By: Val Tsoutsouris |
Tuesday January 18, 2005 |
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There might be a universe where Caviar is a tremendously popular band.
It's just nowhere near this one.
That's not to say Caviar stinks. Actually, they are quite wonderful.
But if you can't get a one-liner off at Caviar's expense, then you
probably don't get Caviar.
Caviar plays extremely melodic pop-rock with overdriven guitars in the
Cheap Trick-midwestern tradition. Of course, there are probably a lot of bands
that do that, but what separates them from, say, Third Eye Blind, are two
things. The first is a snarky, sarcastic sense of humor where they nickname their
fans the Caviarmy and sing about white guys being on the down low while winking
but not winking too hard.
The second is an everything-and-the-kitchen-sink production value that helps
craft the hook. Specifically, they use tape loops and samples to interesting
effects. Stripped down, the songs hold up on their own; built up, the songs
are little masterpieces.
For those who have buried themselves knee-deep in emo or metal or any subgenre
that pours the self-loathing on thick, Caviar is part of a balanced diet. This
is fun, nu-glam rock for people who didn't like the old glam rock.
Their self-titled 2000 debut, built from the ashes of the Chicago post-grunge
outfit Fig Dish, was a surprisingly fully realized gem with lyrics like, "You
got the goldmine, I got the shaft/You're Thomas Jefferson, I'm William Howard
Taft."
The Thin Mercury Sound continues in that tradition. In some universe,
people are paying attention.