Miles Benjamin Anthony Robinson – Summer of Fear

January 01, 1970

(Saddle Creek)


He’s still got one too many names for any good to come of
it. But Miles Benjamin Anthony Robinson has made a record here that definitely
does its best to live up to the promise of a debut meant to be a demo with a
bigger, more confident sound that doesn’t necessarily squash the fragile, human
qualities that made him matter in the first place. Chief among those human
qualities, of course, is pain, which he’s still wearing like a scabby little


It doesn’t hurt to have a friend like Kyp Malone of TV on
the Radio you can call for production assistance, and his presence really
shines through in the textures of “The Sound.” But it’s the pain that
ultimately draws you in — or scares you off — delivered in an agitated whine
that may be what Tom Petty sounds like when you’re high on crystal meth. (I
wouldn’t know. I only listen to Madonna when I’m high on crystal meth.) But
Robinson is clearly at his best here when he lets the Petty thing get out of
hand – in the post-Byrds jangle of “Trap Door,” for instance, where he sets the
tone with “Woke up, wiped the blood from my bloodshot eyes, wondered why I
should still stand here and try to try.” It’s no “Honey, don’t walk out. I’m
too drunk to follow,” but he definitely sells it. The only thing missing, it
seems, is Mike Campbell to turn in a much better solo. If that sounds less than
flattering, it isn’t meant to be. It’s high time someone laid some Petty on
these kids to wash down all that Springsteen worship they’ve been swallowing
these past few years. 


Standout Tracks: “The Sound,” “Trap Door” A. WATT


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