There never was a supergroup more super than
the Traveling Wilburys. They had
Jeff Lynne, the leader of
ELO; they had
Roy Orbison, the best
pop singer of the '60s; they had
Tom Petty, the best roots rocker this side of
Bruce Springsteen; they had a
Beatle and
Bob Dylan, for crying out loud! It's impossible to picture a supergroup with a stronger pedigree than that (all that's missing is a
Rolling Stone), but in another sense it's hard to call
the Wilburys a true supergroup, since they arrived nearly two decades after the all-star craze of the '70s peaked, and they never had the self-important air of nearly all the other supergroups. That, of course, was the key to their charm: they were a group of friends that fell together easily, almost effortlessly, to record a B-side for a single for
George Harrison, then had such a good time they stuck around to record a full album, which became a hit upon its 1988 release.
The Traveling Wilburys was big enough to convince the group to record a second album, cheerfully and incongruously titled
Vol. 3, two years later despite the death of
Orbison. Like most sequels, the second didn't live up to expectations, and by the time it and its predecessor drifted out of print in the mid-'90s, with the rights reverting to
Harrison, nobody much noticed. A few years later, though, it soon became apparent that the
Wilburys records -- mainly, the debut, widely beloved thanks to its two hits,
"Handle With Care" and
"End of the Line" -- were out of print, and they soon became valuable items as the
Harrison estate dragged its heels on a reissue. Finally, the two albums were bundled up as a two-CD set simply called
The Traveling Wilburys and reissued with a DVD containing a documentary and all the videos in the summer of 2007 (there is also a deluxe edition containing a longer, lavish booklet).
Looking back via
The Traveling Wilburys, the group's success seems all the more remarkable because the first album is surely, even proudly, not a major statement. Even under the direction of
Lynne, who seems incapable of not polishing a record till it gleams, it's loose and funny, even goofy. It's clearly a lark, which makes the offhanded, casual virtuosity of some of the songs all the more affecting, particularly the two big hits, which are sunny and warm, partially because they wryly acknowledge the mileage on these
rock & roll veterans.
"Handle With Care" and
"End of the Line" are the two masterworks here, although
Roy's showcase,
"Not Alone Anymore" -- more grand and moving than anything on the
Lynne-produced
Mystery Girl -- comes close in the stature, but its stylized melodrama is a ringer here: it, along with
Dylan's offhand heartbreak tune
"Congratulations," is the only slow thing here, and the rest of the album just overspills with good vibes, whether it's
Tom Petty's lite
reggae of
"Last Night," Jeff Lynne's excellent
Jerry Lee Lewis update
"Rattled," or
Dylan's very funny
"Dirty World," which is only slightly overshadowed by his very, very funny
Springsteen swipe
"Tweeter and the Monkey Man." These high times keep
The Traveling Wilburys fresh and fun years later, after
Lynne's production becomes an emblem of the time instead of transcending it. (The album contains two bonus tracks in this reissue, the excellent
Harrison song
"Maxine" -- a low-key
waltz that should have made the cut -- and
"Like a Ship," a folky dirge that builds into
ELO-esque
pop which is pretty good but doesn't have the effervescence of the rest.)
The Traveling Wilburys built upon
Harrison's comeback with
Cloud Nine and helped revitalize everybody else's career, setting the stage for
Dylan's 1989 comeback with
Oh Mercy,
Petty's first solo album,
Full Moon Fever, produced by
Lynne (sounding and feeling strikingly similar to this lark), and
Orbison's
Mystery Girl, which was released posthumously. Given the success of this record and how it boosted the creativity of the rest of the five, it's somewhat a shock that the second effort falls a little flat. In retrospect,
Vol. 3 plays a little bit better than it did at the time -- it's the kind of thing to appreciate more in retrospect, since you'll never get another album like it -- but it still labors mightily to recapture what came so effortlessly the first time around, a problem that can't merely be chalked up to the absence of
Orbison (who after all, didn't write much on the first and only took lead on one song). Where the humor flowed naturally and absurdly throughout the debut, it feels strained on
Vol. 3 -- nowhere more so than on
"Wilbury Twist," where
Petty implores you to put your underwear on your head and get up and dance, the epitome of forced hilarity -- and the production is too polished and punchy to give it a joie de vivre similar to the debut. That polish is an indication that
Lynne and
Petty dominate this record, which only makes sense because they made it between
Full Moon Fever and
Into the Great Wide Open, but it's striking that this sounds like more like their work, even when
Dylan takes the lead on
"Inside Out" or the
doo wop-styled
"7 Deadly Sins." Both of these are quite good songs and they have a few other companions here, like the quite wonderful
country stomp
"Poor House," but they're songs more notable for their craft than their impact -- nothing is as memorable as the throwaways on the debut -- and when combined with the precise production, it takes a bit for them to sink in. But give the record some time, and these subtle pleasures are discernible, even if they surely pale compared to the open-hearted fun of the debut. But when paired with the debut on this set, it's a worthy companion and helps support the notion that
the Traveling Wilburys were a band that possesses a unique, almost innocent, charm that isn't diminished after all this time. ~ Stephen Thomas Erlewine