âTrue Men Donât Kill Coyotes,â Red Hot Chili Peppers (1984)
Less funk-punk than tribal new-wave, the lone highlight of the Chili Peppersâ first outing finds Anthony Kiedis embodying the collective spirit of the âkay-yotesâ displaced from the Hollywood Hills, gnashing his vocals in a way he hasnât done since.
On their second album, produced by George Clinton, the Chili Peppers donât just deliver a respectable cover of the Metersâ slow-cooker âAfricaâ but practically take ownership of it.
âBehind the Sun,â
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An appropriately sun-splashed, psychedelic love note to the environment, the song is the first indication the band was conscious of the world beyond their sock-covered phalluses.
âTaste the Pain,â
This swirling mass of psyche-funk guitars and arena-size drums, from the album now seen as the bridge toward the maturer pastures of Blood Sugar Sex Magik, is the biggest tipoff the group was finally ready for prime time.
âShow Me Your Soul,â
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Over jazzy cocktail piano and Fleaâs staccato pop-locking bassline, Kiedis spits some good game (possibly at Julia Roberts?), claiming to be a âsentimental gentlemanâ who wants âto know more than your brain.â He still sounds like a total skeezer, but at least heâs not just waving his junk around like he used to.
SEE IT: Red Hot Chili Peppers play the Rose Garden Arena, 1 N Center Court St., on Wednesday, Nov. 14. 7:30 pm. $39.50-$55.50. All ages.