More decades ago than many of us care to admit, a rock and roll album as gorgeous in sound as it was cantankerous in spirit arrived in record stores and on radio charts that could hardly have been less prepared for it.
Fleetwood Mac’s Rumours stood along among the Bat Out Of Hells and Cat Scratch Fevers and Saturday Night Fevers. With its blend of voices as miraculous as its personalities were fractious, the era’s signature musical document was as much a mirror of its time as Sgt.
Pepper’s Lonely Hearts Club Band had been a decade earlier. Forty-seven years later, David Adjmi‘s Stereophonic is doing for theater what Stevie and Lindsey and all the rest did for FM radio way back when, injecting a vivid life into an overcrowded, near-moribund landscape with a verve that strikes nary a false note.
Stereophonic, set entirely within the confines of a late-’70s-era West Coast recording studio, follows an unnamed rock band as they scramble to make the album that they suspect – and we know – will make their career and rock history.