In the often lamentable field of multi-artist tribute albums, no one put together better or more interesting ones than the late
Hal Willner
. While
Willner
had a real gift for matching artists to material, his real talent was the juxtaposition of diverse talents under one tent (1985's
Lost in the Stars: The Music of Kurt Weill
is the only album where you'll find
Sting
,
John Zorn
, and
Johnny Adams
in the same place), and finding imaginative ways to link the material (using the recitations of
Ken Nordine
to bookend 1989's
Stay Awake: Various Interpretations of Music from Vintage Disney Films
). More than just a bunch of folks covering songs from the same artist or genres,
's projects were ALBUMS, using their diverse ingredients to create something more than the sum of the parts.
died on April 6, 2020, and at the time of his death he was working on an album honoring
Marc Bolan
, the flamboyant mind behind
T. Rex
. Five months later, that record appeared, and
Angelheaded Hipster: The Songs of Marc Bolan & T. Rex
is at once very much his kind of album and something of a disappointment.
Bolan
's songs were the joyous ramblings of glam rock's greatest hippie, blessed with a playful, trashy, but decidedly cosmic world view.
Angelheaded Hipster
, however, takes the unexpected approach of taking
's songs seriously. The boogie that was the trademark of his best-known work is almost entirely absent, and while
's wordplay was often marvelous, many of these artists opt to treat them as grand philosophical statements, ignoring the wit that was so much of his lyrics. A few of the performers make this work, notably
Lucinda Williams
, who sounds beatific on "Life's a Gas," and
Nick Cave
, who somehow finds a mournful nostalgia in "Cosmic Dancer." However, most of the time this album offers us grandly arranged and beautifully rendered covers of songs that were never meant to sound this way, and for every grand surprise (
Peaches
sounding just the right amount of sleazy on "Solid Gold, Easy Action,"
King Khan
shaking out "I Like to Boogie," and the orchestral sweep of
Emily Haines
' "Ballrooms of Mars"), there's another that just doesn't click (
Gavin Friday
trying to scare us on "The Leopards,"
U2
being upstaged by a barely audible
Elton John
on "Bang a Gong," and
Marc Almond
's klezmer-infused "Teenage Dream," fine in theory but clumsy in execution). Every artist brings their A-game, the accompanists are in stellar form, and in the last third of the album, things start to jell in a Willnerian manner as
Todd Rundgren
Sean Lennon
Victoria Williams
David Johansen
Maria McKee
drift through well-chosen samples from an old comedy album. In those moments,
sounds like the visionary tribute to
he truly deserves; the rest is brilliant craft and genuine heart in search of a sense of purpose, though there are far too many good things here for any thoughtful music fan to ignore. ~ Mark Deming