Any Detroit rock group operating in the late ’60s inevitably worked in the towering shadows of the Stooges and the MC5—to say nothing of Motown and its Great White Hope, Rare Earth. So, even though SRC had major-label backing and extremely gifted musicians and a thriving Motor City music scene to spur them to lofty heights, they never really rose above cult status. All three of their albums have outstanding moments (especially “Bolero” from Milestones), but the self-titled debut is The One, as I will soon explain. (Jackpot’s 2024 Record Store Day reissue makes this LP relatively easy to score for a reasonable price.)
Though I grew up in Detroit in the ’60s, I was too young to attend shows at that time. But from what I’ve gleaned as a listener, not many bands in the city sounded like SRC. Brothers Gary (lead guitar) and Glenn Quackenbush (Hammond organ) were outstanding soloists whose virtuosity seemed more at home with British prog-rockers who composed the Canterbury Scene—especially Egg and Caravan. Scott Richardson’s vocals were the polar opposite of Iggy Pop and Rob Tyner’s alpha-male yowls and yelps; rather, he sang with a fey sense of wonder. Guitarist Steve Lyman’s backing vocals added shiver-inducing harmonies to SRC’s complex prog-psych compositions. Drummer E.G. Clawson and bassist Robin Dale rounded out the lineup with panache, though those eloquent Quackenbushes couldn’t help stealing their thunder.
As for SRC, there’s not a weak cut among the eight here. “Black Sheep” begins things with beautifully ominous and pompous prog rock, distinguished by Richardson’s perfectly modulated and sincere vocals and the Quackenbush brothers’ loquacious guitar and Hammond organ leads. The grandiloquent psych of “Exile” moves like a noble knight on a chessboard. As baroque as the Left Banke, as heavy as Iron Butterfly, this song balances opposing forces with utmost skill. Quackenbush’s distinctive guitar tone aches with mind-bogglingly emotiveness, an Arc de Triomphe of feelings. The dainty “Marionette”—which I first heard on the Illusions From The Crackling Void comp back in the ’80s—would segue well into the Youngbloods’ “Get Together.”
Things get really interesting on side two. “Onesimpletask” stands as one of the album’s most potent cuts, featuring a wickedly bulbous bass riff that would make Geezer Butler’s mustache bristle in appreciation. Quackenbush’s serpentine guitar freakout recalls Love’s Johnny Echols’ on “Your Mind And We Belong Together,” which is high praise, indeed. “Refugeve” peddles lush, sexily melodic prog that could’ve fit on McDonald and Giles‘ self-titled 1970 LP, which is—you guessed it—high praise, indeed. The album’s highlight, “Interval” boasts an unstoppable groove, a melody and vocal harmonies that would make Crosby, Stills & Nash genuflect, and a guitar solo that leaves scorch marks on your cortex. It’s a rococo delight that would mix well into Bubble Puppy’s “Hot Smoke & Sasafrass,” and it’s one hell of a way to end an album.
Ultimately, SRC didn’t make the Motor City burn or want to be your dog, but instead preferred to adorn your brain with exotically beautiful sonic flowers that emitted rare scents. Their very special first album should be much better known, damn it. -Buckley Mayfield
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