2000s Miscellany

This page collects miscellaneous reviews for artists who don’t have their own page.

Coldplay

Parachutes

2000, 5.5/10
As Radiohead retreated from conventional songwriting into more experimental realms, a market niche opened for groups to pursue an accessible adaptation of melancholy semi-acoustic music patented on The Bends. Just as Creed were a poor-man’s version of Pearl Jam, and Limp Bizkit were an even worse version of Rage Against the Machine, Coldplay are a pale imitation of Radiohead.

Where Coldplay fail is that they’re numbingly bland. While vocalist Chris Martin has a plaintive voice, with an impressive upper register, his lyrics might as well have been written by a computer. Musically, they’re a three piece without much identity, even though they pull some strong vocal melodies out on occasion. It is no coincidence that ‘Spies’, the only lyric that doesn’t vaguely skate around the boundaries of a mildly dysfunctional relationship, makes for the most entertaining track.

Parachutes is pleasant if you find it cheap, but I can’t see any listener getting extended listening mileage.

A Rush Of Blood To The Head

2002, 5.5/10
It’s difficult to imagine a less appropriate album title for Coldplay, the purveyors of pre-meditated, neatly-packaged, post-adolescent angst. A Rush Of Blood To The Head is more expansive and ambitious than its predecessor, opening with the aggressive Brit-pop of ‘Politik’ and taking on more ambitious material like ‘Warning Sign’ and ‘Amsterdam’.

‘Clocks’ is Coldplay’s best song yet, based on a Martin piano riff; as mundane as he is, he’s still the most interesting member of Coldplay’s personnel. The other guys might help write the tunes or something, but they’re completely faceless behind their instruments, and are a subservient backdrop to Martin’s vision of sensitive and inoffensive adult pop/rock. It’s not like these Coldplay albums are particularly bad; it’s pretty difficult to find any bad songs on them.

There’s so much more interesting music out there than this faceless conglomerate of British musicians; they’re competent in every aspect, but excellent in none, neglecting what makes great music great in the first place.

X and Y

2005, 6.5/10
Maybe I’m the only person in the world who thinks this, but to my ears, X&Y is Coldplay’s most substantial album yet, with a better ratio of good songs to bad songs than their first two records. They’re still mining the space between Coldplay and U2; the riff in ‘White Shadows’ sounds like the guitarist wants to be The Edge, but I’m not too fussed if they can string together enough good songs like this.

Although Chris Martin is still over emoting about the minutiae of his feelings, these songs seem more meaningful than before. “Lights will guide you home/And ignite your bones/And I will try to fix you” doesn’t make a whole lot of literal sense, but it’s nice. The verse melody of the title track is terrific – if they managed more moments like that, I’d consider owning one of their albums. First single ‘Speed of Sound’ is reminiscent of ‘Clocks’, but best of all is ‘Fix You’ – that softly dramatic chorus is very effective. The acoustic tracks ‘A Message’ and ‘Til Kingdom Come’ are also excellent, and break up the album nicely.

I’m not ranking X&Y too highly still, as there are many other bands that I’d rather listen to, but it’s a step forward over the first two, so if you thought those were enjoyable, prepare to be blown over by X&Y.

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David Gray

White Ladder

2000, 6.5/10
If music betrays its context, then listening to early records from The Kinks and The Beatles would allow the listener to visualise a swinging Carnaby Street full of mods with quirky dress sense. Listening to early seventies Genesis gives the impression of a pastoral England full of mythical creatures, all wanting to seduce Peter Gabriel. Judging from David Gray and Coldplay, 21st-century England has lost its mystique and is full of lovelorn young men moping through drab and miserable winters.

Musically, Gray’s a whiny guy with a nasal voice singing relatively predictable singer-songwriter fare, replete with attractive arrangements and cool synth noises. Some of the arrangements on this record are absolutely gorgeous, admirable when it’s considered that Gray made White Ladder in his London apartment with traffic noises filtering in – the theremin-like keyboard effects in ‘We’re Not Right’ and the stately piano of ‘Babylon’. And despite the self-obsession running through the lyrics (“I got half a mind to scream out loud/I got half a mind to die/So I won’t lose you girl’) Gray does put together a strong batch of songs on White Ladder. It’s no injustice that this record became a sleeper hit for Gray after he spent a few years languishing on the fringes with obscure albums like A Century Ends, Sell, Sell, Sell and Flesh, not hitting the big time until his 30th year. Gray’s lack of humour and self-obsession wear thin quickly, but songs like ‘Please Forgive Me’, ‘Babylon’, and ‘My Oh My’ are catchy despite their low key nature.

TLDR? A singer-songwriter who annoys me somehow creates an album that’s mostly interesting.

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The Mendoza Line

Full of Light and Full of Fire

2005, 8.5/10
The Mendoza Line took their name from a statistical mark in baseball – a batting average below .200 was considered incompetent. The band came from Athens, Georgia, and eventually settled in Brooklyn. They released seven albums between 1997 and 2007, covering musical territory in the cross-section between The Replacements, Whiskeytown, and Richard and Linda Thompson. Full of Light and Full of Fire reportedly drifts closer to alt-country than their earlier records – most notably, the acoustic closer ‘Our Love Is Like A Wire’ recalls the gravitas of a Johnny Cash and June Carter duet. The band’s two vocalists, Timothy Bracy and Shannon McArdle, were married in 2005, but the band broke up in the wake of the couple’s 2007 divorce. 

I’m not familiar with the band’s other albums, but there are some great moments on Full of Light and Full of Fire – Bracy and McArdle duet on ‘Catch A Collapsing Star’, with the memorable line “It’s our limitations that make us what we are.” Bracy’s not far from Paul Westerberg on songs like the acoustic ‘Settle Down, Zelda’ and the punk thrash of ‘Name Names’. The most arresting moment is the pulsing electric guitar behind McArdle’s vocal in ‘Mysterious In Black’. While songs like ‘Our Love Is Like a Wire’ and ‘Catch a Collapsing Star’ navigate through personal relationships, the band’s lyrical scope is wider than you might expect. The opener ‘Water Surrounds’ deals with postpartum depression, while other songs deal with international politics.

The Mendoza Line had a lot of natural assets – dual vocalists, musical diversity, and interesting lyrics – and it’s a shame that they wound up soon after Full of Light and Full of Fire.

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Andy Thornton

Sunflower Girl

2005, 8/10
When you have a review blog, sometimes you receive review requests. Sunflower Girl is almost the only unsolicited album I’ve received that I’ve genuinely enjoyed and revisited.

Sunflower Girl‘s songs were written in the year that followed Thornton’s wife’s passing from cancer at 29. As you’d expect, based on such circumstances, Sunflower Girl is utterly sincere. As much as Sunflower Girl is a lyrics focused album, it’s arguably more of a triumph musically; Thornton has a tendency to occasionally lapse into overused metaphors about ships and rainbows, not a surprise when the subject matter is so direct, while most of his melodies are genuinely memorable and his stripped down arrangements suit the material perfectly.

One frame of reference for Thornton is seventies folkie Roy Harper; Thornton’s voice has a similar lilt, his lyrics share the same yearning romanticism, and if he’s further from pure folk than Harper, his acoustic finger-picking still betrays a strong folk influence. Thornton handles most of the instrumentation himself, and recorded the songs in his home studio, and it sounds great.

Sunflower Girl’s strongest songs include ‘Under My Skin’, with a jazzy feel and some of Thornton’s most inventive lyrics (“She’s a poppy field/When you thought you’d see wheat”). The opening ‘Shake The Moon Down’ is agreeably memorable, while ‘Safely Home’ ends the album beautifully, with an uplifting resolution and gorgeous, subtle orchestration. There are pretty acoustic melodies like ‘That Girl’ and ‘He Does Not Deserve You’, and the pretty ‘Rosey (One More Time)’. The title track is overwrought, not surprising given the circumstances. It’s to Thornton’s credit as a writer that he captures a wider range of emotions than just the grief expressed on this song.

As an eloquent expression of difficult emotions, Sunflower Girl is a success. Thornton’s music legitimately serves as a conduit for his emotions and as a window to his soul.

If you’d like a copy of Sunflower Girl, visit https://andythornton.bandcamp.com/album/sunflower-girl.

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Glenn Tilbrook

The Incomplete Glenn Tilbrook

2001
Squeeze frontman Glenn Tilbrook released his solo debut almost a quarter-century after his band’s debut. It’s odd hearing him without Difford’s witty lyrics, Writing his own lyrics, or collaborating with respected young songwriters like Aimee Mann and Ron Sexsmith, Tilbrook is free to be as soulful or plaintive as he wants. Tilbrook and producer Andy Metcalfe handle most of the instruments competently, while Jools Holland’s brother Chris pops in for an organ solo.

His solo debut, The Incomplete Glenn Tilbrook, often resembles Crowded House, although Tilbrook is even less edgy than cuddly Neil Finn. His statement of purpose is neatly encapsulated in standout track ‘G.S.O.H. Essential’; “Considering the experience I’m pushing out the boat…I don’t know if it will sink or sail majestically…I’m running a small shop/In the age of the global superstore.” Later in the same track, he graciously concedes that “the Monkees weren’t a real band but I still loved them…I suppose it’s not such a big leap from them to S Club Seven,” while he ends with a sly reference to Squeeze’s first single (“You can take me now I’m yours”).

Other standouts include a brace of gorgeous ballads. ‘Other World’ and ‘You See Me’ are both sappy but beautiful. These are balanced by less earnest efforts such as ‘Interviewing Randy Newman’, a personal apology from Tilbrook to Newman for an ill-fated interview (“Yes I was something less than a resounding success with Randy Newman”), and an ungraceful acceptance of aging on ‘Up The Creek’. Early editions of The Incomplete Glenn Tilbrook come with a bonus disc of solo live performances from the album, which are pleasant but hardly essential.

I fished Incomplete Glenn Tilbrook out of a bargain bin soon after its release, but it’s held up very well for me.

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Steve Wynn

Here Come The Miracles

2001, 9.5/10
While Steve Wynn’s former band The Dream Syndicate garnered critical acclaim with their 1982 debut The Days Of Wine And Roses, they petered out into cult status. When the band broke up, front-man Steve Wynn continued in a similar vein, with a respectable but low profile solo career. Almost twenty years after The Days Of Wine And Roses, with little fanfare, Wynn unleashed a sprawling nineteen song set that deserves to be mentioned alongside the great double albums. Set in L.A. and recorded quickly in Arizona, the geographic identity is key; not only does the record have a sun-baked atmosphere that’s simultaneously paranoid and lethargic, but it’s full of reference points in the titles (‘Topanga Canyon Freaks’, Southern California Line’, ‘Death Valley Rain’, ‘Sunset To The Sea’) and lyrics.

Here Comes The Miracles is constructed around classic rock textures; it’s all nice warm organic guitars, organs and Fender Rhodes. Neil Young’s a good reference point, while there’s a touch of Lou Reed in Wynn’s vocal delivery, as he uses spoken delivery on some of the more intense moments. Instrumentally it could have been made in the late 1960s, but it also has a grungy tang that dates it much later; it’s too gritty and nasty to have been made in the sixties. It’s attractively warm and organic, while it has enough edginess and attitude to give it identity and make it a major work in its own right. Mostly it’s rock oriented, ranging from moodiness in the epic ‘Good And Bad’ and ‘Sustain’ to nastier rockers like ‘Smash Myself To Bits’ and ‘Crawling Misanthropic Blues’. There’s also pop gorgeousness on the delicate ‘Morningside Heights’, which is a gentle piano pop song that still dovetails neatly into the rest of the record. Despite the relatively negative tone of the record it’s book-ended by two quasi-spiritual statements; the opening title track, and the closing ‘There Will Come A Day’, which closes the record on an uplifting note, tying the loose ends of the record together and following another great rock tradition of the ‘My Back Pages’ ripoff (see also ‘Born to Run’, or Neil Young’s ‘Country Home’).

I can’t think of another double album in the rock lexicon where there’s not one disposable track.