Bosman Wrote:It's no surprise that someone out there doesn't enjoy the new album. And I'll be the second to agree that the band, on this album (much like their last couple), has lost its "cottage-friendly lineup of tunes." I don't particularly find this to be as catastrophic as he does. That being said, I am a sucker for the acoustic campfire staples of the Hip collection.
I enjoy World Container. I'm more into this album than I was IVL and IBE. But, I was shocked (yet not really) to find very little criticism around here. This review was harsh and Ben's likely anti-Hip. But everyone here is pro-Hip and as such, it's hard to find an unbiased review.
After nearly 20 years of making music, a band is going to evolve. Some fans ride the wave, others jump on and off as they please and some people never catch the wave at all. He just may be one that doesn't like which way the band is going - that's fine. He'll keep listening to Wheat Kings on repeat.
Well, let me be the first (apparently) to offer a dissenting opinion.
I don't like this record at all. Why not?
Fact is, I completely disagree with the treatment accorded to most of these songs. I find the songs themselves - i.e., lyrics, melody, basic structure - to be heartfelt and, often, terrific. But I find the actual PERFORMANCES of the songs as recorded, to be relentlessly bombastic, histrionic, overblown. They're absolutely smothered all of that massive production, those thirty-or-however-many-it-is tracks on each song, the massive and inhuman wall of sound. Over and over, I find myself wishing that this were a Gord Downie solo CD - allowing these lovely songs to breathe, and to be performed in the genuine, relaxed, open, and low-key way that would have suited them best.
The most egregious offender is 'Last Night I Dreamed You Didn't Love Me.' This has the makings of a true classic. It could be sung by Frank Sinatra, for God's sake; a testament to Downie's evolution as a songwriter. Too bad it's smothered in enough sonic ketchup and 'Rawk band' guitars to make the last U2 album sound like an exercise in restraint. Another example is 'Pretend,' which sounds nice - although frustratingly oversung - until the chorus, when the same old tiresome *big production* sound kicks in. Way to ruin a pretty song by puffing it up.
Even 'Rink' would have more emotional impact if sung in that intimate campfire way.
The only song that, to me, is absolutely nailed on this record is 'The Kids Don't Get It.' That's a song that BENEFITS from a hysterical, speaker-pounding production - a great kind of old man's punk, terrific stuff all around. It's the only really perfect decision on the record.
Bob Rock is only partly to blame. It's no big surprise to find that the mastermind behind entire remainder's bins worth of banal arena rock has produced a Hip album with all the restraint and taste of a bulldozer. But the Hip themselves seem to have defined themselves as a 'Big Sound' rock band and appear to be trapped in that box - to the point that, when handed a bunch of outstanding songs that cry out for restrained intimacy, they plough them under with histrionics.
Too bad. I don't have any resentment or anger about it - the Hip have given me years of pleasure and owe me absolutely nothing. But I seriously doubt that I will ever listen to this record more than a handful of times. I think the best thing for Downie might be to ditch his bandmates at this point. Based on this record, at least, they're not doing him any favours.