A BEARD OF STARS

There were a multitude of changes for this fourth and final Tyrannosaurus Rex studio album. Most notable is the departure of longtime Marc Bolan sideman Steve Peregrine Took, whose growing rift with Bolan over ego, lifestyle and artistic differences had destroyed their last tour. Took would become involved with Twink and other variations of the Fairies and Pretty Things lineups, but would largely cease to matter as a musician in the seventies and would perish of a drug overdose in 1980. He was replaced on this album (and supporting tour) by Mickey Finn, a completely unknown multi-instrumentalist whose only previous professional credit came from a very brief tour appearance with the late-60s psych collective Hapshash and the Coloured Coat. Finn would of course follow Bolan into the more famous T. Rex lineup once this folk duo collapsed in 1971.

The other really big change hits listeners right from the first note – Bolan has gone electric! While Finn does a great job of replacing Took and all his various traditional and percussive instruments (including bongos), Bolan largely sets his acoustic guitar aside in favor of an electric one, as well as several songs featuring organ for the first time in the band’s career.

I’d also say Bolan’s songs have evolved as well, probably intentionally, to being just slightly more accessible than some of the ersatz psychobabble on the band’s first three records. The electric guitar and organ give both range and depth to the music, moving it away from the sort of stark acoustic folk from their earlier music that was undoubtedly listened to mostly by stoned and bandana’d hippies lounging in parks and microbuses. Instead, this stuff was more likely enjoyed by stoned and bored middle-class kids looking for something to amuse and engage them – pretty much the same sort of kids who would embrace the glam rock Bolan and his crowd were already working to morph this stuff into.

Don’t get me wrong, this is a decent record. “By The Light of a Magical Moon” in particular offers a very palatable blend of mainstream electric guitar, psych percussion and Bolan’s unique brand of partially-comprehendible lyrical wandering. I still hear this one every once and a while on college radio stations. None of the songs are bad actually, except perhaps the monotonous “Woodland Bop”. And the driving guitar-jam freakout of “Elemental Child” makes for a nice segue to what would come next for Bolan in the form of a rapid barrage of commercially successful T. Rex records. But overall this is my least favorite of the four albums from the Tyrannosaurus Rex prog folk duo, as it strays the furthest from what made the experiment interesting; and also because the result from this studio session shows clearly (albeit in retrospect) Bolan’s commercial ambitions much more than his artistic explorations. I’m going to give this one three stars, but really only just barely and not with any particularly strong recommendation unless you are a serious prog folk fan who may also be interested in hearing some of the birth pangs of glam.

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Bolan goes electric, swapping his acoustic guitar for organ and electric guitar, and gets a new percussion partner in Mickey Finn; the result is that this Tyrannosaurus Rex album shows the first significant advance in the group's sound since their debut. The songs are also more diverse and better-written than on the previous three albums, and the production job is also superior. Bolan's voice is clearer and more distinct, and his vocals are easier to make out than on My People Were Fair or Prophets, Seers and Sages, so as a consequence the album is just significantly more listenable. Plus there's no John Peel fairytale this time around.

A Beard of Stars ? 1970

12 ? Best Song: I can't tell, in a good way

I'm certainly appreciative of his passing from generic hippie folk to psychedelic hippie folk rock. It's a change that adds immeasurable depth! What am I blabbering on about, you ask? Well, this is the man's fourth album, proper (as opposed to all those scantily clad, sexually explicit 'improper' albums he released under the subtle moniker: T.sex) and it's a culmination of all that psyche rock bubblebobble and the swarming folkiedolkie movement. But let's stop for a second to discuss the album title. How exactly does one grow a beard of stars? Is it something you make in Sunday school arts and crafts? I'd think God would have a might beard of stars. Apparently everybody's doing the 'Woodland Bop'. It's the first truly metamorphosed song. The tunes are of the same basic ideal ? intricate, but simplistic drug-folk, but now there are sharp, distorted electric guitars punctuating the album like Hendrix's hands into a groupie's pants.

This might just be the quintessential Bolan record to obtain if you get any. Not because the material's quality is so high (it's pretty damn high), but because this showcases fully both sides of his ever balancing music. It's the midst of the scale, where later in Electric Warrior he'd excommunicate it completely. At this point the high pitched goat bleat is still in full order, trimmed back only for a more polished and smoothly flowing sound. He's getting better and better and expressing himself in vocals, and the songwriting is becoming more unpredictable.

Along with the electric rocking comes the ever sincere, ever annoying, but aptly utilized congo drumming, which slickens 'Pavilions of Sun'. I don't care for the record as much as Unicorn(though they don't sound much alike), but the consistency is rather striking. It's an excellent album with one foot in the past and one in the future, much more than a transition to me.