Love Plus One

Or five ways to make existing groups that much more super

The supergroup is one of rock 'n' roll's best innovations. Taking established talents and combining them with other, acknowledged talents is a no-brainer. Such a practice should be money in the bank, the kind of sure thing that keeps careers rolling and transforms the sycophantic blurbs of press kits from puff pieces into astute reporting.

When the supergroup works, it's a force of nature. Fugazi, everyone's favorite idealist punk outfit, is a supergroup (part Minor Threat and part Rites of Spring), and an ass-kicking one at that. Can anyone deny the power of Rapeman, which was one part Big Black (Steve Albini) and two parts Scratch Acid (David Wm. Sims and Rey Washam)? And is there a band alive that can compete with the Herculean havoc-wreaking of Bay Area-ish group Fantômas (which features members of the Melvins, Mr. Bungle, and Slayer)? These are supergroups a mother could be proud of; they combine the various strengths of the members to create vital music, while avoiding rehashing the past success of the individuals' original bands.

But when it doesn't work, the supergroup is an abomination that makes fans grieve for the past and feel shame for the present. Who recalls the Last Hard Men, wherein the junkie members of the Breeders and Smashing Pumpkins joined forces with Sebastian Bach of Skid Row and Jimmy Flemion of the Frogs? (So strange it could only be true!) While not technically a new group, the Red Hot Chili Peppers added former Jane's Addiction shredder Dave Navarro to their lineup for the One Hot Minute album, a tepid CD that's near impossible to pawn off on used-record stores. Even now, a reconstituted Guns N' Roses is attempting to tour, with a veritable constellation of has-beens and never-wases, including Buckethead, one of the Replacements, a former Nine Inch Nail, and old, bald Axl himself. This is the kind of dreck only a moron such as Saturday Night Live's Jimmy Fallon could get excited about, which he did at this year's MTV Video Music Awards (proving that shit finds its own level).

And so the stage is now set for Audioslave. On paper, this is a supergroup to get excited about: Rage Against the Machine jettisons its most annoying feature, nasal rapper Zack de la Rocha, and replaces him with the talented Chris Cornell, late of Soundgarden. Unfortunately, Audioslave doesn't live up to its potential. The group's eponymous debut starts off with the bang of "Cochise," but then quickly peters out with a slew of midtempo altrock songs. If you make it through nine tracks to "Exploder," you'll hear Cornell do a bitchin' Steven Tyler impersonation with a "dat-un-dah-dah" fade-out, which is the last interesting thing to happen before the CD ends and the next one in your changer wakes you up. The disc's a damn shame, because Audioslave seemed like a sure bet: Tom Morello's mutant guitar, a solid rhythm section, and a vocalist who can sing should have been better than this.

Such claptrap gets a man thinking: What should that next CD in your player be? What sort of supergroup could revive you from your Audioslave coma? It would take a band so powerful -- or at least bizarre -- that you open one eye and mumble, "What the fuck?," or better yet stand up in bed and shout, "I am reborn in the glory of rock!" With this goal in mind, here are a few suggestions for supergroups, which, in a better world, would be coming to a venue near you:

John Cale joins Metallica:Metallica has lost another bassist, through no fault of its own. Last time the band went for an unknown to replace the irreplaceable Cliff Burton, after briefly entertaining the idea of adding weirdo Les Claypool to the mix. This time the local act should cast farther afield and try to score avant-chameleon John Cale. His bass playing is granite (listen to the Velvet Underground's "I Heard Her Call My Name"), and should the thrashers ever return to their Paganini-on-steroids roots, Cale is more than capable of mixing it up all classical-like. Besides, Cale once hacked a live chicken to death with a machete before a horrified crowd, and Metallica fans could use a little terrifyin' these days. Another Cale trick was shooting at his unsuspecting backup singers with blanks, which would come in real handy if Metallica opts to do another album with an orchestra. Someone slip Mr. Cale a clip of hollow points.

Tatsuya Yoshida becomes a member of Mötley Crüe:The Crüe hasn't been the same since man-mountain drummer Tommy Lee went overboard, and things won't get any better unless the longtime metallers recruit one-man whirlwind Tatsuya Yoshida, of Tokyo-based legends the Ruins. Yoshida is lightning fast and dead heavy, and has the additional skill of singing in his secret made-up language (in, hallelujah, falsetto). This addition would render lead vocalist and weakest link Vince Neil positively useless, and the Crüe could become a raging power trio with a shrieking drummer/vocalist. And, let's be honest, "Blimmguass sommvless" repeated over and over doesn't make any less sense than "There's a problem with the girls here on Earth, they stopped actin' dizzy." Mötley Crüe, look to the East.

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