SIN Entertainment WHOLE LOTTA SHAKER GOIN' ON The son of actress Hayley Mills and frontman of the hot British pop band Kula Shaker recently raised some eyebrows with comments re- garding Adolf Hitler and Nazi Ger- many. Speaking to Britain's New Mu- sical Express, Crispian Mills dis- cussed — in admiring terms — Hitler's interest in spirituality and went so far as to call the swastika "a brilliant image." The New Mu- sic Express also found that Mills' previous band, the Objects of De- sire, had performed at a 1993 con- spiracy theorists' conference that included right-wing and anti-Se- mitic speakers. Israel temporarily banned Kula Shaker's music until Mills — a Buddhist who has used Krishna- inspired mantras in his songs —is- sued a letter of apology to the British and Israeli press. He ex- plained the swastika comments as part of his long interest in Indian culture, where the symbol "in its original form is the antithesis of the demonic and monstrous Nazi atroc- ities." Israel lifted the ban, while Rab- bi Abraham Cooper of the Simon Weisenthal Center also accepted the apology. Kula Shaker is slated to return to the United States this summer to play some shows on the H.O.R.D.E. festival tour. SOMETHING FISHY GOIN' ON? Oops! Our apologies to David Fishof. In last week's JNE In Focus story ("On the Road with Ringo"), the man behind the former Beatles All- Starr Band tours and a slew of other music/sports events was mis- takenly identified as "Marty Fishof' in the subhead and cutlines. Guess the Jewish News editorial staff had Marty Fischhoff— assistant man- aging editor of the Detroit News — on the brain. GO BLUE Wanna drink like a rock 'n' roller? Try Motley Brue, a new soft drink produced by an independent Cal- ifornia bottler in tribute to the hard rock band Motley Crue. The blue liquid has some staying pow- er, and we don't mean just flavor; ' Motley Brue turns drinkers' mouths blue (we've seen proof) and reportedly does the same for feces (we haven't been moved to inves- tigate). But rest assured, it is kosher. Motley Brue is being sold at record stores, skateboard shops and other music-oriented outlets. It'll also be sold at the State The- atre on June 20, where Motley Crue will perform a special small- hall show to celebrate the release of its new album, Generation Swine. El > on Reviews of recent albums- delivery of "Theme From the Valley of the Dolls," arguably Drag's high point, turns the song into a three-hanky special. Despite these virtues, however, there are more than a few spots where Drag does, well, drag. The song constructions are so soft that they sound timid, and there's seldom enough rhythmic support to really frame lang's vo- cals. Paul McCartney Flaming Pie Capitol Steve Winwood Junction Seven Virgin The daunting task: following up The Beatles Anthology. The smart play: taking the casu- al route with an album of offhand, seeming- ly knocked-out songs rather than trying to be the Beatles again all by yourself. Maybe we're amazed, but Paul Mc- Cartney has done just that on his first solo al- bum in four years. The result is a pleasant but modest collection of pop songs that sounds as incon- sequential as one can imagine com- PAUL McCARTNEY ing from Mc- Cartney and a high-powered corps of collaborators that in- chides Ringo Starr, Steve Miller, ex-ELOer Jeff Lynne and Beatles producer George Man tin, 174.-x-zing- Pie's best tunes --- "The Sono' We Were Singing," "Young Boy," "Great Day" — are melodic and understated, while its worst ("Used to Be Bad," "Really Love "You") rock a bit harder but are deliberately underdevel- oped. It's no display of artistic genius, but that's exactly what it aspires to be. Judging by the randy batch of lyrics here, Steve Winwood is feeling high-heeled indeed. Unfortunately, the results are more of the low spark variety. Having revisited Traffic three years ago (Jim Capaldi does co-write three songs on Junction Seven), Wmwood now joins forces with pop/R&B stalwart IVarada Michael Walden for a stiff, rote-sounding ef- fort marked by lush production, in- trusive background vocal chorales and entirely too much electronic percus- sion. That's too bad, since Winwood's in good voice and is also playing lots of Hammond organ, a rich, soulful sound that's buried by its surround- ings. Even guest shots by Lenny Kravitz and Des'ree cant enliven "Let Your Love Come Down" and "Plenty I.ovin'," respectively, and a remake of Sly & the Family Stone's "Family Af- fair" sounds like it came straight from Stu- dio 54. Call us again when he gets back in the high life. k.d. lang Drag Warner Bros. JUNK....; c) 1/2 A new k.d. Tang album. Called Drag. OK, we know what this is about. Or maybe not. Drag is an album that, well, smokes. Check out the song titles — "Don't Smoke in Bed," "Smoke Dreams," "My Last Cigarette," "Smoke Rings." Needless to say, there's a con- cept at work here. But don't go thinking that lang — whose politics once alienated the beef industry -- has turned into a pitchwoman for the embattled tobacco companies. On Drag she employs these cigarette images as metaphors for romance, relationships, ad- dictions and the perennial quest for com- fort and satisfaction. Drag is an ingenious stroke, an idea that's subtle and provocative at the same time. Best of all, it's carried completely by lang's voice, a jewel of an instrument that sails through the album's quiet, languid arrangements. It's not all melancholy, either. Her treat- ment of "The Joker" is earthier and lusher than Steve Miller's original but doesn't lose the song's winking good humor. But lanes AP restrained by crying for the big treatment of band smashes such as "Livire on a Prayer" and "You Give Love a Bad Name." Bon Jovi gets points for dipping into a broader stylis- tic palette, but "Destination Anywhere" doesn't quite land where he's aiming, Now this is what a country album should sound like in 1997— traditionally twangy, mixing a little bit of Nashville and a little of Bakersfield, and played with an energy and sonic crispness that makes it a decidedly mod ern proposition. Big Sandy loses a lot in these songs —his heart, his mind, his appetite and more loves than you can count- but the songs are all winners, and steel guitar play- er Lee Jeftriess alone is a reason to listen to feel plenty lucky on this disc. Sammy Hagar Marching to Mars Track Factory/WA ck) On his first post-Van Helen album, Sam- my Hagar takes a curious but not alto- gether unwise course. Rather than slip back into his comfortable Red Rocker, "I Can't Drive 55" guise and out-decibeling the band he says done him wrong, Hagar and his all-star helpers — Roy Rogers, Bootsy Collins, Huey Lewis, Mr. Big's Eric Martin, the Grateful Dead's Mickey Hart, Starship's Mickey Thomas 7-- stay decid edly within the speed limit with 11 songs marked by their restraint and obviously labored-over craft. Take "Little White Lie," which ldcks the album off with gritty, acoustic blues; just when you're ready for the prototypical pow- er chord explosion, the electric guitar blasts in for a measure and then drops back, building the song's intensity without crank- ing up its volume — a deft little trick, to be sure. Hagar does let the throttle out on "Salvation on Sand Hill" and throughout "Leaving the Warmth of the Womb" (which reunites the original Montrose lineup), but they take a back seat to Mars' power bal lads ("Kama," "Amnesty Is Granted') and mid tempo message songs (“Who Has the Right?" "Both Sides Now"). He tosses a few darts at Van Haien -- and at his ex-wife — but Hagar's clearest statement is that his ambitions are greater than being just another hard rock shouter. - Jon Bon Jovi Destination Anywhere Mercury @ ck) Jon Bon Jovi, solo artist, is a markedly dif- ferent proposition than Bon Jovi, the band. Destination Anywhere, the Jersey rocker/movie star aspirant's ambitious but inconsistent second solo outing, trims the bombast and Teflon production sheen found on the group's albums in favor of arrange- ments that are more subtle, laid-back and even soulful in spots. It works best on toned-down mood pieces such as "It's Just Me," "Staring at Your Wm- dow," "Little City" and the title track. But too many of these songs are half-steps, forcibly , Sgc, Bagel Barometer ®c4. ) NO BAGELS Outstanding Very Good Good Fair Awful