BLUE OYSTER CULT had a real bad time at the big park and oh boy did they know it…one of the guys backstage connected wit Da Cult said “They blew the drum solo” and they may have caused a near-riot in Oswok, Wisc. and a full-blown craze in Virginia, but in their own home they blew it.
Heavy metal is their cause, and they got chains and flash guitar and when it’s good it’s great, but like in Providence last December it didn’t go so good. Sandy Pearlman was spotted moaning at the side of the stage, being comforted by Murray S. Krugman and R. Meltzer.
Flash came onstage looking like British pop dressers, lead singer with a face like Roger Daltry put through the wringer dressed in white satin pants. As lead guitarist Peter Banks said, “The Purpose of Flash is to imitate Yes, plain and simple,” and they did exactly that for a long period of time. Guitar riffs straight off THE YES ALBUM, lead singer had a voice so high and whiny it was embarrassing. Many members of the crowd seemed to enjoy themselves, and rumor has it that some people were spreading rumors that the band was Yes and they changed their name so to encourage members of the audience to ‘get it on.’
Argent were a whole different story. Russ Ballard’s guitar playing is enough to support any band, but coupled with Rod Argent (a wizard on the keys and a fine songwriter as well), Jim Rodford, and Bob Henrit, they were dynamite! They played a lot of solos, most of them short and tasty, but Argent did a lot of songs in the short amount of time they were before the appreciative audience. They performed a few numbers off each of their three albums, and for an encore did the energetic ‘Round And Round’. This band is a band that deserves to headline.
The Beck Band, unfortunately, was headlining this particular night and they stunk! Arriving an hour or so late, the new group launched into I’m going down down down and they went nowhere else but, Kim Milford (ex-Superstar)’s abominable vocals killing the otherwise mediocre band. Beck played a great guitar, but was frequently interrupted by the rumblings of one Tim Bogert (bass), who, like his buddy on drums Mr. Carmine Appice, felt entitled to a ten minute solo on his respective instrument (during which Beck proceded to pick his nostrils and ears – cute!!!). Most of the audience was horrified with the new band, and gave the band what is known as a glass encore, i.e., a ten minute pelting with empty bottles of soda and liquor. I believe that a lot of damage was done.
© Jon Tiven, Phonograph Record, October 1972