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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
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Review: |
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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. |
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