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$14.99 CD
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THE HOLD STEADY
Boys & Girls in America
(Vagrant)
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"Stuck Between Stations" |
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"Chips Ahoy!" |
First, let me speak to the fans; buy this record. If you've already
been sold on the Hold Steady's brand of alcohol-fueled, darkly
poetic barroom classic rock, don't hesitate on this one. Perhaps
a few of you whose identity is wrapped up a bit too tightly in
keeping it real will criticize John Agnello's (Sonic Youth, Dinosaur
Jr., Bob Dylan, Alice Cooper, etc.) production as making the band
sound too powerful, just too good, but I think there is little
doubt that this is the Hold Steady's best album to date. Agnello
coaxed out the beauty in Craig Finn's ranting vocals, and focused
this loose but surprisingly talented bunch of players on Finn's
best batch of songs. On the other hand, if you are unsure why
you should care about this pale, doughy, re-hashed bar band, let's
explore.
There are a few hurdles the unconverted need to cross before we
can embrace the Hold Steady. The first is regarding their classic
rock, bar band aspirations; is it possible for a group of indie
rockers in 2006 to try this hard to sound like mid-'70s Bruce
Springsteen and the E Street Band and not end up sounding like
Eddie and the Cruisers? I'm still not sure, but I can say with
confidence that if anyone can pull it off, it's these guys. Vocalist
Craig Finn gets all the press in this band, but this is far from
a one-man show; the rhythm section is loose and exhilarating,
Tad Kubler's riffing, soaring guitars and Franz Nicolay's swinging
piano and swelling Hammond organ are often thrilling, and John
Agnello's deft production crafts unabashedly epic, soaring rock
and roll.
And what of Finn's much-heralded street-urchin poetry? As with
his heroes Springsteen and Tom Petty, Finn paints broad portraits
of the everyman by focusing on minute details of everyday life,
and he compellingly tells tales of lost, aimless youth running
wild (and desperate) on the dead end streets of unglamorous suburbs
and gray cities (namely Minneapolis, where Finn is from). On Boys
and Girls in America, the sad and wasted cast of characters
are just past their prime and vainly trying to hang onto their
past glory days -- days of pills, pot, and copious amounts of
alcohol, looking for a fix and a kiss and just starting to realize
that neither are quite as exhilarating or liberating as they once
were. Finn has a sharp eye for the details of desperation. "Sucking
on each other at the demonstrations, making sure their makeup's
straight, crushing one another with colossal expectations, dependent,
undisciplined, sleeping late" he shouts over the churning
guitars in "Stuck Between Stations," or on the single
"Chips Ahoy!" the anti-hero laments "I love this
girl but I can't tell when she's having a good time." And
the chorus soars "How am I supposed to know that you're high
if you won't let me touch you? How am I supposed to know that
you're high if you won't even dance?"
The questions are prescient, but the characters are pathetic,
and it's hard to know how to feel about their pain; even the most
sympathetic are really just trying to cadge a free ride and a
higher high, and Finn's songs try to make heroes of decadent college
dropouts. In his radio staple "Thunder Road," Bruce
Springsteen sings, "So you're scared and you're thinking
that maybe we ain't that young anymore. Show a little faith, there's
magic in the night, you ain't a beauty, but hey you're alright,
oh and that's alright with me." On the Hold Steady's "Southtown
Girls," Finn sings, "Southtown girls won't blow you
away, but you know that they'll stay." The difference is
painfully clear, as Finn emulates Springsteen's sound and attitude,
but not his compassion or hope
his characters are also small-time
losers, but their aspirations don't extend much beyond blacking
out in the arms of anyone, and there is not a lot of beauty, more
likely disdain.
Regardless, the Hold Steady are one of the more compelling rock
bands out there today, and Finn's storytelling is smart, fun and
telling, reveling in the sharp details of modern life like the
Arctic Monkeys' Alex Turner or Pulp's Jarvis Cocker, and despite
the shortcomings, or maybe because of them (as with his characters
and their gigantic flaws), Finn and the Hold Steady have delivered
a remarkably human, triumphant rock and roll record. [JM]
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