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It has been suggested that The New York Dolls emerged in 1973 just as The Rolling Stones relavence was ebbing (a point I might argue if provoked). And, as if things don't happen all on their own, one might look at The Dolls and see a trashier, dumbed-down lip-stick-smeared drag-queen version of Jagger and Richards (especially David Johansen and Johnny Thunders - it's uncanny!) but musically made up of equal parts Iggy Pop swamp-monster sleaze, Lou Reed's gritty street-sense, T. Rex's jangly mess, and the charging glam-jam of David Bowie. The result was The New York Dolls were louder, and even more strung-out than their peers.
Iggy Pop once said that he single-handedly killed the sixties. That may be so, but it wasn't until July 27th, 1973 that The New York Dolls came kicking and screaming, in their high heels and track-marked arms, it wasn't until then that they showed us how good and gritty bad music can sound.
The punk scene would have been much different minus The Dolls. It's unlikely The Ramones would have done it quite the way they did, and The Sex Pistols certainly wouldn't have happened. In fact, Malcolm McLaren managed the tail end of The Dolls before he moved back to England to create The Sex Pistols. Malcolm dressed The Dolls in patent red leather and draped giant sickle & hammer red flags behind them on stage, all this to upset the American public. None of his antics seemed to work with The Dolls, as they were nodding out of consciousness more than half of the time. It may have been easier for Malcolm McLaren to go from a band with two zonked junkies to a band with only one.
'I was trying to do with the Sex Pistols what I had failed with the New York Dolls' --Malcolm McLaren
In fact, Malcolm wanted to hire either Sylvain Sylvain of The New York Dolls or Richard Hell (then of Television) to front his incomplete Sex Pistols.
'Malcolm...he always wanted me to come over and start a group called the Sex Pistols' --Sylvain Sylvain
...and in retrospect:
'It was a stupid idea of mine...no way Hell or Syl would have fit in with the Pistols. Hell and Syl had years on the Pistols...the Pistols were incredibly naďve.' --Malcolm McLaren
The Sex Pistols, on the other hand, perhaps spawned at least partly by The Dolls, rejected the accusation completely on their song called New York. Johnny Rotten explained he and the rest of the band were sick and tired of Malcolm McLaren endlessly going on about The Dolls and The New York scene, which the Pistols felt was too poetry based and arty. New York was their reaction against The New York Dolls.
Johnny Thunders and drummer Jerry Nolan, after the demise of The New York Dolls, formed The Heartbreakers with Richard Hell (who didn't stay long). Amoung the many great punk songs that Johnny Thunders is responsible for, one is a response to The Sex Pistols nasty New York called London Boys. It was more brutal than the flimsy musical fight Lennon and MacCartney employed on their albums.
But it was with their debut album, only 11 songs, that the Dolls created all that haggard, whacked and wasted neo-Euro clumsy art rock. A fantastic set of stripped down freak-out garage-boogie.
Way grittier and wilder than their glam rock kin (David Bowie and T. Rex), the Dolls basically updated the early rock 'n' roll of Chuck Berry and Jerry Lee Lewis. What the Dolls lacked in instrumental prowess they made up for in reckless sexual abandon and crazy R&B swagger. Thunders' guitar is HUGE, sloppy, and manic, and his filthy riffs and solos are what make this album. But let's not forget the trashy wit and great singing of Johanson, Sylvain Sylvain's piano, Jerry Nolan's crashing drums, and bassist Arthur Kane...well, he sucked, but you barely heard him over the wonderfully shambolic boogie anyway.
The opener Personality Crisis establishes everything the Dolls were about--stomping piano, riproaring guitar, and Johanson's cocky swagger and crazy vocals. The 1-2-3 punch of Personality Crisis, Looking For A Kiss, and Vietnamese Baby is then followed by the short reprive of Lonely Planet Boy. The epic Frankenstein brings the rawk back, and it is immediately followed by the insanely addictive sing-a-long Trash. The album ends with Jet Boy, which hooks you with the biggest freakin' chorus ever. Filler? What filler? Every song rules. They're so good that you will almost forget about Todd Rundgren's godawful production. Almost.
The New York Dolls' first release ranks up there with The Stooges' Fun House and The MC5's Kick Out The Jams as the definitive proto-punk album. Barring that, it may be the greatest pure rock 'n' roll document EVER. You need this one.