Tobey Veenstra
The Broadside
With a beat reminiscent of your car barreling down the freeway with a flat tire, āThe Gravediggerās Songā kicks off āBlues Funeral,ā Mark Laneganās seventh solo album. Like a flat-tired vehicle in motion, however, the album loses its momentum shortly afterwards.
Though itās been eight years since his previous release āBubblegum,ā former Screaming Trees singer Lanegan hasnāt exactly been on vacation. Heās been busy releasing collaborations with Isobel Campbell (Belle and Sebastian), co-fronting the band The Gutter Twins with Greg Dulli and lending his vocals to UNKLE, Eagles of Death Metal and Queens of the Stone Age albums, to name a few projects.
Returning to his solo project, Lanegan created an album ready to be devoured by fans, despite being sluggish in spots. The loss of momentum on this album, however, isnāt always a bad thing, lending dynamics to an otherwise steady set of songs. After the opener, the album halves its tempo for the somber, drawn-out āBleeding Muddy Waterāāa six-minute track destined to be skipped by listeners seeking more of the first trackās rush. Though the rush doesnāt reoccur, the album does stray into some other interesting directions.
āRiot in My Houseā is loose and lively, evoking punk band The Gun Club and featuring QOTSA frontman Josh Homme, cameoing with his trademark fuzzy, desert-born guitar tone. Following this, āOde to Sad Discoā is a somewhat new area for Lanegan. With a four-to-the-floor beat and syncopated bass line, āOdeā sounds like Lanegan has been listening to a lot of New Order. Other tracks like āSt. Louis Elegyā and āPhantasmagoria Bluesā have Lanegan returning to more familiar territory with their brooding, Ennio Morricone-inspired sound.
And of course, a review of this album shouldnāt go without mentioning producer/multi-instrumentalist Alain Johannesā amazing guitar work. Effects-laden as always, Johannesā melodies sway between moments of bliss and dissonance when called for throughout the album, most notably on āGray Goes Black,ā āQuiver Syndromeā and āThe Gravediggerās Song.ā
āBlues Funeralā will please hardcore fans of the singerās baritone voice, given free range here to reach its gravelly, whiskey-soaked depths (damn, almost a whole review without those comparisons). For newcomers and casual listeners however, it will sound aimless at best.
(Contact: tveenstra@cocc.edu)