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Their best up to this point - 91%

TrooperEd, June 18th, 2017
Written based on this version: 2011, 2CD, Vertigo (Remastered, Deluxe edition, Digipak)

Thin Lizzy trades Brian Robertson for Gary Moore and the result is one of the most, if not the most consistent Thin Lizzy efforts ever. For all his iconoclastic tendencies, Moore manages to park his butt with the Lizzies not just to shred circles around everyone (Scott Gorham admitted it was impossible for him to harmonize on some of Moore's licks in the studio), but to contribute compositions as well. Lynott and Moore made a hell of a songwriting team, and it just makes you curse Moore for not staying put with the band from the beginning (he first did session work with the band on 73's Nightlife), especially when you consider how many times they would reunite and write together. Hell "Out In The Fields" would have fit right in on Thunder & Lightning!

Though I have to say the choices for singles are slightly questionable. The first time I heard Do Anything You Want To and Waiting For An Alibi I thought they were weak attempts to re-write The Boys Are Back In Town and Jailbreak, respectively. Do Anything's main riff seems to be lifting TBABIT's chorus harmony lick and Alibi seems to be borrowing Jailbreak's rhythm and bass line. To your average ignorant fan, they might hear the first few seconds and think all of Thin Lizzy's songs sound the same as a result. Still, there is one thing DAYWT has that Boys doesn't, and that is one of the greatest lyrical performances in music: "People that despise you will analyze then criticize you, They'll scandalize and tell lies until they realize, You are someone they should have apologized to." If you listen carefully you will hear Bob Dylan chucking his motorcycle through his TV. Black Rose is likely Phil's finest moment as a wordsmith and lyricist. There's all sorts of brilliantly sly and wry lines peppered throughout this beauty, "With Love" probably being the most heartbreaking, if that's what you come to the Lizzy gigs for (nothing wrong with that).

While the two singles are songs I've come to appreciate, for my money, the classics on this are riff-ripper Toughest Street In Town, the sadistically funky S&M and Got To Give It Up, the happiest ode to brutally dying of heroin ever put to vinyl. There is still the token dumb "Fight or Fall" moment in the form of Sarah, an ode to Lynott's newly born daughter, but I suppose if you're a Doctor Who fan you could always imagine it as the sound track to one of those AMV Elisabeth Sladen tribute videos.

The title track, Black Rose is almost, ALMOST a perfect song. The only thing missing is about 90 seconds of a proto speed metal Ride The Sky exciter type of moment which would serve as a perfect climax to the "Danny Boy" section (or is it Mason's Apron? They never exactly point out which section is which). The section in question, which starts around 4:04, is drum roll/irish jig/thrashy section which sounds like a fuse being lit that's set to explode into a Judas Priest type of moment except it never does. Really this is the only part of the song that makes it sound like any sort of epic. The rest is just the same rhythm with some (admittedly excellent) alternating lead guitar work playing some old Celtic melodies. In other words, it sounds like they're trying to make a Rush epic but didn't quite go all the way (blame that on the heroin). Don't take this as slander, as its still one of the greatest Thin Lizzy tracks, but it had the potential to be even grander. And why the fuck can't Thin Lizzy have a sweeping epic under their belt?

Black Rose fucking owns; An essential album. There's no reason for any metal, nay, any rock fan to not own this. The only reason I could think of someone not buying it at the store on sight is if they also see Thunder & Lighting on the shelf and are stuck with a choice between the two. Even then you should buy them both anyway. Don't give me any shit about bills or gas. You were going to spend that so called "bill money" on shitty pizza rolls anyway.

Kings, Queens, BDSM & Heroin - 88%

Metal_Thrasher90, July 7th, 2013

“We went to Paris in ’79 to record the Black Rose album. And that was the beginning of all the drug problems right there. We’d go out to the clubs at night, we’d meet these drug dealers, and before you know it these people are in the studio while we’re cutting the album. It was a hell of a lot of fun”. – Scott Gorham

1979, an uncertain period for British classic rock, saw the dissolution and demise of 70’s hard rock big boys, in favor of punk and disco – while underground, then-unknown heavy metal kids were inconspicuously setting the basis for the forthcoming NWOBHM revolution. Blues rock principles had therefore become overused and clichéd. Excesses, self-complacence and stagnation turned most veterans into musically decrepit dinosaurs. In the case of Lizzy, the downfall came gradually, right after enjoying chart success with the standout Live And Dangerous. After partying ways with Brian Robertson, this time for good, they encouraged, one more time, Gary Moore to occupy the guitar vacancy the young Scotsman left and resigned to, marking the end of Lizzy’s golden era, as Lynott and Gorham started descending further and further into rock ‘n’ roll excess. Downey recalls:

“We had some great songs, but when people are doing smack, that’s when everything slows down. A lot of time was lost with Phil and Scott going out of the studio and not coming back for hours (…). I wanted to get rid of these fellas that were supplying the guys, but what can you do? You either leave the band or you get on and play. I had no control over what Phil and Scott were doing, and they didn’t want to know. To be honest, they seemed to be able to work under the influence of dope. But with this album, it was Gary who really lifted the band”.

Classic rock might have already have been on the slide by ’79, but Thin Lizzy prove to be an exception delivering tracks like “Waiting For An Alibi” and “Do Anything You Want To”, which show the good feeling between Moore and his companions; whose performance couldn’t be more professionally-driven, perpetrated with palpable chemistry and effectiveness – despite being to some extent formulaically-sculpted, eliciting reiterative, yet exquisite lead harmonies and melodies, making obvious that change wasn’t the name of the game for Lynott & co. Their formulas haven’t improved or evolved, but haven’t diminished either, as the taste and instinct concerning the conception of those underlined melodies, as well as their graceful texture and body confirm. Pushing away subtly the classic 70’s blues rock ethos, the band starts nodding towards fashionable American AOR sounds on “Toughest Street In Town” and “S & M”, setting some lightweight pulses and lines a la US-styled funk too, serving with humility and minimalism Lynott’s wordplay, making way for growingly overproduced interiors and sound effects. Structures are obeying now less-thorough schemes, by any means forged with neither sumptuous technicality nor resourceful thoughts. While “Sarah” and “With Love” require any serious effort nor perspiration from the complacent musicians, with the guitar combo again relegated to the background in favor of Lynott’s accentuated, verbose poetry. Even the heaviest, most dynamic cut on the album, namely “Get Out Of Here” succumbs to overproduced catchphrase-refrains and strained arrangements, deliberately turning it into one emphatically commercial-edge output. Fortunately, a more haunting, prophetically-disturbing climax is recreated on “Got To Give It Up” – the darkest tune here, giving off a smell of tragedy and clairvoyance, derived from Lynott’s tortured words on heroin addiction and Moore-Gorham’s crude, melancholy riff tone and incendiary soloing. Saying Gorham:

“I questioned the subject matter on that one. It was the unwritten rule: We tried to hide the whole drug thing, because if you got busted you couldn’t work in a lot of countries. But Phil said “It’s a cool lyric, I dig what I’m saying here and I really believe it”. That was Phil”.

Not to mention the monumental title-track, which bring to mind Celtic fantasy and imagination, accompanied flawlessly by the guitar combo’s baroque-sounding licks and stirring, meticulously-crafted, extended pickin’ sequences with Gorham and Moore fighting a duel to see who plays the finest solo…and both win. Gorham declares:

“It was Gary’s idea to bring the Irishness back into Thin Lizzy. Especially with the band being mainly Irish again”.

The Irish-born player proved to be the right guy for the job, maybe not helping out the band on the song-writing that professedly, which actually got perceptibly simpler and too direct, but bringing a fresher breeze to the performance in the form of agitated, energized solos and more frenzied textures and intense colors. Gorham has to say:

“Gary came in at the right time for us. He was great to work with. He had a lot of ideas, and obviously his playing spoke for himself. His style of playing pushed everybody to become better players, to tighten up a little. Having a guy like Gary coming in, it got me up on my feet (...). Gary just pretty flawlessly stepped in. We didn’t miss a beat. And I don’t think Gary needed much persuading. This time, he really wanted to be in the band”.

Downey agrees, saying:

“Gary really wanted to put his stamp on the album, and in the studio his personality really shone through. He and Phil really gelled. They worked hand in glove and it really paid off”.

Despite being unambitiously-envisioned, Lizzy manage to make the sluggish patterning work out. The title-track and “Got To Give It Up” should be thought of as exceptions most definitely, in a pack during which Thin Lizzy go soft in detriment of the rebellious, riffy, up-tempo blues mindset Robbo enthusiastically suggested – giving in to radio-friendly, polite and technically-lazy habits. The emphasis they put on the presence of choruses, as well as on the decibels they provided those of in the mix confirm Lynott & co.’s increasing intentions to hit the charts and occupy FM radio playlists. Visconti, whose production was an integral element to reinforce and consolidate the sonic clarity of Lizzy’s sound on Bad Reputation, may seem now to be pushed to make the music sound more poppy, commercially-attractive and decidedly sweetened. With Lynott also threatening a possible future as a solo artists, the rock values are now less-intransigent and traditional, more open to new ideas, welcoming the addition of explicit funky strumming, above-mentioned pop tricks and predominantly-reduced solo sections and briefer instrumental passages (with the title-track being the memorable exception). Melodies and specially verses, now more than ever since the Bell era trilogy, are the main attraction on the songs, with riff-based song-bodies being less accentuated. Not meaning however that Gorham and famed Moore’s talent aren’t given the chance to shine, just doing it more concisely, implicitly avoiding the trap of self-indulgence.

Thin Lizzy said goodbye to the memorable 70’s getting down to work on a great album, although it was clear and predictable that the unstoppable changes in the rock scene were about to affect their success and reputation soon. But in 1979, their future didn’t seem so uncertain yet, as they could be proud of this high quality, must-have classic hard rock output. The band’s instrumental merit and simplicity are still present, as well as the essential, vintage blues scale phrasing – not taking things further, but incorporating occasional funk and AOR elements into their own style. Certainly, Moore’s untamed, fiery imprint provided Lizzy’s sound of a fresher feel and vivacity, bringing his vitality and capabilities to their sound, so Lynott & co. could still have fun with the old formulas. But not for long…according to Gorham:

“You can’t say that drugs aren’t fun, because they are. But when you start to have a problem with drugs, that’s when the fun stops. And when you’re doing heroin, you’ve got a big-ass problem in your hands…”

Lizzy's First Full Metal Racket - 90%

brocashelm, April 21st, 2006

It’s a heavier approach we find Ireland’s finest (sorry, U2) rock band swathed in on this effort, having since dispatched guitarist Brian Robertson (injured in a bar fight, he’d later gone to rattle cages briefly with Motorhead) in favor of Gary Moore. The man’s speed, weight and general all around breathtaking guitar abilities could never be anything but a boon to any band, and this wasn’t the first time Phil Lynott and company had called on him to pinch hit. He’d stepped into the breach on the Bad Reputation tour, and here he is as a full-blown member of the Lizzy lineup proper.

Material wise, it’s another straight shooting collection of material that continues the band’s ever upward spiraling legacy, although fewer and fewer dollars were forthcoming despite the overflowing art on display. A much thicker guitar tone than previous is immediately evident on “Do Anything You Want To,” a rumbling, bass driven number that’s fun, but a shade formulaic by Lizzy’s usually mould-busting standards. The real heat arrives with “Toughest Street In Town,” a tale of rough stuff in the city, fueled by Lynott’s visceral visions, and Moore’s relentless shredding. “Waiting For An Alibi” is a great twin-guitar motivated number; featuring some of the band’s most impressive six string layering ever. “My Sarah” is a lovely tune Lynott wrote for his young daughter, which is hardly appropriate for snarling rock, so Lizzy appropriately perform this one at half-mast, with melodious solos aplenty.

By this time it must be admitted that the man (Lynott) and the band’s drug addiction was on the brink of seriously addling their collective futures. Thus, the frankness with which said addiction is confronted in “Got To Give It Up” is startling, and would be downright morose, if not for boasting some of the band’s toughest riffs ever. It’s clear that whereas most rock stars saw drug ‘n booze excess as their right, Lynott saw it for what it was; a yoke he was sadly not able to walk away from, right up until his death. The far punchier and terse “Get Out Of Here” is a humorous detour, and a real relief, while “Roisin Dubh (Black Rose)” is metal greatness galore. Lyrically recalling “Emerald” from the band’s own Jailbreak, it’s another journey into Lynott’s learned Gaelic mind, and boasts some staggering incendiary guitar work from both Moore and longtime Lizzy accomplice Scott Gorham.

And so the Lizzy rampage rolls on, bloodied, intoxicated and still in search of a sizable audience. From here, there would be two more albums (Chinatown and Renegade) of varying quality and varying lineups (Moore would split, not being able to handle the heroin, whilst Snowy White and Midge Ure would have brief and odd tenures with the band). But just as the skies were darkest, the heavens crashed and suddenly there was Thunder And Lightning. Go directly to 1983, if you please, for Lizzy’s crushing coda.