|  | Introduction:  |  | I am in the process of going through all of the stuff that 
                  I’ve been listening to this year and composing my traditional 
                  End of Year compilation. In so doing, I am running across a 
                  lot of music that has been integral and often omnipresent to 
                  my listening in 2003, but that didn’t get reviewed for one reason 
                  or another. These are three albums that fall into that category. 
                  I think the reason they never got reviewed is that, while I 
                  adore all three groups, and while I listened to all three steadily 
                  from point of release until now, none of them are really anything 
                  new or different from what the bands have done before, respectively. It might make sense to read the reviews in the order I wrote 
                  them. Or not. Whatever. 
                  Electric 
                    Version by The New Pornographers Naturaliste 
                    by The Lucksmiths Red Devil Dawn by Crooked Fingers |  | 
             
              |  | Review:  |  | In the previous two reviews i started off with 
                  an "album substitution rule". That rule applies less to Red 
                  Devil Dawn with regards to Bring 
                  on the Snakes. Crooked Fingers introduces a few noticeably new elements into 
                  their mix, this time around, upping the ante a little with a 
                  few carnival sounds here and there. The result is a slightly 
                  lighter, less grim feel than their earlier releases. Less clinically 
                  depressed, life-long alcoholic malaise; more “I’m don’t need 
                  therapy or psychotropic meds, but I still think life is ugly 
                  and mean.” But with that said, it’s not like you’re going to 
                  pop the disc in and exclaim with shocked awe, “This is Eric 
                  Bachmann? Where the hell did he get this from?” It is not, in 
                  short, anything remotely like the change from Archers 
                  of Loaf to Crooked Fingers, 
                  and a basic test of whether or not you’re going to like the 
                  album is “did you like the first two?” This album, like the others i am comparing it to, is slightly 
                  disappointing precisely because of it's predictability. Red 
                  Devil Dawn gets a few extra bonus points for aforementioned 
                  formula tweaks. 
                 But on a level aside from formulaity, one probably needs to 
                  ask, why would bands who have already “found themselves” so 
                  to speak, and who all have rabid fan bases who support them, 
                  make changes to their sounds midstream? Simply to prove they 
                  can? That borders perilously close to beat-the-crap-out-of-the-pretentious-kid 
                  for my tastes. To make sure critics say gushy things about their 
                  “willingness to improvise and push their own boundaries?” Fuck 
                  critics. Most of us are on the wrong side of that same border 
                  anyway. Experimentation and expansion of palette is all fine 
                  and good, and I’d hate to live in a world where no one 
                  kept pop music alive and fluid by injections of the new, but 
                  they are not ends of themselves. Many fine musicians have churned 
                  out complete dreck in the attempt to prove themselves more than 
                  “just a pop star,” to the general detriment of the rest of us. The point, I guess, is sometimes, you just want a freakin’ 
                  cheeseburger. Yes, it’s great to drop by the hole-in-the-wall 
                  Malaysian place for some piping hot pad thai, but you’d be rather 
                  sad if Zesto’s replaced good old number two with anything involving 
                  rice noodles. To me, all three of these bands are basically 
                  cheeseburgers, and while I can understand where some people 
                  might ask, “why can’t they add spicy mustard for a change,” 
                  I am personally fond of your basic yellow mustard in a squeezy-tipped 
                  bottle. 
                 I believe my metaphor has run away from me. I’ll sum up with 
                  the big sponge assignment as pay off. Red Devil Dawn is a Crooked Fingers CD. Much 
                  like Weezer, you really 
                  should know what that entails by now. (If you don’t, then you’ve 
                  avoided the previous Crooked Fingers releases, and should probably 
                  do the same with this one. Unless you just didn’t know about 
                  them; then you should go get a CF disk, quite possibly this 
                  one, and give them a try.) This album takes the Crooked Fingers 
                  vibe and lightens it up a bit, and I appreciate that. I give 
                  it five sponges, with the caveats from above for previous tastes. 
                  It’s a bacon cheeseburger served at 4AM, built to soak up the 
                  leftover gut-rot you’ve been swilling all night long. |  |