There have been a lot of film and literary sequels and most of them suck. Sometimes it's because the idea or premise of the original was so completely terrible that a second or third serving can't help but suck out loud. Some sadist in Hollywood green lighted not one but two Duece Bigelow films. I wanted to make a joke about the Halloween franchise but I couldn't comprehend the litany of sequels, prequels, and re-makes to even attempt one.
Sometimes that's because there can be too much of a good thing. The Godfather was great. The Godfather II was great and in some eyes greater still. The Godfather III? Pretty terrible. The Indiana Jones and Star Wars sagas both had high marks but overstayed their welcome.
As for music sequels, there just haven't been as many. You have your Meatloaf Bat Out of Hell trilogy. Metallica turned "The Unforgiven" into a trilogy. Queensryche followed up their classic concept album Operation:Mindcrime with a sequel and Peter Frampton came alive twice. Kiss went Alive four times. It's been done but if this were Hollywood you bet your ass we'd have a Thriller 2 and a Back To The Dark Side Of The Moon. I guess the Duece Bigelow equivalent would be More Chocolate Starfish & Hot Dog Flavored Water and Continuum II.
So Nick Moss & The Flip Tops have come out with a sequel Live at Chan's in the form of Live at Chan's: Combo Platter 2. It worked pretty well the first time as Live at Chan's was critically acclaimed and a 2006 Blues Music Award nominee for Album of the Year so we know we're not dealing with Duece. So is Combo Platter No. 2 a delicious new entree like Godfather II or are we talking reeking leftovers in a styrofoam container like Godfather IIII? Moss & The Flip Tops answer that question quickly, opening with the simmering instrumental "Spareribs & Chopsticks."
On "Spareribs," Bob Carter's drumming is perfect punctuation to Moss' searing, expressive phrasing. Carter deftly places exclamation points and periods at the end of Moss' runs and provides the commas to connect and hold them together. He doesn't do it do it with flash or excess, but with ease. One after another, Carter rolls off tasty fills that do more than simply keep the beat. It's easy to fixate on the lead guitar but Carter, Gerry Hundt, and Willie Oshawny are the launch pad that allows their leader to fearlessly and brilliantly soar and explore. It seems impossible that the album can get any better and "Spareribs" is a definite highlight, but these guys are only getting started.