Yeah, yeah, I can hear y’all from here: oh god, he’s finally run out of things to blog about. But hear me out: I’ve been obsessed over this wonderful 1972 gem since I was a little kid when I used to listen to my sisters’ old beat up copy.
Why the Osmonds, you say? Well, for starters, this is most definitely not your Jackson 5 wannabe album with sugary confections like “One Bad Apple” or feel-good grooves like “Down by the Lazy River”. This is the five brothers taking an unexpected and amazingly competent turn into rock territory.
We’re talking about taking a page from freakin’ LED ZEPPELIN, fer pete’s sake:
It doesn’t hold a candle to “The Immigrant Song”, sure, but you gotta admit it’s got a hell of a punch. Their longtime fans didn’t know what the heck to think of it, but radio stations loved it and got it major airplay.
A few tracks later we get a goofy Beatlesque riff that I’m surprised more ukulele-playing hipsters haven’t covered, with “Girl”.
There’s also the groovy MOR sound of “What Could It Be”, which could easily be a song by Badfinger or The Raspberries:
…and the fantastic “Crazy Horses”, which is just as bananas as it is badass.
And my favorite track from this LP, “Hey Mr Taxi”, which sounds like they were trying to record their own version of The Beatles’ “Helter Skelter”, complete with all the noise, distortion and wailing guitars slowly going out of tune.
It’s does have their signature sugary pop as well, such as the swinging “Julie” and the ballad “That’s My Girl”. There’s even a jamming groove dedicated to their home state, “Utah”. There’s a nice comedic Looney Tunes touch at the end of the record with a twenty-one-second track called “Big Finish” that gives a teasing nod to their previous sound.
It’s definitely a trip to listen to. While their previous album (Phase III, which had come out only nine months earlier) toyed a bit with rock, for the most part it stayed firmly in the pop category. Their follow up after this one, their semi-religious concept album The Plan (released nine months after Crazy Horses) is even more of a head trip, with woozy blues, psychedelic joyrides and even the occasional horn-laden showstopper. After that they’d return back to their safe haven of lite rock and MOR, and Donny and sister Marie would become a 70s television staple.
So yeah — I admit it. Crazy Horses is a ridiculously fun album, and I still love it after all these years.