Bee Thousand
If
you are even the most casual fan of indie/college/underground/whatever-the-label rock, or are intrigued by perusing any sort of obscure "top albums' lists, little explanation of Bee
Thousand is
necessary. This is especially true if you're a GBV/Pollard fan. It's probably how you became one in the first place. For
those who've miraculously stumbled on this page untouched by any
prior knowledge of the Pollard song cannon, the following is for you.
Released
in 1994, Bee Thousand
is the LP that officially introduced Guided By Voices into the
vocabulary and record collections of countless '90s
indie/punk/garage/alternative/college rock/brit-pop/lo-fi/whathaveyou
fans and music hoarders. Bee Thousand
is a seminal release in any sense of the term. The LP broke while Robert Pollard, 34 years old, was teaching fourth grade math in
Dayton, OH. Playing scrappy pop numbers with his drinking buddies was a full blown hobby, masking Pollard's seemingly delusional dreams of rock stardom. The
LP blew up in popularity, propelling the band into the press and turning them into a full-time touring act.
Most importantly, this LP opened the flood gates for the barrage of
material that began to pour out of, not only Pollard, but guitarist
Tobin Sprout and Mitch Mitchell for years to come.
Originally,
the album was assembled using myriad of different songs, track listing orders, and even LP names from the era often referred to by fans as "the
classic line-up" of GBV. The final product arrived to Scat
Records in this near perfect 20 song format that lives on in the
hearts of any who cared, and resonates deeply with those who took the
trip down the seemingly endless rabbit-hole that is Guided By Voices
and the force of Robert Pollard.
Songs cut from the sessions later appeared on the GBV compilation LP King Shit And The Golden Boys. A 3 LP set was released in 2004 as Bee Thousand:Director's Cut. Original acoustic jams featuring fragmented ideas from the LP later surfaced on Disc 4 (12 overall) of Suitcase 3 as well.
Hardcore
UFO’s- 5
Another big basement
style opening from classic era GBV. Should be suited for the stadium but we're given classic GBV one and done treatment from Pollard's Dayton, OH basement. We get none of the fat of the stadium, but all the fuzz and swirling hypnotic melodies from Pollard and Sprout in under
2 minutes. Also, great accidental guitar drop out, and reentry, forever documented onto whatever decrepit 4-track tape it was originally thrust
upon. Get on your roof and watch the summer twilight.
Buzzards
and Dreadful Crows- 5
High leg kicks abound. Jump off your bed and sing into a fucking comb
if you have to. An edge of the stage, throaty, melodic
shouter. Transistor pop-rock at its best. No matter where you are,
find a window, roll it down, and begin shouting along to whoever will
listen. Powerful, melodic crunch.
Tractor
Rape Chain- 5
Pasted on acoustic
strums, before kicking into the unmistakable hazy riff that glides this classic forward. This is why mix-tapes got made in the first place. From the late-summer-afternoon ready verses, to the mammoth chorus hook, to the surreal lyrics,
simply one of the best GBV songs ever. Period.
The
Gold Heart Mountaintop Queen Directory-
5 Bleak,
ominous, strangely and powerfully beautiful; beyond cryptic. May
cause euphoric confusion, drunken tears, bleak soul searching, and
joyous sing-a-longs at the drop of a dime. Chills every time.
Hot
Freaks-
4 A live staple, and fan favorite. Steady, sometimes fragile rock song with undeniably great reverb that
allows the guitar to flourish. What I would imagine as a one-off
became a beloved song among diehards and casuals alike. Strangely compelling, but not as bone shattering as the first four tracks on the LP. A bullet with my name on it awaits from some for only
giving it a 4.
Smothered
in Hugs- 5
Through the purple haze
of pot smoke and summer humidity erupts the sonically bombastic, lazy
simplicity of “Smothered in Hugs.” Psych pop greatness. Huge choruses handled by
Pollard’s lone, powerful vocals. Song spills into…
Yours
to Keep- 4
Never has such
bridge-the-gap throwaway songs remained so powerful, and oddly
listenable as the ones from this era of GBV. What at first sounds like little
more than an afterthought turns out to be a hushed,lyrically poetic exercise in haunting imagery, grimly delivered over sparse acoustic plucks. Great, chilling material that breaks into…
Echos
Myron- 5
Great ‘60’s
rock in the vein of early Hollies, with choral hooks big enough to
snag a fucking shark. Shit, even the bridge is amazing. Also, one of
the best basslines in GBV history, completely rounding out the song and
standing as a template for many of the great ’60 inspired, melodic
riffs on LPs to come.
Gold
Star for Robot Boy- 5
Ultra lo-fi, thin pop-rock. Melodically melancholy.
Endless stream of lyrics that are surreal and definitive of the fun
and slacker mindset of ‘90s . Starts out on shaky legs, seems to
require a quick guitar tune up as the guitar riffs stutter like a
jalopy, encompassing all the GBV charm and prolific spirit of the era. In any event, what a genius piece of songcraft it is.
Awful
Bliss- 5
Acoustic Tobin Sprout
penned and sung song. The Sprout formula is in full effect here.
Another contemplative, inward song that sorrowfully buries your spirits one moment, and resurrects you in the next. Beautiful.
Mincer-Ray-
4 Full
on Tobin Sprout composition, handling all instrumental duties himself.
Steady paced pop song for the backyard lawn chair on a twilight
summer night.
Big
Fan of the Pig Pen- 5
“Sharper than most/Cut
with exacto/Gone is all good/Ex post facto”!!!! Ughhh. So cool. Quick acoustic ditty that should be played as exit music every
night when bars close. Pollard, unironically throws in over the top
“ba da ba da….’s” which lead up to a swelling, bluesy, wonderful mess of a finale.
Queen
of Cans and Jars- 5
Perhaps the most
simplistic, and insanely catchy, guitar riff ever! Carefree in
approach and execution. Wonderfully straightforward. Wake up to this
song once a week to get your life back on track.
Her
Psychology Today- 2
Mash up of several weird
ideas that jump back and forth between various basement recordings.
Dizzying and psychedelic. Almost too much fun for one track. A bit vomit inducing at first, but grows almost personally nostalgic
as repeated listens ensue, and becomes essential to the Bee Thousand experience.
Kicker
of Elves- 3
Acoustic song powered by wobbly bass drum stomps. Silly, surreal lyrics that wind up forming a
charming, if not completely idiotic song. But at the end of the day, it's easily hummable and gets stuck in your brain. Damn you, Pollard.
Ester’s
Day-
4
Song
opens with a snippet from Pollard’s bizarre, but admittedly catchy
“At Odds with Dr. Genesis,” which later appeared in full on
“King
Shit and the Golden Boys”
B-sides collection. It then morphs into a pensively haunting
Tobin Sprout composition that’s one for the ages.
Demons
Are Real- 4
Over squealing guitar
feed back and stomping acoustic strums, Pollard bellows and wails
about losing all his money to a 300 pound ghost. Yes. Yes. He does. At first glance, this almost sounds like no song at all, but I along with many others can be found screaming
every word to this gem alone in the car when the time comes.
I
Am a Scientist- 5
The rewarding
sing-a-long anthem buried at the end of the beautiful Abbey Road styled B-side of this LP. Undeniably, classic guitar line holds this together. Perfect
melodies. Great lyrics that push the surreal, but stay grounded. Little explanation needed here. Just go
relisten to it already. You know the words.
Peep-Hole-
4
Chillingly, voyeuristic acoustic number. Eerily good. Short
acoustic number. Breathlessly winding us down.
You’re
Not an Airplane- 4
33 second Tobin Sprout piano tune leads us out. The fact that this
blink-or-you-miss-it somber song closes such a strong
collection of compelling pop-rock, lo-fi basement rockers, absurdist
acoustic numbers, and epic heartstring pullers is simply flooring.
I love your site and your reviews. So helpful to a recent convert like myself. Keep it up! But, oh, watch those superfluous apostrophes everywhere, dude. "Echo's Myron"?!?! "Demon's Are Real"?!?!
ReplyDeleteThanks for the good words. Glad you found the site helpful, and I have gone ahead and fixed those. Boy, thanks for pointing that out. Must've had a case of wet brain or temporary blindness. Appreciate it.
ReplyDeleteI think you got the scores for Awful Bliss and Her Psychology Today mixed up.
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