Michael Lee Aday has a crazy streak that allows for originality and creativity beyond the reach of mere mortals, but he’s not screwing around with the album title this time, he’s welded his soul to the theme of travels to and from Lucifer’s domain.
The new album bears the moniker “Hell in a Hand Basket” and it appears it is being largely recorded in Rob Cavallo’s garage. Yep, The Rob Cavallo. It’s pretty cool that Meat Loaf’s current producer went back in time to help Green Day out.
Meanwhile, Paul Crook is taking care of a lot of business over there as well…maybe doing a lot of the work while Rob is flying around in his 1980s De Lorean.
There’s been not a peep of sound escaping from that garage, but certain celebs have been spotted furtively darting in and out of the place. The kind of celebs who have startling, mind-bending voices and awesome instrumental agility.
Despite attempts in years past that produced some stellar evergreen content but only a few moderate hits, Meat is once again doing a lot of the writing, words and music. It may be a fatal mistake, or Meat may have learned enough in the last 64 years to decipher the elusive alchemy that made his voice, charisma and Steinman’s notes and lyrics one of the fastest climbing, best selling albums of all time. When Meat Loaf last manned all the stations he ended up with “Midnight at the Lost and Found”, an album that has evolved into one of our all time favorites.
We believe “Midnight” was many, many years ahead of it’s time and it should be re-released today. It is lost, and desperately needs to be found.
He’s worked like a dog and got nothing to show for it but a collar and a fist full of nickles and dimes, especially this past 18 months with “Apprentice”, Team Backbone, busting his ass for the kids of “Painted Turtle”, and the mental drain of Gary Busy sucking the sanity out of every room he entered.
Not to mention the subdued character he makes us believe in “Beautiful Boy”.
Yet Meat Loaf is going to put more of the same out there; meaning the identical unique stuff he does that no one else has ever done before.
You’re damn right.
Do I have an inside view? Maybe…after all, The Baron did have his assistant send me a personal note after my last article reviewing his show at the House of Blues in Dallas on the “Hang Cool Teddy Bear” tour.
The man appreciates good press, but he’s never gonna pay for it.
I can lead you on, but I can’t go spilling beans. Here’s some non-beans to get your motor running: At least one never before heard song as a duet with that celestial hot Italian Patti Russo, and a couple of jammers from the mind of The Baron of Bombast with nary a change in notes or words by anyone but the man himself.
The money men have realized Meat could use a break. He’s a rock and roll grandpa now, after all, so look for smaller, more intimate venues and better chances to see the mad genius up close and personal.
For the present, Meat, Pearl, Ian, little tyke, Deborah; we thank you.
God bless Meat Loaf.
Now go to hell and bring us back some more of the tunes only you can make there.