Can : Tago Mago

Jeff Terich


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In just about any musical circle, dropping Can’s name will earn you major points. For the indie rock fans, they’re a somewhat obscure reference point who influenced many of today’s most adventurous artists (including golden calves Radiohead). For prog rock dinosaurs, they represent a more exotic, fringe side of the genre that furthered the exploration of other art rock icons. And for any music lovers in general, they were simply one of the most wildly inventive and innovative groups of all time. Listening to Can today is still an amazing experience in and of itself. I can only imagine what it would have been like in 1971 upon the release of their third disc, Tago Mago.

Tago Mago, the band’s second release featuring Japanese ex-street performer Damo Suzuki, was seen by many as the band’s first true masterpiece. Though follow-ups Ege Bamyasi and Future Days were also hailed with such reverence, Tago Mago was the beginning of this monstrously creative trilogy. Some fans had gotten accustomed to Can’s original singer, American Malcolm Mooney, but after hearing this musical “journey” (if you’ll forgive the term), no doubt many of them responded “Malcolm, who?”

A double-album that stretched well beyond the generally accepted length of records at the time (between 30-40 mins.), Tago Mago was a monster of a record, both in length and in sound. Though “Paperhouse,” the album’s opener, is subtle enough at first, creating intrigue and mystery with its stark, minimal riffs, it builds up into a gigantic epic over its seven-minute span. And it’s not the longest song on the record—not by a longshot. “Mushroom,” which happens to be the album’s shortest song, follows, a simple groove-based song with some funky riffs and reverb-soaked beats.

“Oh Yeah” is point at which the most adventurous music begins, layered washes of sound stacking on top of each other, slyly and fluidly, while guitars chime and buzz. Suzuki’s vocals, meanwhile, are played backward, giving the song a more psychedelic feel, though about 3 minutes in, they are replaced with a more straightforward vocal performance.

Then comes the album’s center, a three song, neary 50 minutes of music, that stretch and span wide beyond the scope of any band’s singular vision. But that’s what made Can so unique. They could pack one song, even one that consisted mostly of repetition, with more ideas than any band could possibly think to do, but Can never followed the lead of any other band. “Halleluwah,” nearly 19 minutes in length, is a lengthy, funked-out groove session driven primarily by Jaki Liebezeit and Holger Czukay’s pounding rhythm section, though midway through the song, the rhythm’s seem to drop out in favor of a quiet, jazz improv session. That disappears shortly, the funky rhythms soon returning with strange noises and Michael Karoli’s violin screeching underneath.

Seventeen minutes of “Aumgn” come next, quite the opposite of the rhythmic jam session of “Halleluwah.” This track, instead, consists primarily of ambient washes of sound, sounding something like playing guitar on the moon, as each crater seems to echo back a hauntingly minimal echo of minor-key melody. The occasional fat bass rumbles underneath, providing a strangely sinister aspect to the song. There are moments of pure silence, as well as cacophonous walls of feedback and digital delay. And later on, there is a furious torrent of heavily pounded drums. For those who were schocked when Radiohead released Kid A, I can only say that Can were doing something vaguely like it 29 years prior, only they had no hit records to stand in their way of doing so.

The final installment of the epic trio at the center of Tago Mago is “Peking O,” significantly shorter at 11 minutes, but still a sprawling and gargantuan musical adventure. Suzuki begins the song with his delay-addled, unintelligible wailing. An organ chimes underneath, adding a spookier feel to the song. But Suzuki’s howl fades out in favor of a space age bachelor pad music sound, complete with jazzy organ and a drum machine beat. Eastern influences start to find their way in, as the title would suggest, and Suzuki’s shouting is replaced with a near whisper.

The album’s closer, the six-minute “Bring Me Coffee or Tea,” is a subtle, melodic and psychedelic tune, wrapping up this insanely broad album with a more accessible, focused conclusion. By the end of this record, you’re likely to be exhausted. It’s a lot to take, but most certainly worth the ride. Tago Mago was the album that not only made Can the foremost name in Krautrock, but legends in rock `n’ roll.

Similar Albums/Albums Influenced:
Radiohead – Kid A
Neu! – Neu!
Brian Eno – Before and After Science

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