Mink DeVille â ââââââ Return To Magenta (1978)
With its hazy ombre pink sky, city skyline, and mysteriously handsome figure on the cover throwing a look back at the audience, this album was probably made for people like me. The cover draws you in, and the title Return To Magenta only leaves you more curious as to what tunes are etched into the black wax. And if that doesnât sell you, the name âMink DeVilleâ certainly will.
This dude, whose actual name in Willy Deville, has the vocal appeal of Bruce Springsteen and Bob Seger but dresses like heâs a technicolored pirate...Or part of Adam And The Ants, which is basically the same thing. Either way, DeVilleâs wardrobe and the albums cover have zero to do with the music he plays. The album is stock full of soul ballads, shuffling blues tunes, and old fashioned rock and roll. He took the best parts of the era and stuffed them into one LP with mixed results. Oh and threw a bit of reggae in there for no reason.
The album starts off way too slow. I can hear the influence Phil Spector had on the album when the violins kick in during âGuardian Angelâ but the drawn out fade out loses me. The last minute of that song is a waste of wax. He managed to pull me back in with the twangy rock of âSoul Twistâ and it was here that a bit of George Thorogood started to peak out. Thorogoodâs intense influence on the band jumps back on the second side, just wait. Itâs a definite change from the opening track but then he brings it back down with ââAâ Train Lady.â I got the feeling that he wasnât really sure what he wanted to do with this album and it ended up as a thousand jumbled genres.
âRoleneâ wasnât doing too much for me either. It might have had to do with the fact that his voice was suddenly ten times more raspy. â Rolene, another rocker sees Willie Deville taking another tune from the extensive catalogue of songs written by Moon Martin. They recorded Martinâs Cadillac Walk on their debut, Cabretta (Clarke.) â And then he throws âDesperate Daysâ out there. Just when I thought this album couldnât be even more of a mess, we get a reggae tune.
Side two of the album kicks off with âJust Your Friendsâ which sounds good compared to the terrible array of songs on the first side. Itâs Bob Dylan with strings, and the longest harmonica solo Iâve ever heard. Right after we get a plain ripoff of Thorogood âWho Do You Loveâ with his âSteady Drivinâ Man.â And maybe itâs just and confidence since both songs were released in the same year. That being said, itâs one of the best songs on the entire album.
While âEasy Sliderâ and âI Broke That Promiseâ are two completely different songs, neither of them stick out on the album. They are relatively short and arenât memorable in any sort of way. On the other hand, Return To Magenta closes with one of the strongest songs on the entire album. âConfidence To Killâ is a blues tune with vocals reminiscent of ZZ Top in their hayday.Â
Overall, this album is a mess of genres and vocals and I donât know how Phil Spector helped produce this album. Sure, there are a few tunes that stand out and that I will be saving to my playlist, but three decent songs on a ten song album isnât the best. Iâm not eager to look into his other albums and this one will be tucked away in my collection where it probably will just collect dust. Well, unless someone asks me to play some reggae in the style of Jimmy Buffett.














