Moby Grape's career was a long, sad series of minor disasters, in which nearly anything that could have gone wrong did (poor handling by their record company, a variety of legal problems, a truly regrettable deal with their manager, creative and personal differences among the bandmembers, and the tragic breakdown of guitarist and songwriter
Skip Spence), but their self-titled debut album was their one moment of unqualified triumph.
Moby Grape is one of the finest (perhaps
the finest) album to come out of the San Francisco psychedelic scene, brimming with great songs and fresh ideas while blessedly avoiding the pitfalls that pockmarked the work of their contemporaries -- no long, unfocused jams, no self-indulgent philosophy, and no attempts to sonically re-create the sound of an acid trip. Instead,
Moby Grape built their sound around the brilliantly interwoven guitar work of
Jerry Miller,
Peter Lewis, and
Skip Spence, and the clear, bright harmonies of all five members (drummer
Don Stevenson and bassist
Bob Mosely sang just as well as they held down the backbeat). As songwriters,
Moby Grape blended straight-ahead rock & roll, smart pop, blues, country, and folk accents into a flavorful brew that was all their own, with a clever melodic sense that reflected the lysergic energy surrounding them without drowning in it. And producer
David Rubinson got it all on tape in a manner that captured the band's infectious energy and soaring melodies with uncluttered clarity, while subtly exploring the possibilities of the stereo mixing process. "Omaha," "Fall on You," "Hey Grandma," and "8:05" sound like obvious hits (and might have been if Columbia hadn't released them as singles all at once), but the truth is there isn't a dud track to be found here, and time has been extremely kind to this record.
Moby Grape is as refreshing today as it was upon first release, and if fate prevented the group from making a follow-up that was as consistently strong, for one brief shining moment
Moby Grape proved to the world they were one of America's great bands. While history remembers
the Grateful Dead and
Jefferson Airplane as being more important, the truth is neither group ever made an album quite this good.
AMG Review by Mark Deming
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