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When The Early Reviews Get It Wrong


I can only assume there are plenty of album of reviews out there that the writers of (or at least the publications that ran them) would like to have back. When Nirvana released Nevermind in 1991, Rolling Stone gave it just three stars, the same score they might reserve for a Candlebox reunion record. 10 years later, they would give a five star rating to Mick Jagger's  Goddess In The Doorway, an album even Jagger doesn't talk about too much these days.

In these particular instances, you could chalk these questionable-in-retrospect album reviews up to name recognition. Before "Smells Like Ten Spirit" broke into the mainstream, Nirvana had a fairly small following, so no one knew what a juggernaut Nevermind would become. So, to that reviewer's ears, it likely just seemed like a decent record by a band who almost certainly would not be remembered 20 years down the line. Meanwhile, Jagger's status as a music legend could very well lead certain critics to overrate his new stuff. The idea that someone of his stature could still be turning out great records into his 60s and 70s enough that critics may convince themselves that his new stuff is top notch, when in reality, it's in the middle of the pack.

There are other reasons why albums can be underrated or overrated on their initial release, however. Sometimes, one specific factor, which, in the long run, doesn't actually matter that much, will keep a critic from liking a record. Just look at the relatively low score given to Wilco's Sky Blue Sky in 2007. This was the infamous review where the album was dubbed "dad rock" while viewed as boring in comparison to 2002's Yankee Hotel Foxtrot, which is widely considered to be Wilco's masterpiece. But even if Sky Blue Sky doesn't have quite as sterling a reputation as that record, its reputation has grown considerably in the six years since its release. Where it once might have been viewed as the bastard in the Wilco catalog, it's now fit comfortably among their several other brilliant records. The accusations that the album is boring no longer seem pertinent, and the album is rightly appreciated for it's brilliant songwriting, and excellent guitar work. Honestly, the brilliance of "Impossible Germany" alone should keep this record out of anyone's shit list.

Another record that feels better with time is The Strokes Room On Fire. Admittedly, this album wasn't exactly panned when it came out 10 years ago, as numerous publications gave it four or five stars. Still, it was dogged by one unrelenting criticism: that it sounded too similar to its predecessor. Is This It made American audiences and critics fall in love with The Strokes, and many were expecting something bold and different in album #2. But while there were a few changes to their sound, a ballad like "Under Control" would have never made it on Is This I. The common consensus was that they took the safe route. In 2013, though, this criticism feels considerably less relevant. Who cares if they followed the same formula they sued on the first record? Aren't both records still brilliant? More importantly, in the decade since Room On Fire was released, we've seen The Strokes experiment with their sound, and the results haven't always been encouraging. They've sounded more and like an 80's synth-pop band on their last two records, and the transition hasn't exactly been a smooth one. In retrospect, The Strokes might have made the right decision going the safe route for album two. They were simply going with what they know best.

So, just because an album receives excessive praise or criticism on its initial release, that doesn't mean people will always feel that way. Albums that are bashed when they come out can reveal themselves to be more rewarding with time. On the other hand, albums that are release to mountains of praise can quickly lose their luster. Basically, don't take the words of the critics as gospel, because they could be saying something completely different five years later
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John Hugar



In Defense Of More Of The Same



This past Friday, I picked up Phoenix’s excellent new album  Bankrupt!, and I’ve been playing it to death ever since. After hearing that the album would be more experimental than 2009’s Wolfgang Amadeus Phoenix, the album that turned me onto the band in the first place (yes yes, you’re cooler than me because you got into them with Alphabetical, spare me), I was intrigued but a bit nervous. While experimentation always sounds great on paper, too many bands ruin things by messing with the formula. It’s important to avoid total creative stagnation, but sometimes more of the same is just what the doctor ordered.

Luckily for me, the experimentation on Phoenix’s new album turned out to be rather overstated. yes, they try some new things, but mostly, it’s full of the same catchy choruses and dreamy keyboards that drove their earlier. Phoenix was the rare band that experimented just enough to keep their music from growing stale, without losing the dynamics that brought people on board in the first place.


But the more I think about it, the more I wonder if the notion of “branching out” is highly overrated. Tons of bands have succeeded by sticking to a consistent sound over the years. Look at AC/DC, The Ramones, and Motorhead. None of these bands changed much of anything in their sound over many years together, and it never hurt them. It never turned off the fans, and no band lost a great deal of critical respect as a result.


More importantly, the one time The Ramones did come under critical fire was when they did  try to change things up a bit. 1979’s End Of The Century was produced by Phil Spector, who attempted to add his trademark Wall of Sound to what the Ramones were doing, and it didn’t really work. The album is still respected on the strength of the individual songs, but many agree that the Ramones would have been better had they kept the formula of the first four albums intact.


It’s always amusing to me when bands get criticized for continuing to do the same thing, when the thing they’re doing just happens to be awesome. Look at The Strokes; when Room On Fire came out in 2003, it was criticized for being overly similar to Is This It. there’s just one problem with that: everyone loved Is This It! What was wrong with a second helping. Personally, I actually think Room On Fire is a stronger record anyway because it’s more consistently memorable, but that’s a whole other discussion.

The point is, bands don’t have to reinvent the wheel with every single thing they put out. Some bands can try something new on every album, while others a better off sticking to a more consistent formula, and that’s fine. Instead of criticizing bands for staying in their comfort zones, we should praise them for creating such a pleasurable zone in the first place.



John Hugar


Album Review: The Strokes - Comedown Machine


Hype has always been The Strokes’ worst enemy.  Even before Is This It was released, critics and fans, particularly in England, were already lauding The Strokes as the next great rock band.  Naturally, the backlash was just as intense, the band’s detractors decrying the band as vociferously as their fans defended them.  While it seems a bit silly and overblown in retrospect, the amount of hype directed towards The Strokes has carried over to all of their subsequent releases, affecting the perception of those records in an almost entirely negative way.  After all, when a record is as loved as Is This It, what else can measure up?

Comedown Machine, apparent right from its title, represents the breaking of this formula.  It was recorded quickly, especially considering the six years spent between The Strokes’ previous two records, First Impressions Of Earth and Angles, and in relative secrecy, so anticipation for their newest album has been relatively subdued (this could also be due to the lukewarm reception to Angles, which this writer finds to be extremely underrated).  This environment has allowed The Strokes to make what is possibly their most laid back record, one that’s a bit of a grower, but reveals its subtle charms over time.        

Comedown Machine continues The Strokes’, and lead singer Julian Casablancas’ in particular, infatuation with 80s new wave and Europop, which began in earnest on Casablancas’ solo debut Phrazes For The Young and carried over to Angles.  “Tap Out” opens the album with one of the group’s prettiest melodies, riding a groove similar to “Machu Picchu” from Angles, while Casablancas coos in a quiet falsetto, a vocal technique he uses often, with varying degrees of success throughout Comedown Machine.  The two songs that follow, “All The Time” and “One Way Trigger,” were simultaneously released as singles, and both embody the dichotomy of The Strokes’ latest release.  “All The Time” is this album’s prototypical Strokes single, full of their signature guitars and Casablancas’ distinct wail.  It’s not as immediately memorable as comeback single “Under Cover Of Darkness,” and frankly sounds like it could have been written in their sleep, but still provides the sound that keeps casual fans returning.

“One Way Trigger,” however, represents The Strokes’ true intentions with Comedown Machine.  Riding a synth line straight out of a-ha’s “Take On Me,” “One Way Trigger” shows the group trying to combine their iconic sound to their love of new wave, and it’s an admirable, half-successful song, certainly more interesting and energetic than the by-the-numbers “All The Time.”  However, Casablancas’ falsetto fails him here, as he strains to hit the high notes, ending up sounding like he’s shredding his vocal chords, and not in a good way.

Still, it’s the songs that attempt to tinker with The Strokes’ sound that make up the highlights here.  “Welcome To Japan” is, along with “Tap Out,” the standout track here, successfully melding Strokes signature guitars (both Nick Valensi and Albert Hammond Jr. are fantastic throughout, offering up some of their most mature and tasteful guitar playing to date) with Duran Duran-esque disco pop, along with a welcome dose of humor, offering the most quotable lyric on the record, “What kind of asshole drives a Lotus?”  “Slow Animals” and “Partners In Crime” offer back to back highlights on Comedown Machine’s second half, the former memorable for another great Casablancas vocal and dynamic chorus, while the latter rides a beat that skips along in similar fashion to classics like “Someday.” 

It’s when The Strokes overreach, however, that Comedown Machine begins to drag a bit.  “80s Comedown Machine” attempts a grandiose statement, similar in style to “Ask Me Anything” from First Impressions Of Earth, but at almost five minutes long (the longest song in The Strokes’ discography) overstays its welcome, riding its simplistic groove endlessly.  “50/50” tries for the hardest slab of rock The Strokes have offered to date, but comes off as forced, with Casablancas sounding whiny where he’s trying for anger (the almost comical overuse of their signature vocal distortion here doesn’t help matters).  However, the album’s closing track, “Call It Fate, Call It Karma,” ends the album on a puzzling high note, evoking both Tom Waits and the jazz-rock influences (particularly Steely Dan) that were present on Angles’ similarly minded last song “Life Is Simple In The Moonlight.”

All this adds up to Comedown Machine being one of The Strokes’ most consistent releases.  None of the songs here ever reach the nadir of the worst songs from their two previous records, but its best songs aren’t as immediately attention grabbing as their best singles.  In other words, there’s no “Last Nite” here. However, credit must be given to The Strokes for not resting on their laurels, trying to carve out their own distinctive niche and avoiding writing an Is This It retread.  The Strokes of Is This It were considered a great band; Comedown Machine presents a more interesting band, a band more willing to take risks, but not quite as great as they once were.  Honestly, it’s not a bad trade-off.

Grade: B





Listener's Digest: The Strokes - "Fast Animals"

 
The B-side to The Strokes’ upcoming 7-inch release of their “All The Time” single, “Fast Animals” is, true to its name, a more upbeat take on “Slow Animals,” a cut from their latest release Comedown Machine. Julian Casablancas and his bandmates give a more forceful performance here, as compared to the laid back 80s groove on the album version. Not altogether much different than “Slow Animals,” “Fast Animals” is still an interesting alternate take on the same idea, with “Fast Animals” being the more prototypically Strokes-sounding version of the song. Comedown Machine is out today, with our review coming Friday.

 



Picking Up The Slack For MTV: The Strokes


Remember back in 2001, when that next wave of garage rock was blowing up, and a five piece act out of NYC called the Strokes was leading the way? And then they released a good but not great follow up? And then a couple more follow ups that ranged from awful to just ok? Well if you forgot, then the video for the Strokes new tune "All the Time" is for you. It's nothing different than what we have seen before, clips from the band's past to present, showing just how huge this band has become over the years, despite a drop in quality of music. I'm not sure what to expect from Comedown Machine, the band's 5th LP, set to be released on March 26th. The first leaked tune, "One Way Trigger," was bizarre and just bad, but "All the Time" is certainly an improvement. Until then, enjoy the video.






Thursday Odds and Sods


Naturally I'm leery of e-mails proclaiming a band that happens to be promoted by said e-mail sound like "the saviors of music," but when I saw that British rock mag NME said that about Everything Everything, the band in question, and I had to check them out. Is this young band based in Manchester in fact "the saviors of music?" I'd like think so, because mainstream American music is once again in need of saving, and if these blokes can make an impact in the wastelands with their catchy Radiohead / Bloc Party / Doves / Yeasayer influenced sounds, well, more power to them... although I suspect that they won't and will remain indie darlings. I'm reserving judgement until I hear the sophomore album that's got the British in a tizzy, but I do have to admit, this first single is dynamite.


Here's the new Strokes song that was featured last week, just because a lot of people seem to hate it or consider it "weird." I'm not one of those people.



The Black Angels announced that their fourth album Indigo Meadow is coming out April 2 and released a rather timely single "Don't Play With Guns" that features a marked sonic departure from their first three albums, eschewing 60's psychedelia in favor of an aggressively modern sound that's probably going to piss off a bunch of their fans. The Black Angels also announced some 2013 tour dates; unfortunately Buffalo's not on the list, which makes me sad because while their last Buffalo show got some rough treatment from the blog, it was actually a pretty good show. I'm not going to say it was as good as their 2010 Beggar's Night show at the Tralf with Black Mountain, which was absolutely wonderful, but it was real good.


April 2 is going to be heavy lifting for music fans (or at least for me) with new albums from The Black Angels, Caveman, and The Flaming Lips, who will be generating some hype for their upcoming album The Terror this Sunday night by being featured in a Hyundai commercial that will be aired during the Super Bowl. Of course people are going to bitch "the Flaming Lips sold out!" but frankly, they "sold out" ten years ago when "Do You Realize?" was used in a car commercial and twenty years ago when they performed "She Don't Use Jelly" on 90210, and more to the point, that talk's just effete lameness of the worst kind. These cats have families and they need to get paid, and with nobody showing music videos anymore outside of MTV's faded xerox of 120 Minutes, they've got to get out there somehow, and if this joyfully askew, oddly tasteful, and thoroughly entertaining car commercial gets The Flaming Lips and/or Wayne Coyne trending on Twitter, I'm OK with that.


Cliff Parks