By: Adrien Begrand |
Monday March 14, 2005 |
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Despite the efforts of practically every college radio station and music writer
in Canada, Montreal's Stars remain little more than a cult favorite in their
home country. Considering the number of breathtakingly beautiful songs they've
recorded, the fact that they simply cannot break through into the mainstream is
both criminal and distressing. But, to their credit, that hasn't fazed them.
Almost two years after the release of their second album Heart, comes
Set Yourself on Fire, a CD which has already placed near the top of
every Canadian critic's year-end list this past December, and for good reason,
as it contains some of the most exquisite music they've ever recorded.
Led by outspoken singer/keyboardist/principal songwriter Torquil Campbell, the
evolution of Stars has been steady; 2000's Nightsongs was heavily
indebted to 80s British pop (ranging from The Smiths to New order), while
Nightsongs boasted the Canadian indie pop classic "Elevator Love
Letter", a lovely single that was as good as any song by any Scottish twee band
out there. Set Yourself on Fire, though, has progressed to the point
where Campbell and company can almost do no wrong, so confident are the songs,
which glide along gracefully, alternating between electro and light indie pop,
all the while imbued with the lushest of pop hooks.
Campbell, always the supremely skilled lyricist, tops himself on several tracks,
displaying a stunning ability to capture poetic snapshots that remain in your
head. Nobody in Canada writes loves songs like he can. On "Your Ex-Lover is
Dead", he muses, "We drove in silence across Pont Champlain/And all of that
time you thought I was sad/I was trying to remember your name," while on the
sweet "What I'm Trying to Say", he fumbles around with clumsy compliments ("You
look so good in the clothes of a poser") before confessing, "I am trying to say
what I want to say without having to say I love you." "The First Five Times"
evokes the brutally honest romanticism of Jarvis Cocker, while the gorgeous
"Reunion" combines memorable images ("Sucking Freezies in the rain") with the
awkwardness of a high school reunion ("Your face hasn't changed/You're
reassembled just like me").
As fine a lead singer as Campbell is, singer/guitarist Amy Millan remains the
band's greatest asset. Possessing a light, airy voice that can make any guy
swoon, she makes every song better, whether she's singing back-up, engaging in
faux-lovers' quarrels with Campbell (like on "The Big Fight"), or singing lead
herself. It's one Millan track, "Ageless Beauty," that is far and away the best
track on the album, a shimmering, upbeat song, heavily influenced by classic
dreampop from the early 1990s. As Millan's layered vocals dominate the mix, the
song exudes both elegance and passion, completely living up to the title.
While the great majority of the album is exceptional, it hits a bit of a bump
near the end on the two vitriolic tracks "He Lied About Death" and "Celebration
Guns," two blunt attacks on George W. Bush that, while fervent, stick out too
much among the more introspective fare on the album. Campbell's lyrics resort
to cheap shots ("I hope your drunken daughters are gay!") instead of poetic
vehemence. After those two songs, though, Stars immediately right themselves on
what may soon become their calling card, "Soft Revolution." Ostentatiously
declaring, "We are here to save your life," the band implores listeners to have
faith in the positive power of pop music, for us to express joy instead of anger
during these tough times. Instead of a violent uprising, Campbell
semi-ironically envisions a revolution where they "hit the streets with all we
had/A tape recording of the sound/Of the Velvet Underground/A K-Way jacket torn
to shreds/And a dream inside our heads." Set Yourself on Fire probably
won't start the kind of revolution they wish for (most Canadians are too busy
listening to Our Lady peace to give a damn), but for the few who do give this
album a listen, there could be no better remedy for this screwed-up world
around them.