For teenagers in the 1950’s the guitar solos of Chuck Berry were the gateway that ushered many into the early and evolving genre known as rock and roll. The musical occupants of said genre have twisted and turned throughout the years (isn’t that an understatement…) but the roots generally all go back to a common origin: the blues.
Funny, the same paragraph could be used to describe 25 year old musician Benjamin Booker. Born in Virginia, he got his first guitar when he turned 14 and took cues from fire and brimstone laced bluesmen like Blind Willie Johnson and Screaming Jay Hawkins to develop his signature sound.
But as the opening strains of his debut eponymous album reveal, there’s nothing like a good, rollicking solo to get those listeners hooked. It’s his brand of roughly powerful blues rock which follows that ensures our stay.
“Violent Shiver” is that opening track and it is a freight train flying through the station. Booker jumps from his opening solo (one of the few of the album) straight into a pulsating romp of a verse. The backbone of “Violent Shiver” is the relentless beats pounded by drummer Max Norton, but the first reveal of Booker’s gravelly growl steals the show.
Easily the most emotive aspect of the album, Booker’s sandpaper surfaced delivery can be bold (“Always Waiting”), desperate (“Old Hearts”), quietly sincere (“Spoon Out My Eyeballs”), and heart-achingly vulnerable (“I Thought I Heard You Screaming”).
The last two of those showcase a very fascinating side of Booker. The latter (“I Thought..”) finds Booker describing a harrowing moment whilst living with a drug addict. Subject matter aside, what really sells the song is Booker’s pained, hushed voice practically whispering the lyrics over the record’s most sparse musical arrangement.
Meanwhile, in “Spoon Out My Eyeballs” he sings an ode to the music he loves, not the bullshit “songs produced by 40-year-olds in high-tech studios” as he puts it during the subdued lead verse. Soon the song opens up into a foot-stomping barnburner and Booker carries us away.
About early music loves Booker muses, “It was easy to believe in something when I didn’t know a goddamn thing”, and that soul by means of blind faith is apparent in nearly every crevasse of his debut. Especially in mid-album centerpiece, “Have You Seen My Soon”.
This five minute jam is where Booker is best able to combine his vocal delivery, lyricism, and rough n ready guitar playing into a single cohesive unit. With lyrics inspired by his Christian parents, Booker gives this personal track intense life with his trademark gruff pleas and then sets it all over the top with some of the best fuzzed out riffs on the record.
As much as I love his vocals, that dirty, fuzzy guitar is the glue that holds everything together. It creeps in and out of tracks and provides a bouncing, rhythmical energy throughout nearly every song.
Look to how in songs like “Chippewa” it takes a backseat nearly the entire time before crescendoing into a quick, biting solo and then slinking back down to the barely perceptible reaches of rhythm.
“Always Waiting” follows a similar pattern. Booker and drummer Norton fix us up a little Bo Diddley shuffle before exploding into the chorus while Booker’s guitar phases in and out of a distorted crackle. Booker’s guitar prowess is notable in its restraint. Not always one for the big solos, Booker is often happy to add it to the rhythm machine and let his vocals take spotlight.
It’s that kind of taste which makes faults in Booker’s debut hard to find. He’s never a ham during songs, and his music never lacks for punch. One thing which sets in after repeated listening is a general lack in stylistic variation. By the end of the record I start to miss a little bit of melody to mix up this collection of rough and tumble rock songs. For instance both “Kids Never Growing Older” and “By the Evening” are good stand alones but feel a little tired in the album rotation.
That may seem nitpicky, but it’s not like he has Interpolian sameness disease. It’s only that a little more variety could put him over the top. Just look to his live show as evidence to that. Booker was recently tapped to open a string of shows for the 21st century legend himself, Jack White. After that run he played an early Saturday set at Chicago’s Lollapalooza.
My personal intersection with Ben Booker happened at that Lolla show this past August. After blowing through three cigarettes during soundcheck, Booker took the stage in the stifling heat and brought the house down.
Technical issues with both his guitars proved to be the only stumbling blocks and half of those problems were swiftly eliminated at the set’s conclusion. Raising his white ax high above his shoulders, Booker brought it down London Calling style as pieces scattered into the dense afternoon crowd (I was lucky enough to get a piece *squeal*).
Perhaps most interestingly, his debut album was not yet out at the time of this show. Thus, Booker kept the crowd on their toes despite technical malfunctions and only having released two singles. Chalk that up not only to Booker’s tremendous stage presence but to the ear catching quality of his self-titled record.
That record happens to be one of the best pure rock records in years and one of 2014’s most exciting debuts.
Key Tracks: “Violent Shiver” ; “Have You Seen My Son” ; “I Thought I Heard You Screaming”
Overall Rating: 8.2/10