By: Edd S. Hurt |
Tuesday January 18, 2005 |
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Get Along Like a House on Fire is a re-creation of a power-pop album
circa 1979. This New York group knows all the tricks: cheesy synth sounds,
a slow one with electric piano, ostinatos, wah-wah punctuation, falsetto
backing vocals, unexceptional use of minor chords, choruses, bridges. Some
of these tunes sound like what The Shazam do about equally as well: fairly
simple structures that are a bit more sophisticated than they appear. As
are The Shazam, Tiger Mountain are obvious but they echo other music that is
a bit subtler without actually being subtle themselves.
But whereas The Shazam are basically antic--Hans Rotenberry's subject is his
own lack of a subject, lack of seriousness, pure formal mastery--Tiger
Mountain are, you know, sincere. Lots of songs here about woman problems:
"She Played Me Too" refers to a "dragon lady" who is also a go-go dancer,
apparently from Saratoga. In that one the dragon lady steals the singer's
keys; "The Occasion" finds Tiger Mountain "stuck inside of a Russian
novella," in the back of a pickup truck, trying to convince this girl that
the occasion is nigh for love. Anyway, stick with me, this song asserts,
and we'll triumph over the sharks in the water and all the users who wait
for "leftover pieces of your soul." I haven't been sleeping on these floors
and standing freezing by the Massachusetts Turnpike for nothing, baby.
Later on there's a tune about another woman who's apparently having
confidence issues and is therefore forced to "dream up anything to escape
the here and now." Which leads to the other time-honored theme explored on
Get Along, Making It in a World Gone Mad. The opener, "Shouldn't Be
Long," uses guitar ostinato and well-timed triplets (a staple in power-pop
since the Beatles introduced the device in the end of "I Want to Hold Your
Hand") to underscore the message that "calendar pages are turning" and
"there's some kind of new underground" (again, very New Wave thinking).
In "Century's Gone" (which ought to be the single if it isn't already),
what the singer learned in school is of no help, "indulgence is our stock in
trade," therefore, the century's gone mad and good riddance, so why not let
it go? "A Certain Slice" asks the question, "Do they expect me to build a
fortress/With this pile of sticks they lay before us?" The fortress, of
course, being the mostly up-tempo, moderately melodic, not unintelligent,
quasi-power-pop the band has concocted here. OK, maybe a bigger apartment
would also be nice.
Tiger Mountain bears comparison with Jet, and in some ways they're better.
Get Along Like a House on Fire is even programmed in the same way as
is Jet's Get Born, with Beatle-esque balladry thrown in to slow
things down. While the singing is a bit dry and if there's a sense of humor
I don't hear too much of it (one can't joke about woman problems and making
it in America's nuclear wasteland), the total sincerity is all-American, as
is the lack of glamour in the music. Which makes this an interesting example
of retro-rock; unlike Jet or many another new '70s-derived pop band, they
seem to really mean what they say and deliver it without undue obliquity or
rock-star ego (and with a more brutal drum attack), yet they've obviously
heard the same canonical, cool stuff most power-pop bands have, so there are
some nice textures and a bag of fairly reliable tricks to get the music
across. Whether or not Tiger Mountain or Jet or The Shazam mean much more
than the sum of their influences is of course an old question and one best
left unanswered.