to regain some of his
audience. (Hell, Ethel Merman released a disco album, for God’s
sake.)
In a sense, the attempt was partially successful,
with the title track landing at 31 on the Billboard pop singles
chart, and the album in the top 50. But that doesn’t necessarily
mean the material is worth your time and effort.
John himself barely seems to be able to keep any
interest in the material put in front of him. (Does he even play
keyboards on this one? I show no listing in the liner notes of him
playing piano, nor do I remember hearing any piano on this one.)
Whoever thought that John was a natural for covering Chuck Berry’s
“Johnny B. Goode” deserves to be horse-whipped; while not a total
embarrassment, this one is just plain wrong. (In John’s defense,
Judas Priest didn’t fare any better.)
Likewise, tracks such as “Born Bad,” “Warm Love In A
Cold World” and “Spotlight” aren’t patently bad per se, but there
just seems to be a lack of real interest from the parties involved
— and if they ain’t into what they’re playin’, there’s no reason
you should be. Interesting that Keith Forsey is credited with drums
on this disc — I’d have sworn it was a machine providing the
syncopated beats.
There is only one real failure on Victim Of
Love — “Street Boogie,” a track that I will admit made me want
to claw my eardrums out. Yet John was able to follow up that turkey
with the sole success on this one — namely, the title track.
Granted, I still can’t say the disco beat works on this one, but
something tells me that if it had been removed, this could have
been a bonafide hit for John. (I haven’t forgotten that it did
indeed chart.)
In fact, one could almost argue that many of these
songs, had they been given the pop touch without the disco blahs
and with audible piano work from John, could have made for a
stronger album. I almost would like to see what John could do with
one or two of these songs in this day and age.
Victim Of Love could well be John’s most
vilified release of his career, and it is indeed a low point for
the original piano man (all apologies to Billy Joel). It’s more of
a period piece, albeit a musical period that some would say is best
left forgotten. If taken in the musical scene context that it was
recorded in, one could almost forgive John for making such a
radical musical U-turn. Indeed, had this disc been reworked into a
pop release; while it may not have been a chart-topping
super-seller, I dare say it would have fared more respectably in
people’s minds.
That’s not to say I want to listen to it again,
though…