Of all of this year’s Rock & Roll Hall of Fame inductees, The Zombies have waited the longest for the honor. They first became eligible 30 years ago and were previously nominated in 2014, 2017 and 2018 before finally making the cut.
The delay is probably due to the fact that The Zombies’ influence is essentially limited to one album and a few singles. The band split up after just a couple of years and two studio album releases in the mid 60s (before reuniting in the 2000s).
Today’s Random Weekend selection hails from The Zombies’ acclaimed 1968 album Odessey and Oracle (their misspelling, not mine).
Like so many famous albums, this one wasn’t widely celebrated upon its release but over the decades it has been recognized as a seminal record in the baroque pop genre.
I hate when instrumentals turn up on Random iTunes Weekends because I rarely have anything interesting to say about them. (That’s assuming I have interesting things to say about songs with lyrics, I realize, which probably isn’t always the case).
So I won’t attempt to analyze today’s SOTD, a bonus track from the re-release of The Zombies’ Odessey and Oracle. I’ll just present it without comment for your enjoyment.
Best Albums of the 60s – #20
Odessey and Oracle – The Zombies (1968)
This freight train back through time keeps rumbling on. I can’t resist the urge to carry these decade-best lists back ten more years into the 60s.
At first I resisted, realizing that this list would be dominated by two or three artists. But after browsing several “official” best-of lists across the web, I realized that every one of them was dominated by the same people. It’s not that I’m woefully out of touch with the music of the decade — it’s just that certain musicians, at the dawn of the rock-n-roll era, completely dominated the landscape.
My definition of hip, musically speaking, is a bit backward — literally. I find it far cooler to have a knowledge and appreciation of music from before your time than the stuff being released tomorrow. Like my super cool niece, who is 12 years old but worships The Beatles. That’s hip.
I’ve always considered myself rather hip in that sense. In my teens (this was the late 80s), I bought and devoured every Bob Dylan album, then tackled the whole Beatles catalog. I was into Led Zeppelin and The Who and (especially) Pink Floyd. I had a passing knowledge of The Rolling Stones and The Beach Boys. I wasn’t Robert Christgau, but I was pretty hip.