Don’t ya love them madly?
THE moody, mystical forces that drove The Doors towards greatness can be heard in full flight on this new anniversary release.
Yes, the original album on disc one is a must; simply brilliant music that gets under your skin.
It’s been tastefully remastered too. But a clean, remastered version of L. A. Woman was released in 2007, so this new version isn’t an exciting drawcard.
Disc two, however, is worth the price on the cover by itself.
Often this type of bonus disc is full of dusty outtakes, B- sides and forgotten sketches that really only appeal to the most hardcore fan.
Not so here, these alternative versions are like a live album – minimal overdubs and a great vibe.
These unheard, alternative versions of the album’s classic, tripped- out blues songs sound free- flowing and pure.
It’s like being a fly on the wall of a Doors rehearsal on a day when the band was in perfect harmony.
The studio chatter by band members between songs is priceless.
Fans can now hear the exact moment of inspiration when singer Jim Morrison suggested the iconic thunderstorm sound effects for Riders on the Storm. Geek out, music nerds!
Another highlight comes at the disc’s end with a ‘‘ new’’ song, She Smells So Nice, which was discovered by coproducer Bruce Botnick.
It’s an abrasive, aggressive blues jam with chugging chords and yelping vocals.
Energetic and rough around the edges, it’s a gloriously carefree improvisation. And just for fun, the song transitions into blues standard Rock Me as its climax.
L. A. Woman was Morrison’s last Doors album before his untimely death. On disc two here there is no hint of what was to come, he sounds indestructible.
As his ode to Los Angeles before fleeing for France, the album is still a wild thrill ride all these years later.
It is mad, unhinged, deeply affecting and powerful.
From the gruff, stomping, bar- room blues of Been So Long to the joyous Love Her Madly, this album is the sound of a band firing on all cylinders.
The sprawling, jazzy title track is a pleasure, full of enticing nightlife sleaziness.
This is a mid- album highlight that every other song flows to and from.
And let’s not forget Riders on the Storm, mind- blowing but also poetic, honest, tortured and darkly beautiful.
Morrison whispering the lyrics over/ under his singing always sounds creepy.
A chilling seven- minutes that fades to silence on a stellar career.