Tom Petty and the Heartbreakers : When the Time Comes
On May 2, 1978 Tom Petty and the Heartbreakers released their "Difficult Second Album", You're Gonna Get It. Though a hit in England, the band was still trying to strike it big in America.
"Breakdown", from the 1976 debut album, peaked at US #40 in February. "I Need to Know" would fall short of the Top 40 by one notch and "Listen to Her Heart" wouldn't do any better, especially after Petty refused to change "You think you're gonna take her away/With your money and your cocaine" to "your money and your champagne".
"I mean," Petty said to Rolling Stone's Cameron Crowe "first of all, it's anti-cocaine. I don't even like the stuff. And second, what's champagne going for these days? Two bucks a bottle?"
I like the album. I share Petty's enthusiasm for The Byrds and the band's "don't bore us, get to the chorus" practice. But the English Press turned on The Heartbreakers, as Petty noted in Crowe's article.
A few issues earlier, Rolling Stone's Tom Carson reviewed the album:
On You're Gonna Get It!, Petty has shed some — but not all — of his cloaks. "Magnolia," the most straightforward love song he's yet done, maintains the mystique: "Then she kissed me and told me her name/I never did tell her mine." But by the song's end, it's the girl who's forgotten the singer, while he's left remembering her. Everything's open-ended enough to make you want more.
Overall, the current LP boasts an impressive stylistic cohesiveness with its predecessor, but what makes the album exciting are the fresh hints of openness and expansion just beneath the surface. The rhythms are a bit looser, and there's a new emphasis on Petty's rough, driving, rock & roll guitar in the mix. Some of the cuts have a Latinized swing, and you can hear bits and pieces of outlaw grit, urban blues and Los Angeles harmonies everywhere. The slippery, layered textures of sound that occasionally seemed mannered on the first record are completely under control here. The new material is, if anything, stronger, and only "Baby's a Rock 'n' Roller" falls short. Like the earlier "Anything That's Rock 'N' Roll," the number's too self-conscious a celebration to be entirely convincing: the Heartbreakers are clearly on better terms with ambiguity than with joy.
Robert Christgau gave the album a B grade, writing
". . . might sound strange/Might seem dumb," Tom warns at the outset, and unfortunately he only gets it right the second time: despite his Southern roots and '60s pop-rock proclivities, he comes on like a real made-in-L.A. jerk. Onstage, he acts like he wants to be Ted Nugent when he grows up, pulling out the cornball arena-rock moves as if they had something to do with the kind of music he makes; after all, one thing that made the Byrds and their contemporaries great was that they just got up there and played. Thank God you don't have to look at a record, or read its interviews. Tuneful, straight-ahead rock and roll dominates the disc, and "I Need to Know," which kicks off side two, is as peachy-tough as power pop gets. There are even times when Tom's drawl has the impact of a soulful moan rather than a brainless whine. But you need a lot of hooks to get away with being full of shit, and Tom doesn't come up with them
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