By: Adrien Begrand |
Saturday April 30, 2005 |
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Try as he might, Glenn Hughes will always be remembered as one of the
more memorable replacement players in rock music. From 1974 to 1976, he
replaced Roger Glover as the bassist for Deep Purple, and shared lead
vocals with another notable journeyman in David Coverdale, who replaced
Ian Gillain. Then, in 1986, Hughes was a part of Tony Iommi's
disastrous attempt to resurrect post-Ozzy, post-Dio Black Sabbath in 1986. Over
the past three decades, he has put out a smattering of solo records and
collaborations with fellow musicians (such as Joe Lynn Turner and
Iommi), but it's his performance on the highly underrated 1975 Deep
Purple gem Burn that most will ever care the most about.
Still, the guy keeps plugging along, and his newest solo disc, Soul
Mover, attempts to revitalize Hughes's career. For this album,
Hughes has assembled an ace band behind him, comprised of Red Hot Chili
Peppers drummer Chad Smith, and guitarist JJ Marsh (with Hughes handling
his usual bass and lead vocals), and a tight unit it is, as Marsh often
lets fly with flashy licks and sinewy riffs that hearken back to the
hard rock glory days of the late 1980s, while Smith and Hughes form a
formidable rhythm section, bolstered by Smith's thunderous funk-fueled
percussion. "Soul Mover" (which features a guest solo by Dave Navarro) and
"She Moves Ghostly" offer no-frills hard rock, the band sounding
terrific, but the more the 66 minute disc wears on, the more bloated it
becomes, each track sounding more and more like an empty Chili Peppers
imitation, or even worse, evoking the turgid tones of Audioslave, the band
resorting to tired riffs, lachrymose tempos, hookless melodies, and
pretentious attempts at adding deeper, "spiritual" sounds to the music. The
album periodically tries to wake up from its sleepwalk through hard
rock cliches ("Change Yourself", "Let it Go", and "Isolation", for
instance), but are unable to save what gradually becomes a tiresome
noodlefest. Soul Mover earnestly tries to add nuance to old-fashioned hard rock, but ultimately tries much too hard, and loses any soul it might
have had in the process.