Steppenwolf is like the football club that always wins more than it loses, and perennially finishes second or third in its conference–something like Purdue. Sound in the skills but hardly ever brilliant. Always in contention, but never the champ.
Steppenwolf does have a gifted quarterback in John Kay, whose voice has always seemed to me to be the growl of the archetypal lead singer. Kay normally writes or cowrites most of the songs; he also directs the group in most of its undertakings. Ironically, it is Kay, Steppenwolf's strongest component, who has most often underlined the group's effectiveness as an unsophisticated but hard-driving rock & roll band. He's never satisfied with
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a mere collection of good rock tunes–he has to tie them together under some over-all theme. Kay has always been a bit too ambitious for his own good–or the good of Steppenwolf as a whole. That is what derailed a seemingly unstoppable Steppenwolf after two fine straightforward albums in the form of an abominable pseudo-concept album called
Birthday Party. And it was ambition that caused Steppenwolf to exploit the political cliche in
Monster.Well, it's happened again. This time, however, the other four group members are equally responsible, having shared the song-writing duties democratically with the boss. After making a heartening comeback with a surprisingly powerful live album and a spotty but much improved studio recording (Steppenwolf the Seventh), they've decided once again to sacrifice rock & roll for rock & relevance on For Ladies Only. It's another critical setback, made even sadder by the inclusion of a couple of great stinging rock songs, one of which ranks with Steppenwolf's early best.
Good Steppenwolf is usually short Steppenwolf: this is an excellent singles band when it wants to be. Bad Steppenwolf is interminable: when this group makes one of its "major statements," a 15-minute album side can seem endless. So it follows that the monumental moments on For Ladies Only–Mars Bonfire's "Ride with Me" and "Sparkle Eyes," by Kay and George Biondo–move swiftly, while the bad parts–the title song and the cruddy "Jaded Strumpet"–hang in there tenaciously. "Ride with Me" is the ultimate mythic bike - as - winged - chariot song, just an Bonfire's "Born to Be Wild" was the ultimate mythic biker-as-buccaneer anthem. It's ironic that Steppenwolf, whose memorable work is romantically reactionary (Kay's publisher is Black Leather Music), should make an album about the oppression of women. But never fear, Steppenwolf fans–the boys do it in a gloriously reactionary way.
After listening to the album. I'm still not certain whether the fellows are for or against, but the songs within do little to dispel that feeling of steaming hostility toward women, I must admit that I find myself without the burning desire to find out where Steppenwolf stands in regard to women's libe
