From the "Village Voice" ------------------------ HEADLINE: SCRATCHING THE SURFACE: LEE PERRY IS AS CRAZY AS YOU WANT TO THINK BYLINE: SASHA FRERE-JONES BODY: When is a crazy black man a crazy black man? From Monk to Marvin to Dr. Octagon, the myth of black lunacy has been publicly inseparable from the reality of black genius. Monk knew how to fake a straitjacket, and it wasn t because people on Saturn wear leopardskin that Sun Ra did--lunacy is a pill that nonblack America sometimes needs to ease the pain of admitting that almost all of the formal innovations in popular music have been made by black musicians. Lee Scratch Perry has created his own realm of stealth weirdness, simultaneously writing and unwriting the history of reggae, often on ras bumba claat s dime. Perry s life is its own rich remix. There s no one with a history in Jamaican music like Hugh Rainford Perry, born in 1936. Roughly speaking, there are four major phases of his career: (1) 1963 to 1973: Perry interns with the legendary Coxsone Dodd, scouting talent like the Maytals, and helping record acts at Dodd s Studio One as the music evolves from mento to ska to rock steady to reggae. Eventually falling out with Dodd, Perry goes on to work with rival producer Joe Gibbs, forming the first versions of his own Upsetters house band and starting the Upsetter label. Perry s 1968 jab at Gibbs, People Funny Boy, slows down the beat of ska to create what Perry alleges is the beginning of reggae, but he ll have to joust with Toots about that one. (2) 1969 to 1978: Perry teams up with the pre-Island Bob Marley and the Wailers, recording some of the most staggering roots reggae ever. Aston and Carlton Barrett abandon the Upsetters to join the Wailers full-time and Perry begins to work with excellent vocalists like Junior Byles, the Congos, and the Meditations. With King Tubby, Perry helps create dub, which he stretches to the breaking point in the next phase. (3) 1974 to 1979: Perry builds the Black Ark studio in the yard of his home in Washington Gardens, one of the most mythologized locations in popular music, variously attributed with X-Files powers, unusual smells, invisible engineering attributes, and a palm tree with an audible heartbeat. Amid controversy, most of the Ark burns down in 1979 while Perry grows increasingly paranoid. (4) 1980 to present: Records a hodgepodge of solo albums as a vocalist with various backing bands in New York, Kingston, New Jersey, London, and points elsewhere. CRAZY STUFF SCRATCH ALLEGEDLY DID: Take dumps in his own studio and arrange them symbolically; burn his studio down to scare off a German groupie; walk backward hitting the ground with a hammer for a week; place curses on various enemies; blow an advance from Island on an antique silver set from Cartier; worship bananas; eat money; baptize house guests with a garden hose. CRAZY STUFF SCRATCH DEFINITELY DID AND DOES: Call himself Pipecock Jackxon, Kimble, and The King of Mess; write all over every available surface of Black Ark; glue mirrors to his clothing; speak only in rhyme; sire many children in many countries; call Chris Blackwell a vampire; build a duck pond inside the Black Ark studio; issue hectoring musical broadsides against onetime friends he decides have cheated him, including Prince Buster, Coxsone Dodd, Joe Gibbs, Bunny Lee, Chris Blackwell; quote the Bible liberally, changing key words that don t fit; license tracks to multiple parties. What makes Scratch so good, though, is his distortion of the reggae mise-en-scene. In a basically conservative genre, producer Perry s antiscience science of intuition and quick hands injects chance, humor, and disaster without ever really leaving the pop song behind. Those who look to Perry s shit talking for a cosmology will get burned; those who dismiss his output because of his shit talking will miss the aurora borealis of reggae. Roast Fish Collie Weed & Corn Bread for example, one of the few records credited solely to Perry as artist and probably my fave, pits house band rhythms against Perry s pixie-dust percussion and mixing-desk abuse, over which Scratch narrates like a homeless Martha Stewart on how to stay healthy, how many lights are broken on his block, etc. His mic skills on any of his records are easily protorap, his dub stylings (like Jah Lion playing dominoes louder than Max Romeo s singing on Norman ) are closer to John Cage than King Tubby, and his uncredited cover versions of tunes like Tell Me Something Good and Fever made him a lawless proto-Puffy. And it was all recorded at Black Ark with only a four-track 1/4-inch Teac reel-to-reel, 16-track Soundcraft board, Mutron phaser, and Roland Space Echo. Bouncing tracks together to create 16-track thickness, albeit with considerable signal degradation and tape hiss, Perry bubbled more than pavement in July and was guided by voices that could actually sing. Perry doesn t compile easy because, like every Jamaican artist since 1964, he made umpteen records, most of them seven-inches produced for the voracious, day-to-day music consumer. He s made coherent albums when it mattered to him or when Island pressured him--Roast Fish and Super Ape are examples. But he s done much of his work on the fly, and the lion s share of that work has been for him to license and others to sequence and package. And Perry is still mortal: plenty of other Jamaican producers have more consistently heavy rhythm tracks, like Tubby or Burning Spear, and better-sounding records overall, like his mentor Coxsone Dodd. Also, since Scratch spent most of his time producing, conceiving, and conjuring behind the boards, attributing specific tracks to him can be tricky. In the intense assembly line of Jamaican music making from 1966 to 1978, with tireless house bands, recycled backing tracks, and revolving engineers and singers, roles are not easily defined. Long before the sampler started eating up an existing recorded catalogue, Jamaican recording practices--five or 10 prereleases for every commercial release--cannibalized authorship before it was established. The weekly flood of 45s on Upsetters, Trojan, Black Art, Wild Flower, Orchid, Scandal, et al. doesn t make an easy historical trail. Arkology attempts to document the breadth of the work done at Black Ark between 1975 and 1979. Things start grandly with Dub Revolution Part 1, an Upsetters dub complete with drum machine, Perry s mouth noises, and some well-meaning na na na vocals that all conspire to sound benevolent, cracked, and cosmically complete. You can even hear mixing desk buttons click on and off as Perry mutes and unmutes the rhythm rack toward the end. After that, compilers Trevor Wyatt, Steve Barrow, and David Katz opt to make Arkology into Island-ology, fleshing out Island s out-of-print Scratch on the Wire collection with alternate takes and dubs. What you get is rich, canonical, and juicy but a bit misrepresentative. You just can t compile five mixes of Miss You, five mixes of Undercover of the Night, and call it Stonesology. Arkology follows the artistically respectful if tedious practice of following each vocal version with its dub or instrumental counterpart, culminating in a numbing six versions of the Police and Thieves rhythm. This is instructive for anyone who doesn t understand that rhythms in reggae music are used many different times by many different artists. I bet, though, that such a fact stated in the liner notes plus one or two examples on CD would have driven the point home. Believe me, you can live without Magic Touch, which is Glen DaCosta soloing on saxophone over the length of Police and Thieves. And the Island-funded Perry productions Arkology cuts its firewood from--The Heptones Party Time, Max Romeo s War Inna Babylon, Junior Murvin s Police and Thieves, and Jah Lion s Columbia Colly--still work well as their own freestanding albums. More egregiously, Arkology has audio deficiencies: unacceptable digital-mastering resolution (a sibilant tinniness, like a voice traveling through an aluminum tube) puts the whammy on tunes like Tedious, Bird in Hand, Soul Fire, and Curly Locks. This makes me doubly mad because the VP issues of Roast Fish and Return of the Super Ape, taken straight from vinyl with the tone arm audibly bumping over divots, sound better than this allegedly more legitimate release. I m not always such an audio geek, but when the meaning of a work consists of the spirit in the sound, the cardiac frequencies of the beat, it s time to get the ones and zeros straight. If we can bounce a 4x4 all over Mars, by god, we can make available a decent CD version of Scratch s back catalogue. I can t think of another black artist this major whose key works remain either out of print or available only in mildly legitimate licensed versions. There are two other recent Scratch releases. Upsetter in Dub (Heartbeat) compiles B-sides from Perry s Black Ark era and before (at Randy s Studio 17), the latter comparatively light on extreme dub moves, tending to skank rather than splatter. The highlights are the Black Uhuruish vocal dub of Son of the Black Ark, which threatens to burn down Babylon (but in a nice way), and the churchly, vertiginous Rejoice in Skank, blessed with the overheated hovercraft stink that distinguishes good dub from boring instrumentals. Technomajikal (ROIR) shows the Perry who, since 1980, has become the Orson Welles of dub, pimping out his catalytic presence and dope vocals to voiceover a variety of backing tracks created by admirers. Dieter Meier, once of Yello, provides, like, techno dub, in alliance with X-Perry-Mental (Lukas Bernays and Jeannot Steck), while Perry lays over compudelic toasts in what sounds like a good hour in a Zurich studio on someone else s tab. The Beastie Boys devoted and informed championing of Perry in Grand Royal two years ago is probably responsible for some of this new spate of Perry product; it s also easy to observe Perry s spirit inhering in musicians who have, consciously or not, channeled it. Like Tricky, who sounds like Perry with his claustrophobic beats, persecution rhymes, oblique female voices, and fondness for other people s lyrics; or the RZA, who produces like Perry: quickly, and with no regard for harmony or hygiene, a taste for pop tunes sung badly, and an eye to releasing recordings on every record label in the world. So who s crazy here? Is Perry a lucky oddball who happened to hook up with the Wailers, happened to find the Maytals, happened to choose the Congos, the Meditations, and Junior Murvin to sing his crazy ideas, happened to encourage Tubby s experiments? The moral of our story: Worship bananas but don t front on the skills. Dub Store The masterpieces: Roast Fish Collie Weed & Corn Bread, Return of the Super Ape, Blackboard Jungle Dub (all VP), Super Ape (Mango), and Prince Jazzbo s Ital Corner (Clocktower). Anyone with an interest in Perry productions of roots vocals is also directed to the Congos Heart of the Congos (Blood and Fire), an album of harmony singing so deep it explains itself. Almost as good is Junior Byles s Curly Locks (Heartbeat): Perry allegedly ranked Byles above all other singers. Preferable in the late- 80s/ early- 90s Rent-a-Scratch mode is the loopy Lord God Musick (Heartbeat), the anti World Bank rants of From the Secret Laboratory (Mango), and the anti-IMF rants of Time Boom X De Devil Dead (On-U Sound/ EMI), the latter two both produced ably by Adrian Sherwood, a disciple. For a cross-section of Scratch and the Ark, Voodooism (Pressure Sounds) is a near-perfect collection from the mid-to-late Black Ark period, with the dub effects bass-heavy and playful (check out the bells on African Style ). Previously unreleased and skeletal but still essential, Soundzs From the Hot Line (Heartbeat) are ur-Perry, every one a Jenny Jones show populated by Tourette s victims. Ashes and Dust, for instance, contains the crystal-clear clarification: Hello, Mr. Coxsone, I am the Rockstone. When I shit, my enemies cry, when I speak, they die. By the powers invested in I, I screw Medusa. If Babylon doesn t fall, it will at least cross, nervously, to the other side of the street. --S.F.J.