The Ace of Cups
never released a record, but this 73-minute CD was compiled from late-'60s "rehearsals, demos, TV soundstages, and in-concert tapes," according to the liner notes. (Unfortunately no dates are given for any of the tracks, except the 1966
Denise & Company
single
"Boy, What'll You Do Then,"
a
garage rock
rarity with future
Ace of Cups
member
Denise Kaufman
on lead vocals.) It might not be fair to judge a band on recordings that were not originally intended for wide circulation, and did not benefit from truly professional studio production (though the fidelity's fine). However, simply to judge the music that's here, it's frankly pretty erratic, and not a convincing argument that they might have developed into a first-rate band had they gotten a real record deal. Rawness is not always a bad thing, but at its most raw -- particularly on the bluesy
garage
rockers -- the group often teeter on the line of sloppy amateurism. There's some promise here in some of the unusual song construction --
"Glue"
detours into a commercial satirizing consumerism mid-song, and other tunes unpredictably change tempo and stretch out into long instrumental sections -- and in some of the eerie harmonies and melodies, particularly on the fragile tunes like
"Music,"
"Simplicity,"
and
"Taste of One."
There's also some plain-speaking toughness reflective of a middle-class generation starting to truly express what was on their mind in popular music, somewhat reminiscent of the most straightforward blues-rockers by a San Francisco band that slightly preceded them,
the Great Society
. There's also a cool if not quite totally polished
rock
vocal cover of
Mongo Santamaria
's
jazz
classic
"Afro Blue,"
and some interesting
gospel
-
fusion of sorts in the most mature-sounding compositions; it's easy to imagine that the group might have headed in that direction had they started to record around 1970. But much of this is interesting, with off-kilter ideas in search of some honing. It's admirably eclectic, yet doesn't fully cohere into a satisfying whole; the songwriting and tunes are unusual, but not really compelling; and there's usually a lack of tightness in both the playing and singing, like that of a group who haven't totally mastered their skills (or timing). For all that, as a reflection of the loose genre-blending ethos gathering currency in San Francisco
psychedelic
in the late 1960s, it's not a bad document. And it's certainly well-documented here, the accompanying 20-page booklet including detailed quotes from all five band members. ~ Richie Unterberger