GRATEFUL DEAD – AMERICAN BEAUTY
Review by Gil Israel
This is not the Grateful Dead you
may expect at first going into this album. This is not the hallucinogen fueled
jam band that will meander through a half an hour version of “Darkstar,” nor is
it the band that powers through psychedelic rock jams like “St. Stephen.” No.
This album showcases a quieter, more conservative Dead. A dead that looks less
towards the electric psychedelic blues-rock that was prevalent at the time and
more towards the folk, the country, and Americana styles of years past. So when
you see the bright tie-dyed Grateful Dead shirts, or the Steal-Your-Face
skulls, or the pictures of them jamming with huge PA systems in front of
thousands, you’ll probably be surprised when you listen to this seemingly mellow
album. However, that being said, it’s a surprise that you’ll likely find quite
pleasant.
This album from front to back is
like some sort of religious experience. Its blend of folk, country, and even
gospel at times is quite soothing, and the often-surreal lyrics by Robert
Hunter leave the listener feeling as if they are in some sort of Western
fantasy world: a world filled with outlaws, magnificent fountains, sugar
magnolias, and glass palaces. The twang-y acoustic guitars and gorgeous
mandolin lines compliment the lyrics and keep you fully immersed in the world
of this album, while the Dead’s three-part harmonies direct you through the
journey and keep you from drifting too far afield in the Dead’s universe.
What’s most admirable about this album is that without ludicrous amounts of
reverb or delay pedals/effects or synthesized ambient drones, the Dead still
manage to concoct a dreamy encapsulating atmosphere – not an LSD inspired
atmosphere, but an atmosphere inspired by simple life on the countryside.
Interestingly, it is the songs that
deviate more from this folk/country style that threaten to break the atmosphere
of the album the most. For example, after opening tracks “Box of Rain” and the
second track “Friend of the Devil,” which do such an excellent job of
establishing the aforementioned atmosphere, the track “Sugar Magnolia,” feels
out of place. Unlike most of the other songs, the track is focused around a
central guitar riff that pulls me out of the Dead’s folk/country bliss, and
back into the Dead’s more familiar world of rock and roll. However, the next
few tracks, “Operator,” and especially “Candyman” ultimately make up for this
misstep and successfully reintroduce me into the album’s original and most
pronounced ambiance.
The only other track I feel that
threatens to break the atmosphere is the album closer, “Truckin’.” Once again,
though it is one the band’s most famous songs, and one of the only ones to make
it onto the pop charts, it initially didn’t seem to fit with most of the preceding
tracks. Though in isolation it is undoubtedly a great song, like “Sugar
Magnolia,” it is much more focused on an electric guitar riff than most of the
album, and seems to break the dreamy haze of the rest of the album with its
chugging, and somewhat aggressive rhythm.
However,
after listening to the lyrics of “Truckin’,” which serve as a reflection of
sorts on the 1960’s, I’ve ultimately come to interpret the album and the
placement of “Truckin’” in a new light. To elaborate, just as “Truckin’” in a
song is a reflection of the 1960’s, perhaps the American Beauty album as a whole serves as an even greater
reflection of the 1960’s. The album, through its mellow tracks and atmosphere
illustrate the dream like blur of the euphoric and drug-addled counterculture of
the 1960’s, while the abrupt change of pace and conclusion of “Truckin’”
represents the abrupt end of the 1960’s with the onset of the 1970’s. Thus, I
believe the whole album is in fact a microcosm of, as well as a farewell to, the
1960’s with its ultimate conclusion with the year of 1970 – the year the album
was released. Perhaps then, “Sugar Magnolia” represents the times where the
euphoria of the 60’s counterculture was interrupted with events such as the Vietnam
War, Kent State shootings, and/or the other events.
Yet,
whether my analysis is true or not, American
Beauty is a great album full of rich folk instrumentation, luscious
harmonies, and some great songwriting. If you interpret the album similarly to
how I did, then it’s masterpiece, and if not, then it’s still pretty damn good.
OVERALL SCORE:
9.2
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