A great album cover should give an indication of the sound of an album, or at least its sensibility. Happily, that much is indeed true with
Steve Walsh's solo debut,
Schemer-Dreamer, which sports what very well could be the greatest album cover in
rock history. There are no less than four illustrations of
Walsh, all shirtless and in running shorts, with the point of focus being an image of
Walsh in sunglasses towering over a stadium and pointing two guns at the viewer (thankfully, he's being safe and wearing ear protection); above it is a glamorous head shot silhouetted by a mountain range, with his hair looking appropriately wind-swept; to the right is a shot of him singing and to the left, he's engaged in an indiscernible athletic activity. It's a portrait of an id raging out of control -- it's the
Dirk Diggler album brought to life! -- and that's the sound of the record. Stepping outside of
Kansas for the first time,
Walsh leaves behind all of the
art rock pretensions of his band and indulges himself in all his
rock star fantasies. He winds with a big, loud, dumb
arena rock record, one that sounds completely tied to its year, if not month, of release. It's ridiculous, to be sure -- not as ridiculous as the cover, of course -- but it's more fun than nearly any
Kansas record, which admittedly isn't saying too much.
Kansas fans will likely miss the ambition that marked that band's albums, since this is nothing but generic
hard rock, designed to rock arenas across America. They'll probably also miss the hooks that marked
"Carry On Wayward Son," since every one of these seven songs follows the template of late-'70s/early-'80s
arena rock so closely that there's no space for such niceties as hooks or melodies; it's all formula, all the time. Nevertheless, it's a fascinating artifact of
rock star vanity from the pre-
MTV days, and it's kind of fun because of that, especially when that glorious cover is factored into the equation. ~ Stephen Thomas Erlewine
