In the 1960s, Paul Revere and the Raiders were a crazy garage-rock band popular with well-maintained twins. Calling the strip square does not go far enough; they were completely endless. Among Rayer's many sins, he was in the habit of dressing in complete revolutionary wars, triangular hats, and more. In Quentin Tarantino's ninth film, actress Sharon Tate (played by Margot Robbie) teases her former attempt to enjoy the Raiders and after a few minutes has a cast of Charles Manson leaving the area. The music becomes sinister. The message is loud and clear: the Raiders may have been brazen, but compared to the counter-cultural threat, these three-cornered hats are starting to look pretty good.
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Essentially a comedy girlfriend starring Leonard DiCaprio as an aging actor and Brad Pitt as his stunt-stuntman, spinning around the periphery of the 1969 Manson killings, the movie is pretty, pretty, pretty (especially when involved cars and Brad Pitt); however, his politics are ugly, ugly, ugly: violently reactionary in the treatment of the counterculture of the late 1960s and its accompanying burning. The music that connects the fictional and non-fictional worlds of film is a maelstrom of soft-serve, quite even when it is an ugly, indisputable, often disturbing mixtape of rock era rock, radio DJ patter and period.
Like the Raiders, here too the bands evoke the mythical surf rock of the '60s, a good time before the vibrations turned bad. Deep Purple, the progos and metal pioneers, offer two songs from 1968, the year the movie began, the year before the band was fierce. One of those songs is a cover of Neil Diamond's The Kentucky Woman, and the soundtrack also features the wonderful play of Neil Diamond's The Brotherhood of Salvation Show. It is either a feast or a parody of gospel music; evangelicals did not know in early 1969, and it may be that Diamond did not know either.
The rest of the proposals are from small groups in the mid- to late-1960s, such as the Buchanan brothers, Roy Head and the features, the tops of the boxes and (more commonly known) Mitch Ryder and the Detroit Wheels. These songs take the tension out of the movie; it's hard not to smile at the ringing harmonies of Los Bravos's Bring Your Pet, or Dee Clark's syrupy crown of "Hello, Girl." They are often accompanied by footage of Pete's character, Roy Cliff, as he walks around town. But all this is indescribable car music, propulsive and melodic, a playlist assembled of know-how – all of which would have been intolerable if it had not been for the fact that he knew a great deal.
When less obscure, the music is intrusive with his hints "Mrs. Simon and Garfunkel Robinson" appears briefly ( High School student was released in December 67) to whisper about the crime. Paxton Quigley's Had the Course, by British duo Chad and Jeremy, is an introductory rock and roll song that turns into a gorgeous keyboard interlude after two minutes. This is official Beatles-worthy playfulness and it's exciting to hear the insignificant mobile computers that play such games.
There are other well-known songs here, handles to guide the listener through the unknown. Johnny Mitchell's Buffy St. Marie's "Circle Play" cover accompanies the scene of Sharon Tate driving through Hollywood. Mitchell's original is nostalgic, but Saint-Marie trembles with innocent innocence, eternally youth unbound by darkness. The carousel images are particularly moving, given that so many of Once upon a time … in Hollywood he deals with westerns and painted ponies; with color, movement and distraction. St. Mary's speeds up when she sings, "We can't go back / We can just watch," as if we were racing exactly.
Other, less cheerful texts are emphasized by their presence in the film. Treat Her Right emphasizes chivalry only as a means to an end, while the chorus of "Son of Love Man" makes a single of a genetic predisposition to split: "I'm the son of a loved one / My daddy told me to give you everything you can. "Phrases like these are remnants of the period, but given the way the film valorizes old men – drinking, watching TV, hitting others in the face – they all stand out.
The DJ pater we hear coming out of movie radio stations, presenting songs, and leading ads, seems more deliberate. The ads point to perfume and cologne and cars and tanning oil, a surface explosion that, Tarantino points out, is overripe and rotten. But they were so funny. So weird. So beautiful. These are the qualities that a director's fantastic, ultra-nostalgic film means to celebrate. The dream of the 60's is alive, eternal. We urge you to ignore the hollow cultural context of Paul Revere & The Raiders because you can have fun dancing to their song "Good Thing". This kind of fun is what makes the movie provocative. Laughs: Come on, these hippies are killers, you have to admit you're enjoying it. And you may not be. But it's less of a risk with this soundtrack that, despite its numerous references, doesn't want you to think too hard. It wants you to press the pedal and drive.