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Men At Work Album Review

The following Men at Work album reviews were published in Used Records & Tapes #1 and #2 [RoosterCow Press]

Business as Usual album cover drawing

Men at Work Album Review: Business as Usual

For some reason, saxophones were completely acceptable in the 1980s. Socially, musically, thematically, perhaps inexplicably they were completely, totally acceptable to have in your band and on your records. Just ask the Psychedelic Furs or Romeo Void—hell, ask The Boss! You can certainly ask Men at Work. M@W gave us plenty of woodwind to think about and offered us some very typical ‘80s cover art on their debut album, Business as Usual.

The record cover leaves little to be desired. Black and yellow and white. Not quite as colorful as a Culture Club cover. Perhaps CBS was trying to save on production costs. They certainly didn’t expect these Aussies to break as big as they did, even as they had them out on the road supporting Fleetwood Mac. Break they did, however.

Business is full of catchy pop songs that capitalize on two central themes of ‘80s music: reggae and alienation. Colin Hay’s deadpan vocal delivery, and the Scotsman’s rolling Rs, helped define the band as quirky and endearing and certainly played up their image as zany Aussies.

Who Can It Be Now?

“Who Can it Be Now” was a smash hit, as was “Be Good Johnny,” with its title sung repetitively as Colin’s voice strained. “Down Under” was of course the monster hit. Only Ian Anderson could rock a flute as hard as Greg Ham. Even if the Men were accused (and found guilty) of stealing it from an Australian nursery rhyme, that flute line remains an iconic part of ‘80s popular music.

The Business album also contains a standard android-themed song, “Helpless Automaton”. “Down By the Sea” is a great tune, but it never would have cut it as a single and, wisely, it wasn’t released as one.

The Men went to work on a follow up, releasing Cargo a year later. However, earning “Best New Artist of 1982” accolades was the kiss of death, according to Colin, and they never would duplicate the chart-topping success of their debut. Men at Work continued on over the decades in various incarnations. Greg Ham took his own life in 2012. His friends, including Hay, believe the major cause of his unhappiness stemmed from the 2009 copyright infringement suit brought against the band for the song “Down Under.”

Men at Work also enjoyed the honor of having a photograph of them cut out of a magazine and taped to the inside of my locker in 7th Grade, although it is almost certain they were unaware of this.

Men at Work Cargo logo

Men at Work Album Review: Cargo

I was a fan of Men at Work in ‘82 and ‘83. After Queen, they were probably my favorite band in junior high school. The “Down Under” single was one of the first 45s I ever bought. In my 8th-grade homeroom class (taught by Mrs. Popp, no lie [see Culture Club review in this issue]), we all got to bring in singles every Friday to play for the class. We could only play one side. I brought in “Down Under” but spun the b-side, “Crazy” instead. You could hear “Down Under” on the radio 24 times a day, but I wanted to turn a few tween heads onto the other sounds of Men at Work.

The Kiss of Death

If you bought a copy of Used Records and Tapes #1 then you may have skimmed my review of Men at Work’s debut album Business as Usual. It was a monster hit for these Aussie lads at the dawn of the ‘80s. The album won them a Grammy in 1982 for “Best New Artist” (aka “The Kiss of Death,” according to singer/guitarist Colin Hay). It was all downhill from there. There was Cargo though.

What the Business album cover lacked in color, Cargo more than made up for, thanks no doubt to a bigger production budget. Released in April of 1983, the album would climb to number one in that band’s home country/continent, number two in New Zealand, and number three in the States. Some critics at the time thought it dull and the songwriting weak compared to its predecessor, but that didn’t hurt sales.

The ten-song album features four singles, one of which is the lead-off track, “Dr. Heckyll and Mr. Jive.” It’s a decent enough tune, but not on par with any of the hits of its predecessor. “Overkill,” another single, follows. It’s a mid-tempo rocker featuring Greg Ham’s sax and Colin’s vocals building up into a strained crescendo in typical M@W fashion. The third track is the non-single non-Hay-written tune “Settle Down My Boy” written by guitarist Ron Strykert who sings lead. It’s a nice break before a few filler tunes run out the first side.

Make No Mistake

Side two kicks off with the third single, “It’s a Mistake,” which rights the ship somewhat. It’s a war tune (presumably anti-) contemplating the end of the Cold War and features a cool ascending/descending guitar solo and then the predictable buildup to the end. “High Wire,” the third single, is a meandering song featuring a very 80s-sounding chorus.

“I Like To,” written by Strykert and sung by Ham sounds like an Adam Ant song but without a good hook, cool percussion, or originality. “No Restrictions” is another filler track that ends the album. It’s got blasts of flute but is otherwise forgettable.

Again, not the same caliber of stuff that made Business resonate with the public even though it did make the cash registers ring. The best of a batch couldn’t overcome the mediocre stuff and it signaled the end of the Men’s career as hitmakers.

Cargo would be followed by Two Hearts in ‘85. That album was met with the critical and commercial disappointment it almost surely deserved.

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70s Supergroup: Matty Lou’s Home-Cooked Chicken Dinner

Matty Lou band

70s Supergroup

The 1970s were a time for excess in all areas. Rock music was not exception. An often overlooked, if not completely forgotten 70s supergroup is Matty Lou’s Home-Cooked Chicken Dinner. This band was the most ambitious supergroup in the history of American popular music. The band featured members of mega-70s rock acts Moot Whistle Express, Franken-Funk, J.P. & the All-Star White Boy Jam Band, Heavy Whipping Cream, and Blues Smashers featuring Johnny Bricks.

The convergence of enormous egos, prolific drug-taking, and alcohol binges combined with an abundance of sexually transmitted diseases, not to mention the logistical nightmare of recording and touring with a band this size, made MLHCD the obvious candidate for “Worst Idea in Music History,” which it most definitely was.

70s supergroup, the Matty Lou band

Origin

The idea for the group formed when five of the biggest blues-based, funk-inspired bands of the ‘70s toured together on the Southern Fried Music Festival circuit in the summer of 1975. After one late night/early morning party/jam session over several cases of whisky and far too many lines of foo-foo dust, various band members and managers thought it would be a good idea to put together the biggest rock and roll supergroup ever assembled. 

Guitarist Johnny Bricks of 70s supergroup fame
Johnny Bricks

Tragedy

The MLHCD band featured 15 lead guitarists, 10 rhythm guitarists, five drummers, five bass players, a 25-piece horn section, five keyboardists, 13 harmonica players, and seven theremin players in addition to a giant entourage of groupies, accountants, lawyers, drug dealers, and spiritual advisors. 

The combined assemblage of musicians, groupies, managers, crew, and assorted hangers-on numbered in the hundreds. This all led to tragedy one August night in Chattanooga, TN when the stage collapsed under the collective weight of the band and its equipment. Similar incidents occurred in Tallahassee, FL, Birmingham, AL, and Jackson, MS, which resulted in the death of the entire theremin section, an occurrence not noticed until three shows later in Tupelo, MS.

Splintering off of 70s Supergroup

Construction on the massive multi-million dollar studio necessary to record the band was underway in early ‘76, but the infighting among a dozen or so factions within the supergroup led to it breaking up into several sub supergroups. Eventually, most members returned to their original bands with some misplaced members ending up in different bands either by accident or on purpose.

The group failed to record or play more than a handful of shows and its biggest individual stars are barely footnotes1 in musical history today.

Footnotes

1Johnny Bricks, Anthony “Too Tall Tony” Jackson, Ricky Lee McDonough, Little Peabody, Buddy Rivers, Rudy St. Cloud, Guitar Smyth, Mae-Mae McRae, Buck Wednesday, Little Z., Big Oak Johnson, Blind Turnip Jackson, Deaf Willy McGreif, Sassafras Jones, Lil Petes, Alice Chong, Suzie Gronkowski, Shorty Johnson, Junior Parcells, Quinten “Cornbread” Williams, Shady Lane, Renée LeTurk, Cheri “Cola” Collins, Lovey Daniels, Gordo Lopez, Tio Rodriguez, Shelly “Longhair” Rosenstein, J.P. Lamar, Roosevelt Jones, Orenthal “Big Duck” Freedman, Maria Del Fuego, Abner Brown, Whitey Black, Sonny Boy Buckner, Cletus Keester, Turnipseed Thompson, Young Willy, Leon Theremin, Jr.

More Forgotten Music Masters

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Forgotten Music Masters

This Matty Lou’s Home-Cooked Chicken Dinner bio was originally published in Forgotten Music Masters which is still available for purchase.

Modern Fables

Aesop may have fabricated ancient parables and old timey allegories, but for modern fables, you better let the Reglar Wiglar take care of that. Here is a cautionary tale about not being nice to your server. It’s called…

The Server and the Ass

Servers dumps a bowl of noodles

One day an ass dined at a local eatery. He ordered his meal with many substitutions and special instructions and was irritated when it was not prepared to his exact specifications. The ass also asked for many complimentary refills of his beverage and sent the server on countless errands to fetch various seasonings and condiments. 

The ass’s many demands kept the server quite busy and forced her to neglect the needs of her other customers. After the ass finished, leaving not one crumb on his plate, he demanded a discount on his meal. “This meal was a disappointment,” said the ass to the server, “and I believe some form of restitution is in order.” The server gave the man his check for nine dollars and ninety cents. 

This meal was a disappointment. I believe some form of restitution is in order.

— The Ass

The ass placed a ten-dollar bill on the table and began to read his newspaper. The server glanced at the money as she passed by on her way to deliver a bowl of hot noodles to another table. The ass, noticing the look of dejection on her face, said, “Do not be shocked, young lady, tipping is at the discretion of the customer.”

“Yes, but so is this,” replied the server as she dumped the bowl of hot noodles on the ass’s head.

MORAL: Don’t be an ass to your server.

Read more modern fables

Reglar Wiglar #27 cover

The “Server and the Ass” was originally published in Reglar Wiglar #27, copies of which are available from my online shop. If you enjoyed this ridiculous articles, there’s plenty more like it on my blog.

RoosterCow Distro Update

RoosterCow Press 2025 comics and zines

The RoosterCow Distro ends, and a new era begins!

New RoosterCow HQ

Perhaps the biggest news ‘round here is that RoosterCow HQ has moved. As much as I enjoyed living in Portage Park (shoutouts to Howling Pages and Tone Deaf Records) a change of scenery was in order.

And, after eight years of of owning a 125-year-old home, it is a relief not worrying about a leaky this or that, or lawn mowing, or weeding, and especially snow shoveling.

At any rate, we are back east of the Chicago River. In fact, my partner Sarah and I, along with Snippet the Whippet, live on the east bank of the river which brings an interesting mix of insects, nocturnal animals, and an occasional blast of stinky river stench.

Speaking of comics and zines, the RoosterCow store has moved as well. The Moving Sale is now the Moved Sale. Take advantage of up to 50% off select items. Every order will receive a copy of my new publication You’re Doing It Wrong & Other Poems which is not available anywhere else on the planet.

But wait, there’s more! For a limited time, orders over $25 will include a Sssnakes!!! Case featuring all 5 issues of my Sssnakes!!! mini comic plus a plastic snake friend. Plastic lasts forever!

This is a fantastic deal, but you must ACT NOW!

Anti-Social Media

If anyone has wondered where I have been for the past five months or so, at least on the socials, allow me to explain. I needed to take a step back from social media for the same reasons we all do from time to time. I hope that explains it.

At any rate, I hope to begin posting on the reg soon. If you’re so inclined, you can follow @roostercownow and/or my personal account @chris.auman on the Instagram.

That said, the best way to stay informed about new releases is by signing up to the RoosterCow Newsletter. It’s quarterly and sometimes less than that.

Broken roostercow and super glue

RoosterCow Goes Broke

The RoosterCow has gone broke. Don’t worry, it will be glued back together again! Sadly, this is what happens when you take a plunge off a 3-foot shelf onto a hardwood floor… and you’re made of plastic.

Panic at the RoosterCow Distro

As a result of the move mentioned above, the past six months have been a time of paring down, minimizing, and getting rid of stuff. It’s one of the reasons I decided to shutter the RoosterCow Distro and make changes to the RoosterCow Store.

Running the store for the past three years has been a great learning experience. It was a pleasure working with so many talented creators and publishers. It was a challenge and I enjoyed it, but, as I often do, I spread myself too thin and need to pull back a bit. For the time being, I will be focusing on making stuff and spending less time on the hustle of selling comics and zines.

Used Records & Tapes zine

The End of Used Records & Tapes

Another ending! UR&T was perhaps the most popular and the most successful RoosterCow project. By successful I mean that each issue broke even. Of course, we’re talking success by zine standards. That means small print runs selling in a handful of brick and mortar outlets and through a few websites. By any measure, it was a success in my eyes and I am grateful for it. It was a great experience, but I don’t think I can maintain the enthusiasm going forward. So, thank you to all contributors. If you’re hankering to read some reviews, I’ve been posted a few of them on chris.auman.com.

Also, this doesn’t mean it’s the 100% end of the project. I could get the itch again and maybe an anthology with new entries could happen in the future? Who knows. It would eliminate the need to keep all five issues in print. For now UR&T #1 is out of print, but there are still copies of the other issues available.

Thanks for reading this RoosterCow Distro update!

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Mötley Crüe Shout at the Devil

Mötley Crüe Shout at the Devil cassette cover

The following Mötley Crüe Shout at the Devil album review by Chris Auman was published in Used Records & Tapes #1 [RoosterCow Press]

Hurtin’ Crüe

I used to hate the Crüe back in the day. Hated them. Hated their look, their attitude, and especially the horrible, godawful music they made. I could not understand how anybody could like them. Unfortunately for me, the majority of my small group of high school friends (and rural Illinois in general) were into metal and really into the Crüe. But my friends weren’t cool metal dudes with long hair, jean jackets, muscle cars, and the whiff of moral turpitude (they wished!). Their hair was as long as they were allowed to grow it, one or two may have had a jacket made of some denim-like material, and I guess a 1970 Plymouth Duster counts as a muscle car—but anyway, my point is this: I hated the Crüe. Hated them.

In the ‘80s, I had my own favorite double umlaut band: Hüsker Dü. They were more abrasive, smarter, angrier, and more real than the

Crüe could ever hope to be. They weren’t posers. None of them wore lipstick or hair-spray like the Crüe. Two of the Hüskers were gay, but they played against stereotypes and didn’t play dress up like the metal boys did. That irony was surely lost on the legions of homophobic hair metal bands and their fans of the time.  

Mötley Crüe Shout at the Devil

Shout at the Devil was the follow up to the Crüe’s debut, Too Fast for Love—a rough recording with even more annoying vocals, lower production values, and lots of cowbell. Shout got as high as 17 on the Billboard 200 chart with “Looks That Kill.” “Too Young to Fall in Love” also broke the Billboard Hot 100 in 1984. This record was a shrewd move on the Crüe’s part because they didn’t sing about the devil much before, nor have they since.

It paid dividends for them at the time, however, because anything with even a hint of devil worship sold like hot cakes fresh from Satan’s oven. As for the actual music on the album; the drumming is horrible, Mick Mars on guitar ain’t all that, you can’t really hear much of Nikki Sixx’s bass, and Vince Neil’s voice and the production on the record are both as thin as one of Tommy Lee’s Zildjian crash cymbals.

Don’t get me wrong, I love me some good metal, but the glam stuff just never washed with me. Give me some Maiden, Sabbath, Metallica, sure. Cinderella, Poison, Crüe, you can have it, düde.

Drink Mötley Brüe

I made a version of the fake ad below to piss off a metal friend of mine in 1985. He was not amused. It’s a little heavy handed. I get that now.

Mötley Brüe comic