Thursday, April 24, 2008

Review: Nine Inch Nails: Ghosts I-IV

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Nine Inch Nails
Ghost I-IV
Null
2008

Listening to Ghosts I-IV, I am reminded of the eccentric ambient and electronic genius Richard D. James' alter ego Aphex Twin's 2001 album drukqs. Coming of age during the techno era of the '90s, I was a huge admirer of James and his various musical noms de plume that included Aphex Twin, AFX and Polygon Window. I loved the way James played with noises and sounds. To me James is a modern day Mozart. Ridiculed by many for creating intelligent dance music to some, in reality through his many guises James was creating the soundscapes to our future. There's no doubting that James was ahead of his time, mocked by the masses and respected by few.

One of those few, however, was a likeminded music soul mate from across the Atlantic, Trent Reznor. Reznor himself is an artist out of time that has been championed and condemned by the critics and his fans for his creative choices during his very eclectic and illustrious career. Who could forget after the top charting success of 1994's Downward Spiral, he followed up the hit "Closer" by distancing himself from the mainstream by creating the beautiful masterpiece of 1999's The Fragile. Even though The Fragile once again topped the charts, those who were expecting the sequel to Spiral were confused and somewhat conflicted. I wasn't. The Fragile was the soundtrack to my days and nights working in a cubicle as a special orders clerk at a bookstore in San Antonio. I hated my job so much that I annoyed my co-workers by playing my cassette version of The Fragile over and over again. Listening to it gave me the courage to walk away from a job and a city that was lifeless and stifling.

It seems that every NIN release equates to a life-changing event in my life. Ghosts comes in a time when I have found peace in L.A. I had been moving around trying to find my place in my world. Through out all of my many journeys, Trent's Nine Inch Nails have been there for me, from a distance, during many difficult periods in my life. So when I heard that Trent was releasing his first album without the confines of a record label, I quickly pre-ordered a copy and offered my support to this artist whose creations have influenced me for just about 20 years.

As I ordered Ghosts, I read that Trent's new album would be full of instrumentals, a soundtrack to daydreams. I was intrigued. Saying this and being a writer, I have to state a disclaimer that I am normally not a fan of instrumentals. I love words, especially grandiose inspiring lyrics that grab you as the soundtrack plays along with the rhythm that is the vocal instrument in the band.

Remembering how much I adored the wordless music from Aphex Twin, as I listened to Ghosts, drukqs came to mind. Each song from that album brought up scenes and emotions in my mind when I first heard it waiting at Louis Armstrong Airport terminal in New Orleans. What I started doing with each title-less track was naming each song. (This is something that my buddy Matt did for his copy of Ghosts.) With this concept in mind, listening to Ghosts is like contributing to your very own music version of Choose Your Own Adventure. The amazing thing is that everyone's foray into Ghosts will be a unique and personal experience.

The first track I dubbed "Distorted Stillness." I loved the way the solitary piano keys were invaded by echoing high pitched sound effects towards the end of the song. I recommend that you not only name that tune but listen to Ghosts with headphones, so you can experience every little sound that Trent Reznor and his crew have created for your lifted enjoyment.

Track two, or "Anticipatory Invasion," sounds like the eve of an invasion. It's like that moment leading up to a climax and you can feel something about to happen, the fuzzy noises clashing with the beautiful piano keys. A preface to the "The Day the Whole World Went Away" from The Fragile, track three is the first of many appearances by guest guitarist Adrian Belew. I dubbed this song "Ape Quest." It sounds like a modern day theme for an unmade Planet of the Apes movie. I totally dig Belew's funky riffs and the Middle Eastern vibe floating through out.

Track four "Solo Fury." The guitars sound like explosion of anger. This one conjures up the feeling when someone has pushed you too far, you're mad as hell and you just blow up with fury. Track five is "Stalking the Wetlands." The heavy breathing reminds me of the effect that Depeche Mode used in Music for the Masses "Little 15." That same breathing reminds me of a stalker watching someone outside from afar. The piano also echoes the same keys from "Closer."

Track 6 is "In Search of Fortunes." Track 7's "Zero Funk" sounds like an outtake of Year Zero. Track 8 is "Blizzard Fear." Imagine being lost in a blizzard with arctic wind and snow attacking your face as you struggle for breath. Track 9 is "Mourning with Pong." This one is like playing a video game after your father's funeral while listening to his favorite classical radio station in his honor. Track ten begins Ghosts II with the very eerie "March of Gothic Goblins." This one reminds me of this one track off a Ghostly Sounds album where the sounds of goblins would appear and scare the crap out of me. Track eleven is "Art of War Room Seduction." Track 12 is the "Last Taste by the Window." The feeling of watching your lover walk away as you savor their taste in your mouth while replaying the last time you were together in your head.

After a while your titles begin to tell the story for you. Track 13 is "Midnight Aphex Breath." Track 14, "Devo Redux," is one of my favorites; I especially love the shredding guitar solo by Belew. Track 15, "Tumbling Hash in Berlin." Track 16 "Delirious Downtown Chase." Track 17 is "underground fetish girls." Track 18 is "Autobahn arousal."

Ghosts III starts with Track 19 the very upbeat and percussion layered "Screams of a Dominatrix Scars." Track 20 is "Swarm of the Quarantined." Track 21 is "Japanese Scheme." I love the layering of instruments on Ghosts III especially on Track 22's "Cumpleaños Flashback" which actually includes a dulcimer in the soundtrack. You can feel the excited fury within the riled up riffs in Track 23 "Cumming's Revenge." Track 24's "The Bleeding of Head Hunted" brings back the Front 242-esque industrial rhythms that I loved so much back in the day with the movie sampled effects to match. Track 25 follows with "Rigor Mortis Frequency." Track 26 is "Free-bass Bust." Ghost III closes with Track 27's the guitar anthem "Blazed in Leather Boot Remission."

Ghosts IV begins with Track 29's acoustic guitar filled "Lack Water Blues." This one reminds me of the unplugged laments Trent made on Still, the bonus disc that accompanied the live document All That Could Have Been.

Track 30 is the very funky piano based "Howling Intruder." By this point you begin to recognize some of the familiar beats and sounds that Trent played with earlier on reappear on the last phase of Ghosts. Track 30 is the beautiful strangeness that is "Punch Stop Love." Track 31 brings the metal with "Nightmare Pesada." Track 32 is "Sudden Outbreak." Track 33 "Gavel of the Gods" sounds like an ode to Einstürzende Neubauten.

Despite its acoustic flourishes, Track 34 "Dummy Purity" echoes a kinetic influence from Portishead. As Adrian Belew once again shines his mighty riffs on Track 35's "Narcoleptic Shakedown," Ghosts closes with the very somber "Exhausted Vision Rise." The last track reminds me how wickedly the morning sky would look after beating the night and stumbling into bed wasted to the sound early morning light.

As the last notes of Ghosts faded away, it reminded me of that timeless quote from William Blake. "The road of excess leads to the palace of wisdom." If Aphex Twin's drukqs was a precursor to swallowing the excess than Ghosts is the ultimate trip. I'm sure even Aphex Twin himself, Richard James, would enjoy this rhythmic excursion.

Adrian Ernesto Cepeda
04.22.2008

Review: Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds: Dig, Lazarus Dig!!!

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Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds
Dig, Lazarus Dig!!!
Mute/Anti
2008

"Dig Yourself.."

These are the first words you hear from Nick Cave on Dig, Lazarus, Dig!!!. What a way to start a Bad Seeds album! You can always get a feel for what's up and coming on a Cave record by the first song. Abattoir Blues and The Lyre of Orpheus shot out with an uproarious gospel-like anthem "Get Ready for Love." Nocturama and No More Shall We Part each led off with melancholy piano based numbers. Dig welcomes us with the hilarious and wickedly cool resurrection tale of Lazarus.

Mi amigos, you are in for a special treat. Nick Cave trades in his mad man preacher vibe for ringleader of the elegant ruffians better known to you as the Bad Seeds. He's a post-modern lyrical gunslinger in a corporate gangster world. Instead of committing acts of indiscretions, Cave and his band of Bad Seeds create an atmosphere of mayhem and beauty likes of which has yet to be equaled in this modern music age.

Think about it, there is no band or artist that can match Cave's lyrical genius and the rhythmic intensity of the Bad Seeds. They are, bar none, the most dynamic band of our generation. And the sad thing is that the majority of the mainstream is clueless to their boisterous brilliance. Unfortunately, Dig, Lazarus, Dig!!! will not make anyone new converts to the Nick Cave camp, though this is not necessarily a bad thing. For the vintage Cave fans, Dig is the next step in a sonic journey that began in the seeds of a side project that bred the infamous foursome known as the Grinderman.

I like to think that Grinderman's roots came out of Cave's foray into screenwriting, which yielded the very explosive screenplay for the Australian bloodbath of a western called The Proposition. That movie told about the horrific crimes committed by the Burns brothers' gang. The remnants and themes of this storytelling made their way into the Grinderman project. The album is a testosterone-injected rock epic that bleeds the passionate fire inside of every starving soul that is a Grinderman.

In fact, you can hear the spirit of the Grinderman injected into Dig. Gone are the piano-based and violin-tinged love songs of Bad Seeds yore. This is a more of a plugged in, cranked up, adrenaline surging direction for Cave. His voice has grown more confident and animated. He seems like a looser lad who sounds like he's having a blast while singing on Dig. Listen as he slithers from line to line, I love the way he sings "Dog eat dog world" and "San Francisco Girl" on the title track. He sounds like a poetic pimp letting his beard down to funk it up with his boys The Bad Seeds.

Nick Cave's electric organ takes center stage on "Today's Lesson" as he sings "We're gonna have a real cool time, whoo!" You can feel Cave shaking and dancing while he sings these jagged lyrics. Especially when he sings "we are hypnotized, we are cross-eyed, we are pimped, we are bitched, we are told such monstrous lies…" I found myself laughing and fist pumping my yelps of approval throughout every adventure of Dig.

Cave and The Seeds put on a Doors-like pose on the very strange yet twisted and modern psychedelic funk twitches of "Moonland." I love the way Cave almost whispers "I'm not your favorite lover." We can relate to this outsider trying to find his shadow in this confused netherworld. Dig seems to consist of adventures of lost souls that are out of place in modern society. We have Lazarus from the lead track and then lonely lover of "Moonland." I can't forget the frightened wanderer of the very creepy "Night of the Lotus Eaters." With lyrics like "The dragons roam shopping malls/ I hear they're gonna eat our guts" and the electric loops and guitar wails," "Night of the Lotus Eaters" is a perfect fit for George Romero's Dead franchise.

Let's not forget Albert, of the guitar axe rocker "Albert Goes West," who is a traveler who has also lost his way. Cave's narrator is trying to find himself on the road in a world of "endless abstractions." A few songs later Cave tries to seduce a lover who longs for another as he croons, in the fast paced, "Lie Down Here (& Be my Girl)." And even in "Jesus and The Moon" as he sings "will it be me or will it be you? One must stay and one must depart," you can hear the narrator trying to find himself in a place and in love. Cave's characters are reflections of the man who is, despite his artistic greatness, at times an exile from mainstream culture.

One of my favorite songs on Dig is "We Call on the Author to Explain," a very noisy and riff layered anthem in which Cave takes on the role of fan and critic asking his favorite author to explain the meaning behind his words. It's a very ironic number that has Cave spewing out some of his most explosive lyrics like "It's fucked up/ he's a fucker, but what an enormous and encyclopedic brain." The thing that Cave masters on Dig is the perfect merger of the lifted lines of classic mythology with the lyrical slang of every day life.

Listen for the western influenced "Hold on to Yourself." I love the noisy sound effects in the background, something you will find on most of the songs along with the cool Manzerek reminiscent organ layered throughout. Continuing with the theme of outcast, "Hold on to Yourself" is a calling to all of those outsiders to not lose their individualistic spark in what Cave calls this "life and fire and lunacy."

Beginning with "I walk into the corner of my room and see my friends in high places," "More News from Nowhere" begins a sonic tale of Nick Cave naming all of these strange flames like Janet, Betty, Miss Polly, Alina and Deanna. The obvious link could be that these are all ex-lovers of Cave but I like to think that these women were all sources of inspiration for many of Cave's songs. It's an amazing concept having all of these spirits and songstress' appearing and haunt him in this bluesy number. This is what I admire about Nick Cave. He'll take just about any incident from his life, dreams or nightmares and create a song out of it. He's fearless artist who somehow seemingly has no trouble sharing his deepest desires with the confines of a classic song.

Dig, Lazarus, Dig!!! is another explosive entry into the very extraordinary Nick Cave musical canon. Are you ready to be shocked, rocked and reenergized by this new electric incarnation of The Bad Seeds? Just plug in and let yourself go deeper inside the universe of chaos and disorder that no one other than Nick Cave can bring to life. He's a lyrical seer who's tuned into the unimaginable beauty and horror of it all, and so much more.

Adrian Ernesto Cepeda
04.21.2008

Review: The Breeders: Mountain Battles

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The Breeders
Mountain Battles
4AD
2008

The voice is back. The voice that won my heart, starting with her ultra sexy turn at the mic on Surfer Rosa's "Gigantic," is back. Kim Deal's one-of-a-kind throaty singing voice returns, ready for more sonic encounters with Mountain Battles. We all know how The Breeders went from indie darlings to modern rock stars with the release of Last Splash. This was primarily due to their magnificent lead single "Cannonball." Last Splash has the distinction of selling more copies than any of Pixies records. Sales aside, I really wasn't fan of Last Splash. My favorite Breeders album was actually their last one, 2002's Title TK. TKresonated more with debut Pod by turning away from the popular sensibilities of Last Splash. This is due to the return of Mr. Analog Steve Albini. You can really hear the lo-fi radiance in the beauty of "Off You." With just a guitar to back her, Kim Deal's low key vocal sounds like she's crooning to a lost lover over a long distant call.

When I think of The Breeders, it's Kimmie, as Frances Black so lovingly calls Deal, and her smoker/seductive voice that comes to mind. That voice returns loudly and is the first thing we hear on Mountain Battles' opening track. "Overglazed" sounds as if Kim Deal is standing on top of the mountain singing through a megaphone. It's her call to arms announcing the re-arrival of her magnificent Breeders.

Those who were expecting "Cannonball" part deux and were disappointed with Title TK will be happy to hear that Mountain Battles incorporates all of the Breeders' vintage sounds—the upbeat, lustful tones of Last Splash and the lush melodies from Pod and Title TK.

After "Overglazed" comes the funky backbeat number "Bang On." It's the closest the Deal Sisters will come to an all-out dance number. Relax, The Breeders haven't gone Prodigy on us now, but as Kim and Kelley sing "I love no one and no one loves me," this bass induced number is one that you'll be able to shake your thang to while your speakers go boom, boom in your car stereo. But before it becomes a full-on DJ explosion, during the break down "Bang On" leaves off the bass and a singular guitar riff appears along with Deal singing "I'm missing…" over and over again before the beat starts up again. Think of it as an out of time '60s boogie number with out the techno bells and whistles.

"Night of Joy" follows with a Title TK down beat style. Kim's songs sound as if each one is an ode to her imaginary lover that she's longing to discover. "I can't stop the wave of sorrow very mile that you go /give me this night…come home," she sings to the kind of soul lover who lives in her dreams and comes alive in songs like "Night of Joy."

"We're Gonna Rise" is the morning after, in song, Deal awakens alone to, "nothing you came to believe or what you decided last night/ still the sun shines/hits my shield and ignites." Another slow moving guitar based number that grows as Deals finding echoing strength as the sun like hope lights her face. "German Studios" follows as Kim and Kelley sing in their ancestral tongue of German. A very riff-layered, bouncy and enjoyable number that showcases the trademark Deal sisters' harmonies that I adore so much.

The songs on Mountain Battles follow the infamous loud-quiet-loud method that Kim's original band, The Pixies, made famous. I like to rock out like the best of them but I prefer the quiet ones like the Latin flavored "Regalame Esta Noche." One of my favorite songs on the album, the flamenco and Spanish licks highlight Kim singing romantic lyrics en Español. I love the way Kim Deal has not only been exploring new languages also adding new sounds to her versatile repertoire.

Mountain Battles finds Deal singing honest reflections from the front lines of the daily battle against modern day addictions. This is Deal's voice vulnerable and true, though I wouldn't call this a return to form. "Each day the long light dims and fades not lost but gone before." You can hear the ripples and scars through the country-like lament on "Hear No More." This sweet ballad continues Deal's theme of lovesick longing that lingers around Mountain Battles. "The light shines close echoes low of yr sweet voice I weep and mourn." With these lyrics and a traditional country strum, you can imagine Johnny Cash grinning with approval from above.

The album ends with a very low key and Title TK-esque title track. Some may hear this as a difficult listen. Mountain Battles is the sound of Deal rediscovering her voice through shades of shadows and sunlight, some of which are frighteningly unconventional like the Nico/Marble Index like solitary keyboard effect of the title track. Deal croons a heartfelt yet unconventional vocal as distorted guitar riffs mystically appear throughout. These lyrical confessions are view inside of her new life without lifted harmony. Whether you prefer loud, quiet or experimental resonance, Mountain Battles is an album worthy of your complete and unaltered concentration.

Adrian Ernesto Cepeda
04.14.2008

Tuesday, April 01, 2008

Review: Morrissey: Greatest Hits

My Morrissey review can be found (click here) on treblezine.com


Morrissey
Greatest Hits
Decca
2008

I was all set to write a scathing review of Moz's latest Greatest Hits CD, his fifth if you count Bona Drag and World of Morrissey. I don't understand why we need another one. I was ready to quote another one of Moz's now all-too-ironic lines from "Paint A Vulgar Picture," but after a few listens of this Hits CD, something happened— Moz got to me. It was those classic songs and his distinctive voice that brought me back to the moment he single handedly changed my life as a teenager in San Antonio, so many years ago.

So I kept listening, song after song, on this Greatest Hits, and I found myself thinking aloud "'First of the Gang to Die'…that's a good track" and then comes "Irish Blood English Heart" and another one, Moz's cover of Patti Smith's "Redondo Beach." I started to hear a link between each of the tracks past and present. The old and the new flowed so smoothly together, I was actually impressed. It's been ages since I heard any of the songs off of the Tony Visconti produced Ringleader of the Tormentors. I can tell Moz is fond of that one; four tracks are showcased from that album, which was recorded in his new home of Italia.

Okay, I get it—these are amazing songs, most of them recent hits that may have been hidden away on recent releases. I can understand the desire to showcase tracks like "In the Future When All's Well" on a singles CD. But there are so many songs missing from this compilation. Why not add the collaboration with Siouxsie Sioux, "Interlude." That amazing duet has never been issued on this side of the Atlantic, it's more worthy of inclusion on an American Greatest Hits album. And what about "Sweetie Pie," the rare duet with now exiled Kristeen Young? "Sweetie Pie" is one of the weirdest and vividly experimental tracks Stephen Patrick ever put to wax. That is a song every Moz fan, young and old, needs to experience.

I was all ready to argue how unfair it was to subject broke American fans to shilling out serious money for another Hits CD. But Decca probably noticed that we are in the middle of a horrible recession. At least they were cool enough to include a bonus disc of live songs from a show at the Hollywood Bowl for die-hard disciples. Nice addition.

Okay, I'll give you props for the bonus disc. Ah, but wait, there's more—kudos on the most excellent remastering job. Because of the clear sound Greatest Hits sounds like the ultimate Morrissey mix tape featuring the `best' of classic and modern Moz. (Ahem, a recommendation, maybe next time have the fans vote on a song or two, to be added on hits compilation 7.)

Of the two new tracks, also bonuses for the fans, I prefer "All You Need is Me." Although I do adore Kristeen Young's "November Spawned A Monster"-esque howls on "That's How People Grow Up;" "All You Need is Me" is vintage Morrissey, when he croons, "There's a soft voice singing in your head/ Who could this be? I do believe it's me." Is this a message to his fans, critics…all of the above? Who cares, "All You Need is Me" a song worthy of inclusion inside the classic Morrissey canon.

Moz sings "You're gonna miss me when I'm gone." And he's right, for now, I reach for my copy of his new compilation disc. I am looking forward to the digitally remastered versions of all of Moz's back catalogue, especially Kill Uncle, his most vilified yet underrated classic. Until then I will continues spinning his newest, Greatest Hits CD, a reflection of the man himself. Morrissey caught and connected to his glorious past with two feet shuffling as he croons toward the memory of the future unknown. With that voice we'll follow him just about anywhere. How many artists can you say that about?

Adrian Ernesto Cepeda
04.02.2008

Review:The Raconteurs: Consolers of the Lonely

My Raconteurs review can be found (click here) on treblezine.com


The Raconteurs
Consolers of the Lonely
Third Man/Warner Bros.
2008

The music revolution of the last six months started off with Radiohead. This was followed by Trent Reznor's project with Saul Williams (Niggy Tardust) and even his own Nine Inch Nails release Ghosts I-IV. Why you ask was this happening? Ed O'Brien of Radiohead said it best when talking on BBC radio, "after recording an album for a record label an artist has to wait sometimes up to six months to get some formal feedback about the record that they're so proud of. But why wait?" Radiohead, Saul Williams and Nine Inch Nails didn't. In fact all three artists all cut out the middle man better know as the record label. They did it their own way.

But The Raconteurs did one better. They not only released the album online but also got it in shops in record time. Their new album, Consolers of the Lonely was pressed, printed and released in seven days. The band recorded Consolers throughout the month of February. But instead of waiting the typical six months, they put out their pride and joy in a week.

But who cares, really? In a few years, no one's really going to remember or care how long it took Consolers of the Lonely to be released. All that matters what's on the wax. It sounds like Jack White, Brendan Benson and their dynamic rhythm section of Patrick Keller and Jack Lawrence are on a mission to kick out the jams with a traveling blues show that will rock your house from morning through noon and way past midnight.

The Raconteurs' follow-up to Broken Boy Soldiers blows its predecessor away. I'll be the first one to admit that originally, I was no fan of The Raconteurs debut album. I loved "Steady as She Goes" but the rest of the album, sans the tripped out "Blue Veins," disappointed me. I expected so much more.

But as I found out a week ago about the rush release of Consolers of the Lonely, I gave Broken Boy Soldiers a fresh, new spin. This time the album floored me. Who knows what I was on, but I now love this album. Soldiers has aged gracefully. What really struck me was how flawless and melodic White and Benson sound singing together. I was especially fond of the way these two traded lines on "Together."

In any case, not only do White and Benson sound better than ever on Lonely, but at times I have trouble telling them apart. Their voices have actually blended styles. Each of them feeds off the other. Benson has incorporated more of that `Stripes-like bluesy vocal style, as you can hear on the opening title track. What really surprised me was that it's Brendan's, and not Jack's, that is the first voice you hear on the record. But then Jack's high pitched wail comes in after the first chorus and yeah, that's the guy we all know and love, giving us all that blues we need and desire.

You'll notice the killer rock numbers throughout Lonely, something that I first realized Soldiers was lacking. First single "Salute Your Solution" brings out the fuzz with style. The Greenhornes duo Keller and Lawrence turn out to be the shining the stars of this record. We all know that White and Benson get most of the acclaim but those two make The Raconteurs' new album the powerhouse that it is. They are the best rhythm section in the business. Jack White pulled a Bob Dylan by asking two of the most underrated musicians to join his band, but just listen in between the vocal harmonies of White and Benson—your jaw's gonna smash as it hits the floor. They bring the funky rhythms lifting Lonely into classic realms.

But wait a minute, Lonely isn't a 24-hour rock party. Close, but there's a few Soldier-like, quintessentially down-to-dirt and memorably kick back songs. One of my favorites is the piano-flavored "You Don't Understand Me." Those harmonies have a sound of the '70s feel. Keller and Lawrence bring the songs in the modern age with their trademark backing rhythms. Listen for the pounding heartbeat drums and the "While My Guitar Gently Weeps" reminiscent piano chords during the climax of "You Don't Understand Me."

Speaking of the keys, another piano-based favorite is the short but sweet "Pull This Blanket Off." The riffs from the bridge make this one sound like it should be in a future Wes Anderson film. I can picture a Max Fischer-esque rebel planning his next move to this multi-sonic groove. This country flavored ditty has a White Album/McCartney inspired bass line that comes off clearly towards the end of the song.

There are more highlights, still. Listen for the acoustic "These Stones will Shout" and the album closer "Carolina Drama." Both songs start slow and explode by their grand finale. At first, during "These Stones will Shout," White channels his best Robert Plant but then, as you will notice the influence of Benson, his vocals throughout sound less Stripes shriek-like and more melodic. Thanks to Keller and Lawrence, "Shout" morphs into a prog rock explosion that is a pure delight. "Carolina" is more of a 21st century murder ballad that would make Nick Cave proud.

My favorite song, and one that I can totally relate to, is one that White and The Raconteurs may just regret putting on Lonely—"Rich Kid Blues." Thankfully The O.C. is off the air because Seth Cohen would have co-opted this song and made it his personal anthem. Listen as Benson does his best Dennis DeYoung while the band pays tribute to Styx in an epic that ends in a righteous style that's definitely The Raconteurs. I love the lyrics, especially when White and Benson croons, "Though I always play to win/I always seem to lose/That's why I think I got/ A rich kid's blues." It's all tongue and cheek but there will be some affluent lads that will take The Raconteurs' message seriously, which, if you ask me, is truly hilarious.

In all seriousness, The Raconteurs are back with an album that will rock your ass off. These guys enjoy turning up their amps way past eleven. Lonely is actually the first album in ages with which I was more enthralled with the rhythms than in the rhymes. The lyrics are as top notch than anything White and Benson have ever written in their perspective careers, and yet there's something about the complete sound of this band. The Raconteurs are an anomaly in today's music scene. They're much more than a modern Traveling Wilburys. They are four guys who have put their egos aside to form a band with a cohesive vision dedicated to the exploration of the art of rock. All the while, they're creating a new legacy that will be remembered in the annals of rock history.

Adrian Ernesto Cepeda

03.31.2008