We can even guess Singer’s impetus in signing with them as surely the major parent label seemed a lofty ambition for someone of his ilk, even if to earn a shot with them he’d have to first consent to these kinds of vulgar displays for Coral.īut what makes little sense is why everyone involved was so unimaginative in their attempt to come up with a record that was nothing but a pale imitation of what hadn’t been popular since late last decade in rock rather than trying to navigate the current landscape and find a way to adapt those old lessons into something new and improved. We know Coral Records’ motivation all too well – they wanted hits in rock ‘n’ roll, that’s why Decca came up with a subsidiary designed for just such a purpose in the first place and with Reig in control it was only natural he turn to the man he helped to convince to cut loose way back on Savoy in 1948. You’d think all of that might mean he’d slowly given up on this wayward lifestyle, returned to the sophisticated jazz he’d planned on playing for a living originally which would allow him to leave this brand of musical decadence to more crudely reckless saxophonists.īut here he is again on a new label with the same old shallow aims, to pull in an audience who might return him to the charts with Buttermilk And Beans, a shameless attempt to conjure up the magic of Cornbread or Beef Stew, his two culinary themed hits of years gone by. With the commercial decline of these types of instrumentals since that time he may have been glad to realize it no longer was even seen as a particularly viable career move but rather something that had the potential to cut you off from more upscale jobs without even drawing positive attention from a bunch of degenerate rock fans.
It’s been more than two years since he last made a dent on the rock audience’s consciousness and more than three years since he first exploded onto the scene with a chart topping hit that helped to define the type of balls to wall honking style that he himself loathed. It’s been just over a year since we last came across Hal Singer on a record of his own. Meanwhile the artist, Hal Singer – back from a long recording sabbatical – has his usual mixed feelings about rock ‘n’ roll, knowing that it pays the bills and briefly made him a star, but which he feels is beneath his dignity as a serious musician.Īs a result there’s a lot more on the menu than appears at first glance. The producer of the record, Teddy Reig, the man who first urged aspiring rock sax musicians to honk, wants to revive the approach on which he made his name. The culinary title shows us that Coral Records is desperately hoping to attract the same hungry fans who gobbled up Singer’s big hits with similar names three years in the past.
Everything you need to know about all of the participants of this record – their hopes, dreams and outlooks – can be found in the two and a half minutes of this song.Īdmittedly none of those things were much of a mystery to begin with, but at least this record confirms what we already suspected.
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