It sold poorly (around 11,000 copies) and the band never cut anything like it again, but
Little Feat
's eponymous debut isn't just one of their finest records, it's one of the great lost rock & roll albums. Even dedicated fans tend to overlook the album, largely because it's the polar opposite of the subtly intricate, funky rhythm & roll that made their reputation during the mid-'70s.
is a raw, hard-driving, funny and affectionate celebration of American weirdness, equal parts garage rock, roadhouse blues, post-
Zappa
bizarreness, post-
Parsons
country rock and slightly bent folk storytelling. Since it's grounded in roots rock, it feels familiar enough, but the vision of chief songwriter/guitarist/vocalist
Lowell George
is wholly unique and slightly off-center. He sees everything with a gently surreal sense of humor that remains affectionate, whether it's on an ode to a
"Truck Stop Girl,"
the weary trucker's anthem
"Willin',"
or the goofy character sketch of the crusty old salt
"Crazy Captain Gunboat Willie."
That affection is balanced by gutsy slices of Americana like the careening travelogue
"Strawberry Flats,"
the darkly humorous
"Hamburger Midnight"
and a jaw-dropping
Howlin' Wolf
medley guest-starring
Ry Cooder
, plus keyboardist
Bill Payne
's terrific opener
"Snakes on Everything."
The songwriting itself is remarkable enough, but the band is its equal -- they're as loose, vibrant and alive as
the Stones
at their best. In most respects, this album has more in common with
George
's earlier band
the Factory
than the rest of the
catalog, but there's a deftness in the writing and performance that distinguishes it from either band's work, which makes it all the more remarkable. It's a pity that more people haven't heard the record, but that just means that anyone who owns it feels like they're in on a secret only they and a handful of others know. ~ Stephen Thomas Erlewine