Released: July 1976
Chart Peak: #3
Weeks Charted: 38
Certified Platinum: 9/28/76
The only American rock bands that have enjoyed more than a decade of commercial success while evolving their own artistic visions are the Beach Boys and the Jefferson Airplane/Starship. As the Beach Boys defined pleasure in the Sixties, the Airplane defined the counterculture's political and spiritual ideas and lived out the tribal myth. Though the Airplane/Starship's history has proven far from idyllic, it is resilient; the creative nucleus of Paul Kantner, Grace Slick and Marty Balin successfully refocused the loftier concept of the Jefferson Starship.
To analyze Starship cosmology -- an oleo of Orentalia, science fiction and psychedelic fantasy -- would be beside the point: one needn't buy the Starship's extraterrestrial fantasies in order to enjoy what is often magnificent rock music.
More than the Airplane's, the Starship's music builds a symphonic sound and embellishes it with spectacular instrumentation. This approach was first fully developed on Kantner/Slick's impressive "Sketches of China," from Baron Von Tollbooth. On Spitfire, its most magnificent expression is "St. Charles," a transcendently erotic East/West ying/yang vision of love. Here, a relatively simple melodic idea is elaborated in an unusually sophisticated (for rock) choral setting and covered by increasingly heavy waves of chromatic guitar work. The cut slowly climaxes, then slowly fades. This kind of monumentality, seldom attempted in rock and rarely achieved, embodies the Starship's aesthetic/political/spiritual cosmology. The result is absolutely thrilling. Peaks almost as high are attained on the shorter "Love Lovely Love," a beautiful call-and-response between singer Marty Balin and Craig Chaquico's guitar, and on the tougher, bluesier "Dance with the Dragon." Though it has many fine moments, the medley, "Song to the Sun/Ozymandias/Don't Let it Rain" lacks "St. Charles"'s unity and comes dangerously close to being pretentious.
The intense songs are set off by lighter material. "Big City" casts drummer John Barbata as a lecherous buffoon, hamming it up before basic, well-executed rock & roll. In the slinky "Hot Water," Grace Slick half camps though the role of temptress. The killer change-of-pace is "Cruisin'," a tough and sexy boy-girl-car anthem. This steamy tour de force, which in its sheer sexual energy matches the best of the Stones, shows off Barbata's drumming at its aggressively lascivious best and boasts a sinuous tomcat vocal by Balin. Balin also scores with "With Your Love," a reprise of last year's hit, "Miracles," from Red Octopus.
Balin's role in Starship, though increasingly large, is by no means the sole reason for the band's success, as some have claimed. His erotic singing and writing complement Slick and Kantner's operatic mysticism, while their passionate erotica exalts Balin's earthiness. In a transcendental love song like "St. Charles" these ingredients balance each other perfectly, with Balin's emphatic sexuality acting as a grounding wire.
While no one cut here is ultimately as compelling as "Miracles," the album's at least as consistent as Dragon Fly and Red Octopus. Balin is now more smoothly integrated into the Starship apparatus; in fact, the album's feeling of cooperation and care is extraordinary. Grace Slick's singing, though routinely maligned in recent years, has held up well. Her invocatory style is as unpretentious as it is direct, and on the right song it is truly inspirational.
Perhaps more crucial to the Starship's success is the growth of their brilliant young guitarist, Craig Chaquico. Though he doesn't exhibit the lyric effulgence and dexterity of Carlos Santana, it seems inevitable he will very soon. That the Starship would find and develop a talent like Chaquico shows astuteness and generosity. It is one of many signs that this tribe has the spirit and the will to replenish itself, however and whenever necessary. The proof, of course, is finally in their albums. Dragon Fly was an exuberant, confident reassertion of vitality. Red Octopus allowed the individual members to shine more brightly. Spitfire is their most cohesive, best-produced album. Together, these works comprise one of the finest contributions to American rock in the Seventies.
- Stephen Holden, Rolling Stone, 8/26/76.
I still respect this group, I really do. Their apparently random yet inexorable evolution as a collective entity (not just Grace & Paul Plus) resonates in their deepening textures. They seem to have ideals. You might even say they keep '60s notions of communality alive. Or are they just accommodating '70s notions of corporate identity? They're so vague -- they meaning the people, the ideals, and on this album even the textures -- that it's hard to tell. Or care. C
- Robert Christgau, Christgau's Record Guide, 1981.
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