By: Michael Tatum |
Tuesday January 18, 2005 |
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"Rock and Roll is killing my life," claims
Dean Wareham, and no, it's not in a lyric -- it's the first in a list of ten
reasons he's giving to journalists for finally breaking up the band after seven
records. Really though, he hasn't quite been the same since Elektra dumped him
and his cohorts in the late '90s, after thanklessly crafting two records superb
enough to push them into critical adoration but quirky enough to keep them in
the college rock ghetto. Wareham has certainly penned some great songs since,
not to mention commandeered Velvet Underground-styled re-toolings of
non-originals from the likes of the Stones and Guns 'N Roses. But there's
definitely been some downsizing on his end: while the 1995 peak
Penthouse was grand, gorgeous, as monolithic as the Empire State yet as
languorous as a three A.M. poker game, this one is fleet, wiry, as breezy as a
convertible drive down the California coast, but as homely as angora.
Still, though their current production techniques could veer a little less from
the thin and trebly, "Speedbumps" is a jaunty delight, and the rerecording of
the New Order takeoff "Astronaut" is even more euphoric than the version on
last year's EP. But if the first half of this record is a fond enough
farewell, the slower second half isn't so much a tearful goodbye as a tired
one, and could have easily been salvaged by one of their patented spiffed-up
covers. So here's hoping Wareham recharges his batteries on an extended
vacation -- his band justly outlasted Smashing Pumpkins and Alice in Chains,
and even at half-speed they have twice as much to give than either.