By: Brett Hickman |
Thursday July 06, 2006 |
Genrerock PublisherWarner Bros. Records External Links |
If there's one group that has absolutely no business stretching their limited
resources any thinner it would have to be the Red Hot Chili Peppers. A solid
live act and a killer "Greatest Hits" band for sure, but front to back their
single album releases have taken some patience to slog through and at 28 tracks
spread over two discs (one dubbed "Jupiter," the other, "Mars") Stadium
Arcadium is a mind-numbing audio ordeal in one sitting.
However, there is some good to very strong material here, particularly on the
"Mars" side. I'm not sure what the story is with "Jupiter," quite frankly.
"Jupiter's" 14 tracks nearly made me want to crack both discs in half and stomp
on them until they took on powder form. For quick boiling down: "Jupiter" is
for you if you're more a fan of the band's By The Way &
Californication period what with its more cloistered arrangements and
larger pop sensibility; while "Mars" is more akin to Blood, Sugar, Sex,
Magik and perhaps aspects of Mother's Milk or One Hot Minute
(the most maligned of the band's catalog, but it has its moments in "Warped,"
"My Friends" and "Aeroplane").
Oddly enough, the tracks on "Jupiter" that work the best are the more inane
ones, something that is surprising considering the band's been doing this
shtick for a very long time. A double team of "Hump de Bump" and "She's Only
18" bust out with the most energy and abandon. Guitarist John Frusciante, a
performer I'm not remotely as fond of as his cult-ish fans are, tears it up
particularly on "18." On the "Mars" side "Desecration Smile" and "Readymade"
loom largest, but the second disc overall is quite strong, featuring the band
at their loudest and fiercest.
Singer Anthony Kiedis's voice may have grown a bit over the years, but I'd much
rather go back to the days when he was unintelligible. The lyrics this
preening monkey spits out are groan worthy at best and wincingly awful at
worst. Also, and I am not making fun of it, but Kiedis' lisp is always a
put-off. His oft-used state/city references sinks lead single "Dani
California," and the gentle, genteel "Slow Cheetah" is the Peppers at their
most MOR. "Slow Cheetah" is representative of Stadium Arcadium's
overall weakness. The song and the band coast tepidly on half of this album,
giving the listener the impression that, while it may have been a blast to
chill out and record the album (drummer Chad Smith had tracked his drum parts a
full year before the album's completion, giving him a great vacation I would
imagine), a little more fire under the band's collective asses would've yielded
stronger results.
Blame producer Rick Rubin for this, at least partially. Though it was the
band's decision to stick with someone they're "comfortable" with. When they
first hooked up with Rubin on 1991's Blood, Sugar... he was still fresh
off producing rappers and the band obviously vibed strongly with him. But with
each successive release the liveliness of the playing has been reigned in and
the perfunctory playing has been ratcheted up many notches. The nadir being
2002's By The Way an abortion of a record wherein the band went out of
their way to craft simplistic pop hooks that veered as far away from their funk
roots as possible. The band, particularly Flea, have indicated in recent
interviews that they were close to falling apart on that record, with the
bassist indicating he had every intention of quitting after their touring for
it was done.
But with this album the band squashed any strained interpersonal relationships
and the creativity surged forth. But again, editing is needed. 28 tracks is
too much for this band and their limited capacity. Whereas the three musicians
(Flea, Chad and Frusciante) have formed a tight, jamming unit, Kiedis tends to
muck things up with his mook sing-song vocals and lyrics. But when you look at
the percentages, the good outweighs the bad by a slight margin. Oddly enough,
this is indeed a record perfect for the summer season.