Backstreets of Desire | ||||
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Studio album by Willy DeVille | ||||
Released | October 10, 1992 (Europe) 1994 (United States) |
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Recorded | Hot Tin Roof, North Hollywood The Nut Ranch, Studio City Ocean Way, Hollywood One on One, North Hollywood Pacifique, North Hollywood Track Record, North Hollywood |
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Genre | Rock, Soul, Blues, Mariachi, Doo-Wop | |||
Length | 57:16 | |||
Label | Fnac Music (Europe) Forward Records (Rhino) (United States) |
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Producer |
John Philip Shenale Willy DeVille Dr. John Philippe Rault |
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Allmusic |
Backstreets of Desire is an album by Willy DeVille. It was recorded in various Los Angeles recording studios in 1992. To make the album, DeVille was joined by many prominent musicians, including Dr. John, David Hidalgo of Los Lobos, Zachary Richard, Jim Gilstrap, Freebo, Efrain Toro, and Jimmy Zavala.
A novel mariachi version of the Jimi Hendrix standard "Hey Joe" was a hit in Europe. "I did a version of 'Hey Joe' in mariachi-style," DeVille told Sheila Rene. "I talk through the lyrics. It was a big hit for me in Europe—number one in Spain and France." DeVille brought in Mariachi los Camperos, led by Nati Cano, to play on "Hey Joe."
Trouser Press said about the album, "Backstreets of Desire skillfully draws on DeVille's prior genre explorations to create music that's wholly contemporary while remaining true to the artist's original vision."
Critic Thom Jurek of Allmusic considered it one of DeVille's greatest albums:
Backstreets of Desire combined all of DeVille’s prodigious gifts in a deeply focused—though wide-ranging—hour-long program. It’s here in the breathtaking broken-hearted ballad "Empty Heart" (recorded with an orchestra), the street-savvy rock and soul in "All in the Name of Love," the sexual voodoo funk in Willie Mitchell's "Come to Poppa," the skiffle-tinged "Even While I Sleep," the folksy Caribbean-porch-song-meets-Cuban-son in his reading of Billy Roberts' "Hey Joe," or in his own breezy New Orleans-bordello-music-meets-Spanish-folk epic, "Bamboo Road." From the album's cover to its contents, there isn't a weak moment on the disc. It reveals that DeVille, despite the chaos in his life, had become a songwriter and performer in a league of his own. His sell-out performances all over Europe were a signal that this wonderfully complex persona was an "artist" in the popular vernacular and canon.