RATS
There are many groups around that one automatically conditions oneself against. Most of them are after the fashion of Herman, Monkees, Archies, etc.; and, because of these leading examples one is generally totally justified in barely giving listening times to these people.
The Rationals are easy to hate. On stage, you kink of four high school kids playing spare-time-bread-music. They had a “Top 40” hit and a damn-near second one. You’ll find that out of ten live performances, four of them will let you leave unimpressed and three of them will drive you out, unfavorably impressed.
But, the other three won’t let you leave. The other three will be three performances when everything clicks. When Bill Figg on drums forgets about the Young Rascals; when Steve Correll plays guitar as his fifth limb, which is how it should be played, without realizing it; when Terry Trabandt unties the leash from his bass and takes it for intricate walks through the framework that the others are building; and when Scott Morgan really believes in Scott Morgan, someday, Scott Morgan is really going to destroy it. There is so much ability in Scott Morgan is really going to destroy it. There is so much ability in Scott Morgan and he bleeds it through so many instruments that it is rare that any of it gets through. Occasionally something inside a person clicks and everything that he has ever wanted to say pours out and lies glittering in the sunlight of reality. Three times out of ten, this happens with the Rationals.
