|  | Review:  |  | I've been meaning to write this review for three months now. 
                  First off I was going to write about how awful it was that such 
                  a wonderful pop record as Mass Romantic could 
                  just flitter by underneath virtually every radar, mainstream 
                  or indie, as it did last winter. But then I waited about until 
                  three or four other 
                  rags and sites wrote that review, making it redundant for 
                  me to do so. So I put the disc on the back burner for another 
                  month or two. Not that it ever really fell out of listening 
                  rotation or anything. In fact, it's still right there, in my 
                  carrying case, going everywhere I go, just in case I need some 
                  Brit-pop-by-way-of-Canada mojo during the day. My second great idea about writing a review of this disc was 
                  to mimic PostLibyan's trilogy idea. 
                  We've theorized on the site before about the 
                  general vibe of Eastern Canada / Toronto music these days 
                  and I thought it might be fun to compare and contrast a few 
                  other Canadian acts like The Black Halos and Propaghandi and, 
                  of course, The New Pornographers. But that turned out to be 
                  a lot of work, and besides, I took a vacation and forgot half 
                  of what I was thinking about anyway. So now I'm left with no 
                  real concept for this review, though I think a stripped down 
                  outline of that whole "what's up with Canadians" thing might 
                  still find its way into the light of day eventually. I guess the third paragraph is as good a place as any to actually 
                  start talking about the record, huh? Mass Romantic 
                  is a wonderful little collection of Canadian Brit-pop. (Don't 
                  try to figure that out.) Of course, that doesn't tell you much 
                  of jack shit about the music, does it? Are they Beatles-esque 
                  Brit-pop, or are they Blurrish Brit-pop? Or maybe they're Morrissey 
                  Brit-pop? Housemartin-a-licious? "Brit-pop" doesn't really tell 
                  you fuck from all, does it? We'll, they're not Idlewild. They're not Tricky. Mass 
                  Romantic blends a mostly Beatles-esque pop-hook catalogue 
                  with a dozen or so swirly organ sounds, only with the keys mixed 
                  well so they blend in with the stays-crunchy-in-milk guitar 
                  riffs and the sing-a-long lyrics. In short, they're everything 
                  all of those other reviews say they are. And they're pretty 
                  good at it. The band, The New Pornographers, is apparently a 
                  Canadian super group, too (although none of the members were 
                  in Loverboy at any time, nor is Bryan Adams present, so I'm 
                  unsure what the hell people are talking about when they say 
                  that.) Neko Case is the most recognizable 
                  name I can find in the liner notes, and she's only recognizable 
                  due to her tendency 
                  to undress during concerts. Oh well. I like the disc. I really do. The Slow Descent Into Alcoholism 
                  and Jackie are near perfect pop songs, the likes of which 
                  just don't get made much any more. Letter From an Occupant 
                  stands well above most radio pop as well. And while the disc 
                  as a whole loses some momentum during the Execution Day-Centre 
                  For Holy Wars section of the program it never really bogs 
                  down to the point where you stop singing along. All told I'd 
                  give it 5 sponges. Mass Romantic isn't going to 
                  change many people's worlds, but it is a solid pop record, and 
                  while it will inevitably get bumped around by the newest, brightest, 
                  shiniest release of the week, you'll probably find that it somehow 
                  makes it's way back into the carrying case o' cds at the expensive 
                  some of those bright-n-shinies once the new stuff loses it's 
                  newness. I just don't understand the idea of a Canadian super group 
                  that doesn't involve Bryan Adams. |  |