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Audioslave, The American Band
Published: October 19, 2005
By Anngelle Wood - 168

For many, the name Audioslave is synonymous with supergroup. It is, after all, the risen-from-the-ashes result of what was Seattle grunge behemoth and one of the forefathers of the genre, Soundgarden, and 3/4s of the rock-rap hybrid with a conscience, Rage Against the Machine. Each band left its emblazoned mark on the face of rock in the ’90s through its millions – records sold and miles covered.

This is a pace that certainly set the tone for what would become one of this decade’s most successful rock acts. Audioslave set on the scene after members’ respective bands crumbled.

Brought together by über-producer Rick Rubin, Rage guitarist Tom Morello, drummer Brad Wilk and bassist Tim Commerford met Soundgarden singer Chris Cornell and the four set out to do what they do best – make music. What’s interesting when listening to the band’s 2002 debut, “Audioslave,” is that Chris and the ex-Rage guys knew little about one another before this massive undertaking. Would it work? Work it did.

When I spoke to Chris and Tom during the band’s first tour in 2003, there was the feeling that the band needed to prove itself. The reality was that the band was playing to a sold-out house at Boston’s 2,000-plus capacity Avalon. This tour I got a chance to speak with Wilk on just how things have changed.

Simply put, the band wasn’t interested in propping itself up on its reputations and using its former bands as a crutch. They were willing to get out on the road and play music. What Wilk reiterated during our conversation was how important it is for the band to stay true to who they are.

With much success and critical acclaim, the band is now free to celebrate its own unique history. Current set lists contain classic Soundgarden and Rage songs, something Wilk said they were all looking forward to doing live.

Record number 2, this year’s “Out of Exile,” was a very different process than the first time around. Two years, a platinum record and a world tour later, the band had come to know one another and the song writing and recording came much easier.

The songs were written so they were able to concentrate on putting them down on tape in the most live and most raw form. The band is very aware of the vulnerability bands face to make “hits” but is resolute in its conviction of not following trends. With this, Wilk chalks up the band’s radio success as pure luck. He’s grateful to “strike fire for a second time.”

Being in the upper echelon of rockdom, I wondered what the guys had to offer the baby bands coming up the ranks. With each band member having 15-or-so years of music biz under their belt, I was curious what the process was for selecting and guiding these support acts for a national tour. (Current openers: Seether and 30 Seconds to Mars.)

Wilk was quick to say none of the Audioslave guys pay much attention to any of that. It’s clear they make it a practice of not doing anything that doesn’t come naturally. Not without their just reward, however, as Wilk mentioned a conversation that took place between the band and the Good Charlotte guys during a recent festival show the bands played together where they were acknowledged as the masters. (That’s if what Good Charlotte says matters to anyone.)

With that higher-ranking status, the band has been unapologetic about its activism. Morello co-founded Axis of Justice with System of a Down’s Serj Tankian as a portal to bring together musicians, music fans and grassroots political organizations to fight for peace, human rights and economic justice.

The band made a longtime dream come true by becoming the first American band to play in Cuba, a country with whom the U.S. has had strained relations for decades and has been under U.S. embargo since the 1960s. In Wilk’s words, it was the “most amazing experience of my musical career” and a trip Rage had attempted but was unable to pull off years earlier.

The thought of being the first-ever American band to play there continued to inspire them. The band and its management worked on getting all the necessary documents, clearances and signatures needed to make the dream a reality. It came down to getting permission from Vice President Dick Cheney and Cuban President Fidel Castro. The band did and with just two days notice, they were off.

The schedule allowed the band to spend four days with the Cuban people prior to the free show before 60,000 rock-starved fans. It is the largest crowd to attend a concert by an American artist in the communist country’s history. The band and fans alike were elated to be part of such an historic event at Havana’s La Tribuna Antimperialista plaza.

Wilk spoke of what’s widely reported in the U.S. as communist activity is merely propaganda meant to paint a very different and negative picture than what really goes on inside Cuba.

“There were no cameras in our hotel rooms as we were told,” Wilk said. In fact, the band’s experience was quite the opposite of what they were prepared for. They spent time at a high-end country club-turned-music school sharing time with Cuban musicians. They spent time in the streets talking with the people, learning that rock ’n’ roll is the same where ever you go and in any language.

After all this, I wanted to know what the Audioslave legacy would be, aside from being the first American band to play in Cuba. How would they best like to be remembered?

The answer was simple: “A band that made music important, that meant something and rocked people’s asses,” Wilk said.
Audioslave “Live in Cuba” DVD is out now. They play the Tsongas Arena in Lowell on Monday, Oct. 31, with Seether and 30 Seconds to Mars.

Tickets are $40.50 and are available at ticketmaster.com.


And the winner is...Boston
Published: Oct 5, 05

The 18th annual Boston Music Awards went off without a hitch Wednesday at Avalon. (Though there's not much hitch to be had barring the early expiration of the beer taps). Host/local comic Jimmy Tingle is a well-respected, funny guy. You wouldn't have known. No one paid any attention.

Does anyone know what Chris Kirkpatrick of `N SYNC has to do with Boston music? I don't. Apparently neither does he. And he suffered a rather inexplicable struggle with the name Jake.

The rock and rollers were in top form and well-dressed. Mary Lou Lord looked gorgeous in a turquoise dress in which she was seen picking her wedge as I entered the venue. People were paying attention when the beloved Robby Roadsteamer took the stage and stole the show when he presented the award for, um, who knows. He had us in tears.

The real winner, though, is always Boston when real live local bands get their just reward. Stars of the day, Dropkick Murphys, did more for our city last year and deserved the spotlight where bigger bands of years gone by blocked the view (Okay, Godsmack). All hail the Neighborhoods who were presented with the Boston Hall of Fame award by Tom Hamilton and Joey Cramer of Aerosmith. The band sounded great for its much overdue reunion.

Congrats are also in order for winners Dear Leader, The Perceptionists, Dresden Dolls, Jake Brennan (not Jack), and his dad Dennis Brennan - all certified Boston rock, punk cabaret and hip hop royalty. For more info, check out nemoboston.com.

- Anngelle Wood, 168
Got 'Goth? Lowell says festival is a no go
Published: Sept 14, 05

There’s been a lot of heat for the past several weeks as to whether the New England Punk, Goth and Metal Festival (NEPGM) planned for Oct. 1 and 2 at Lowell’s La Lacheur Park (home of the Spinners) will go on as planned.

Organizers Anderson Mar of Boston’s Dark Sky Productions and Matthew Marchesi of Lowell’s Spaz-Tik Ltd. began work on the event in December 2004 as a way to put their vision of unifying an increasingly divided New England underground into action.

In doing so, they’ve managed to secure an impressive array of bands to include the four previously announced national headliners: Dr. Chud’s X-Ward and Sardonica (two Misfits’ by-products), Trash Light Vision (featuring Acey Slade of Murderdolls/DOPE fame) and Virginia’s Bella Morte, alongside some 35 locals the likes of Wretched Asylum, Mongrel, Ramoniacs, 48 Rooms and Still Well Angel.

Just the thought of it was enough to scare the starch from the presumably white collar of the city’s manager. It would appear that as soon as news of the festival broke (Saturday, Aug. 13, edition of the Lowell Sun), the powers that be were against it.

According to Mar, “Two days after the story ran, City Manager John Cox came after us and tried to shut us down. Apparently, ‘our demographic’ (alternative music fans) is an undesirable one to be congregating en masse in the ballpark. He suggested that we move the concert to the Tsongas Arena. Matthew (Marchesi) was ready to explore this option, but found out that the Tsongas Arena wanted $60,000 to host the two-day festival, almost 10 times what the ballpark had quoted these DIY promoters.”

“It’s blatant discrimination based on genre,” Mars said. “Oh yes, the ACLU has been called by our legal representation regarding this. Cox plainly stated in public interviews that he would be OK with an artist like James Taylor or Liza Minelli playing at the ballpark. Mainstream artists over the age of 50 are apparently acceptable, but alternative music bands and their fans are not?”

While the Lowell License Commission denied the festival’s application unanimously, saying Marchesi failed to get the proper permits and insurances with the city for an event such as this, organizers are steadfast in their determination to see it come to fruition at the desired La Lacheur Park location.

Admittedly, the missing permits do raise a red flag, seeing as how an event of this magnitude would require the proper permits prior to signing on bands and selling tickets.

With a reported 1,400 tickets sold, NEPGM will go on one way or another. Organizers do have a Plan B (even a Plan C) in the works, but with less than a month until show time, their hope is to not have to move it or refund any money. The new location will be publicly announced on NEPGM’s official website,
www.nepgmfest.com.

- Anngelle Wood, 168

The Immöral Majörity
Two decades of Mötley Crüe
By Anngelle Wood

Motley Crue cover story, 168 mag - August 17, 2005

Mötley Crüe, the band that proudly extols the non-virtue of the “live fast, die young” mentality, likely doesn’t want to be seen in any other way than, well, nasty. The band certainly lived fast, but everyone else was dying young (save that unfortunate overdosing mishap in the 80s).

Gimmick helped make Mötley Crüe the most dangerous band in the world, but the attitude is what kept its strangle hold on the title. The band is best known for two decades of debauchery, decadence and destruction. If any band could single-handedly defile the youth of the world, it’s this one.

The Changing Face of Mötley Crüe

In the years since Mötley Crüe’s inception on those mean streets of Hollywood, the perception of the band has changed – due in part to the years themselves and the band’s own metamorphosis from free-wheelin’, hard-livin’ hedonists into tabloid-tarnished, over-saturated media whores. Let’s face it; there’s been a lot of non-music related business going on.

I, for one, thought Mötley was over, not that I wanted them to be but nothing was happening musically for some time. All we had was the promise of a film adaptation of the band’s glorious 2001 autobiography, “The Dirt: Confessions of the World’s Most Notorious Rock Band.” The book, and hopefully the movie, is horrifyingly fiendish and fabulous in its honesty (truth-to-bullshit ratio is up for debate). I cringed when reading that Ashton Kutcher (“Punk’d,” “That 70s Show”) is rumored to have been approached to play Tommy Lee while Johnny Knoxville (“Jackass,” “Dukes of Hazzard”) has reportedly expressed interest in playing Nikki Sixx.

For a band of guys so hell-bent on badness, they’ve definitely taken some big steps to stay relevant. Three of the four band members have pitched, appeared in or will appear in reality TV shows.

Tommy Lee

Drummer Tommy Lee became a best-selling author after his autobiography, “Tommyland,” was released last year.

His latest solo record, “Tommyland: The Ride,” was just released in conjunction with his new reality show, “Tommy Lee Goes To College,” debuting this month on NBC (a previously scheduled Osbournes-type show for VH1 was scrapped). The new show’s theme song, “Good Times,” also a track off Tommy’s new record, sounds a lot like something you’d hear on the Disney Channel sung by a 19-year-old.

Vince Neil

Singer Vince Neil has gone through several bouts of public humiliation, including appearing in “The Surreal Life” co-starring D-List celebs Corey Feldman and MC Hammer. There was an unforgiving appearance at “Oktoberfest Zinzinnati,” which was posted, forwarded and laughed at online that showed Vince leading the Chicken Dance while donning a T-shirt with “Lucky” emblazoned across the front. He, of course, performed Mötley songs for those in attendance.

It’s his participation in the former though that triggered reaction from Tommy that included how he felt Vince had sunk to “an all-time low” by doing “The Surreal Life” reality series and blamed him for “dragging what’s left of a once-great band.” Interestingly, you can now find Tommy stumping his new record and back-to-school reality show with Wal-Mart (no shit, kids, see it for yourselves at www.tommylee.tv)! Ironic, don’t you think? Lest we forget the VH1 Vince Neil plastic surgery show. All of which is unwatchable for a fan.

Nikki Sixx

Nikki Sixx has kept busy writing and playing music, as well as managing various projects including a new clothing line, N. Sixx by Dragonfly, and plans to release his autobiography, “The Heroin Diaries,” in November. By sharing his story of dysfunction, he plans to parlay it into a new charity foundation to assist kids in need.

Mick Mars

The ever-elusive guitarist Mick Mars underwent full hip-replacement surgery a few years ago only to face his ex suing him for financial support she claims he promised her. Struggling with the chronic, degenerative illness Ankylosing Spondylitis leaves little time for reality show press junkets.

But what is it about Mötley Crüe that we love so much? As a restless and impressionable teen, I found myself enamored with what Mötley Crüe was selling. After all, my days were spent dreaming, transfixed on FM radio and music television doing all I could to avoid sitting in church and singing in the choir. I studied the rock mags like gospel – Kerrang!, Metal Edge, Circus, Creem.

Admittedly, I was a little scared the first time I laid eyes on Mötley Crüe. That was precisely the plan. The idea of Mötley Crüe was dreamed up by bass player and chief songwriter Nikki Sixx – a lonely and restless kid himself who was often shifted to the care of his maternal grandparents when his unstable mom and absent dad couldn’t or wouldn’t deal.

Under the Big Top

He envisioned what he wanted his band to be, a menagerie of sound and vision. Proof is in the pudding so to speak, as Mötley shows have always been an extravaganza of pomp and rock ’n’ roll circumstance. Mötley returns with the “Carnival of Sins” tour – part rock show, part circus act – at Manchester’s Verizon Wireless Arena on Sunday, Aug. 21. The new slew of dates, 55 in all, is evidence that the band isn’t over.

Mötley’s first record with new material in more than seven years, “Red, White & Crüe,” debuted in the Billboard Top Ten in February, a result of rock and mainstream airplay of one of three of the new songs on the record, “If I Die Tomorrow,” written by teeny bopper band Simple Plan. Thanks to those spins, the band found itself charting alongside the likes of Green Day and 3 Doors Down with new fans discovering and old fans rediscovering the band.

“Red, White and Crüe 2005 . . . Better Live Than Dead” tour returns earned sixth place among the highest-grossing tours of the first half of 2005, grossing a total of $21.3 million over the course of four-and-a-half months while maintaining the lowest average ticket price of any of the other artists that placed in the Top 10; the only average under $50.

For all the bitching that can be done about Mötley Crüe, I clearly would not be the person I am today had it not been for the band’s bawdy “F*ck the World” attitude. Menacing, sure, but I looked up to them; Nikki in particular, as I felt I could identify with him. I was a dreamer kid with big ideas and little hope or support to see them ever come to fruition. I loved reading about the band, I certainly loved listening to the band and rather than getting hooked on drugs, I felt like I had something to live for. Rock n’ roll became the faith and hope I needed.

Thanks Mötley Crüe for being bad ass, even as you enter into classic rock territory, and thanks for reinventing umlauts for generations to come.

A Q&A with Mötley Crüe

– As answered by Vince Neil

Anngelle Wood: What you are doing for the David’s House foundation is amazing. How were you made aware of this charity?
Vince Neil: We are doing a show there and the promoter made us aware of the charity and we were happy to be able to help. I myself have a charity in the name of my daughter that has over the past years raised millions for worthy causes.

AW: When Mötley announced its reunion tour earlier this year, many critics and fans alike were stunned that you’d do major venues the size of the then Fleet Center in Boston, only to sell it out and add 30 more dates to the tour. What’s your favorite way to say “eat shit” to the doubters? (Aside from it being one of the top-grossing tours in its run thus far.)
VN: I don’t feel the need to say “eat shit” at this point. I did for a while and at that time, I did actually tell one promoter to eat shit to his face. Security had to throw him out of his own venue. I am just glad to be on the road doing my job and seeing a whole new generation of Crüe-heads in the front row singing songs word for word that were written before they were born.

AW: Same goes for “Red, White, and Crüe” – it debuted in the top 10 on the Billboard album chart upon its release. What is it about the band and its fans that blow everyone’s mind over and over again?
VN: Our fans are the best. They come out to have a good time. In return for them coming out, we put on a two-hour show that’s louder than hell and stunning to look at. I mean, we don’t have to use eight 18-wheelers to do this tour, we could skimp on some pyro, use a few less lights but then we would not be Mötley F*ckin’ Crüe. We are bringing the circus to town, complete with fire-breathing midgets and naked fire-breathing chicks on stilts that spit blood.

AW: Will there be another collective Mötley writing?
VN: YES.

AW: As a fan I’ve watched the band’s charitable nature over the years. Most recently, the band is helping raise money for a cancer organization in New Hampshire. You don’t all have black hearts as some would like to believe. Do the nasty habits of old ever hinder the band from being involved in certain charities/organizations?
VN: No, we’ve all grown up a little and if we feel the desire to give back and someone turns it down because of our history, that is who I’d tell to eat shit.

AW: What item would you put in the time machine to represent Mötley x-amount of years from now?
VN: A brick of C4 wrapped in a Playboy.

AW: What is the Mötley Crüe legacy? What will our kid’s kids know/remember about Mötley Crüe?
VN: Sorry, I could not hear the question. My ears are still ringing.

 

 

Queens of the Stone Age
Lullabies to Paralyze
Interscope Records

www.queensofthestoneage.com

by Anngelle Wood

No one does it quite like Queens of the Stone Age, at least that’s what I’d always believed. That “it” I speak of is pure, unadulterated ’70s throwback rock, thanks in part to the schooling earned a decade ago in Kyuss, the roots of QOTSA.

Having been a fan of the Los Angeles five-or-so piece (more depending on whose guesting), I was awaiting the arrival of its latest disc,

“Lullabies to Paralyze,” the first since the falling out between longtime partners singer/guitarist/main songwriter Josh Homme and bass player Nick Oliveri. After scouring the liner notes for some reference to Oliveri, whether writing credits or thanks, I found nothing.

(New add Alain Johannes from Eleven and musical boy wonder mainstay Troy Van Leeuwen share the majority of bass parts on the recordings.)

“Lullabies to Paralyze” starts off well with lead-in track “This Lullaby,” featuring former Screaming Trees singer and QOTSA regular Mark Lanegan on vocals. It’s a dark, whispery yet poetic number about a lost love. Next up is “Medication,” an archetypal QOTSA song that sets the pace for a movie chase scene complete with Homme’s falsetto leanings over fuzz guitar.

Third song in, “Everybody Knows You’re Insane,” has that unmistakable sound – chugging guitars, coupled with the mastered art of the insult.

Then I get a little lost, save the first radio single “Little Sister,” as nothin’ spells throwback rock like some cowbell. The rest of the songs seem to dwindle in energy and emotion considering the band made a name for itself through its blend of melodiously psychedelic rock fury rather than subdued ambiance.

This record lacks the sexiness of those that came before. After all, I’m a fan of its more rawk characteristics. To Homme’s credit, though, he has clearly defined himself as a force to be reckoned with, a force many questioned the existence of with both the departure of Oliveri and the absence of some of the “names” that brought the band more mainstream appeal.

It’s one for the fan’s collection, no doubt, but if you’re looking for the furor of the last few years, it’s not here. Just sayin’.

2 1/2 stars - not their best work.

The Mars Volta
Frances the Mute

Universal Records

www.marsvolta.com

by Anngelle Wood

The demise of the once emerging At The Drive-In left followers dumbfounded. The El Paso, Texas, band was truly on the verge of something huge with its chaotically beautiful style of rock ’n’ roll when it all came to a screeching halt in 2001. It didn’t take long to silence the critics.

With ATDI literally split in two, guitarist Jim Ward, bass player Paul Hinojos and drummer Tony Hajjar formed Sparta immediately. Singer Cedric Bixler Zavala and guitarist Omar Rodriguez-Lopez did the same with The Mars Volta, releasing the “Tremulant” EP in 2002. The full-length “Deloused at the Comatorium” came in June 2003. Much like its former band, The Mars Volta’s popularity grew based on word of mouth and an awe-inspiring live performance.

As legend would have it, the record’s theme was inspired by band member Jeremy Ward’s discovery of a stranger’s diary – an orphan in search for his biological parents. “Frances The Mute” defies categorization. It’s a dizzying blend of – but in no way limited to – Latin, space rock, prog, psychedelica, funk and acid jazz.

And don’t expect to understand it right away, if ever. It’s a trip from the opening number, a 13-minute epic entitled “Cygnus . . . Vismund Cygnus” to include “Sarcophagi,” “Umbilical Syllables,” “Facilis Descenus Averni” and “Con Safo.” (I said it was dizzying.)

The Mars Volta conjures up the sound and the folklore of Led Zeppelin, likely the only unabashed comparison to date. Perhaps part of the frenzy comes from the band’s own dealings with the loss of one of its own. Ward died of a drug overdose in 2003.

Track three, “L’Via L’Viaquez,” may be the most defying song on the record. It starts with a muffled loop of sound before exploding with a surge of guitar coupled with Spanish lyrics (making me wish once again I had paid attention in Spanish class). It works up to a mambo-style break down, back to surging guitars and then more mambo. This, I found, was my favorite track as it spotlights what is surely the band’s strong Latin influence.

The band is joined for what it calls “selected moments” by Flea and John Frusciante of Red Hot Chili Peppers, with Flea providing the hauntingly gorgeous trumpet on “The Widow” and “Miranda That Ghost Just Isn’t Holy Anymore,” and Frusciante providing a few guitar solos on the salsa-y “L’Via L’Viaquez.”

If you want to expand your musical horizons, get this record. Similar to Pink Floyd’s ’70s epic, “Dark Side of the Moon,” there are subtle and not-so-subtle sounds within the landscape of the recording that are best listened to alone, in the privacy of one’s room, perhaps with headphones and, well, whatever accompaniment you see fit.

See The Mars Volta on Monday, May 9, at the Worcester Palladium; Tuesday, May 10, at Avalon, Boston, and later this summer with System of a Down, those dates TBA.


4 "stars" - kick ass.

Val Emmich
Slow Down Kid

Red Ink/Epic

www.valemmich.com

by Anngelle Wood


Doing it yourself pays off, just ask Val Emmich (that’s Emmick). Just a year or so ago, he was a virtual unknown outside his home state of New Jersey.

It’s in the span of that year that he’s taken his second record, “Slow Down Kid,” from the very tiny Hoboken, N.J., label, Childlike Records, to the majors – Epic’s imprint, Red Ink. It’s proof that getting off your ass and hitting the road gets people’s attention and lands you on bills with Dashboard Confessional, The Get Up Kids and Butch Walker (ex-Marvelous3 and current uber-producer).

There’s also the blessing and the curse of being the only unsigned artist to get airplay on MTV’s “TRL.” Let’s not hold it against him – or that Emmich was named one of YM magazine’s “Top Twenty Hottest Guys on the Planet.”

It took him until this record to realize he could deliver his brand of malaise backed by a full band, The Rescue Effort, which features Bostonian Jon McGarry on bass and keyboards. Emmich’s from the next town over from where Springsteen grew up, but that’s where any similarities end.

“Slow Down Kid,” reworked for the Epic release with the help of producer Mark Trombino (Blink 182, Jimmy Eat World), is a well-expressed amalgamation of anguish, bewilderment, youthful naivete, unanswered questions and, my favorite, self-deprecation.

I racked my brain for comparisons, which aren’t always fair to a band, but I got nothin’. Emmich’s style is moody and tough, a bit Brit pop leaning (OK, like Snow Patrol), but certainly all his own. His distinctive voice, the great sounding guitars, soft piano, crisp production, orchestral-y arrangements – complete with xylophone – emanate from what I largely expected to be a quiet, singer/songwriter audio diary. I’m not sure how old of a guy he is, mid-20s probably, but he has a voice mature beyond those 20-something years (OK, like Paul Banks of Interpol mature).

I’m good for finding the filler tracks, but I liked the flow from song to song. I listened through a few times, then moved to my favorites. Some of the songs like “Bury Me” have that movie-car-chase-scene quality (on which he ironically sings “I don’t care if my brakes fail”). The energy it brings allows the listener to envision the song and its raw emotion. It’s writing like that I wish more songwriters knew how to pull off.

There’s this pleasing, unidentified melody on “The Boy Who Cried Wolf” that I just couldn’t place. The more I listen, the more it feels like old Chicago. Angst-y goodness comes by way of “Shock,” a rough, don’t-f*ck-with-me diatribe to someone who obviously has f*cked with him. Nothing displays his neuroses better than “Unstable,” where he readily admits to being out of his mind while backed by a ’60s jingle-like hook.

Don’t let his YM good looks fool you, this kid’s got talent.

3 "stars" - good stuff.

Jimmy Eat World
Futures

Interscope records
www.jimmyeatworld.com

by Anngelle Wood

Somewhere someone is keeping a list of certified alterna-darlings and Jimmy Eat World is on it. After all, there are now four full-length records to its credit. The band gained household name status with the crossover radio hit, “The Middle,” from 2001's Bleed American. That earned a place in the cd collections and ipods of alternative rock fans, pop tarts, and soccer moms alike. My affection for the band comes from its ability to write anthemic, pop-laden rock n’ roll songs - pure and simple.

I tend to drive a hard bargain, so, with both trepidation and anticipation, I awaited the new record, Futures. Jimmy Eat World marks its return with even more fury than before, albeit a bit older and wiser, in a tightly wrapped pop package. This band has been blessed with the gift of crafting rock songs that are weighty yet soft and so melody-ridden that they stick to the roof of your mouth.  

There’s an evident sense of urgency on Futures. Singer Jim Adkins delivers each song with intensity and emotion. Despite some of the song titles (Kill, Work, Pain, The World You Love a.k.a. Suicide), Futures is bright and hopeful. That’s due in part to the pristinely placed oohs, aahs, woahs and sweetly soft backing vocals that create a soothing element on this gem of a record. The record title may be prophetic as it’s the first go-round with producer Gil Norton (Echo and the Bunnymen, The Pixies, Catherine Wheel, Foo Fighters). With his help, Jimmy Eat World has taken record making to a whole new level. Keyboards add to the esthetic, coupled by the big, up-front guitars that are sometimes heavy, other times, soft and almost out-of-body. With that, I mean I hear hints of classic Aerosmith, a little new wave Flock of Seagulls-style, and even a touch of gods of mod, the Cure. All this coming from a band I heard about from some Emo kids in 2000. 

Keep your ear to the ground for the Jimmy Eat World/Taking Back Sunday co-headlining tour this spring. I know I will.

3 "stars" - own it.

Past reviews (written for broadcast)

 

Ryan Adams "lloRnkcoR" is just plain "Rock n' Roll"

Outstanding record from Ryan whose known for his alt-country roots with all that time spent with Whiskey Town, not to mention his last disc "Gold." It spawned the AAA radio hit "New York." Despite being a rather large prick - according to several I've spoken to - Ryan is a masterful songwriter. This gift is evident on R n'R. (Little know fact, that song Bono did with The Corrs - Ryan's.) Aside from Ryan's excellent playing on just about every instrument, Rock n' Roll is laden with essence of Paul Westerberg and the Replacements, The Cure, Urge Overkill, and Paul McCartney. There is evidence of sadness, struggle, mixed with a bit of wickedness. I've listened to this record over and over again and hear something new each time. Ryan Adams' Rock n' Roll will be on my Best of 2003 list under Exceptional.


Mystic River
wide release October 15, 2003

Based on the 2001 best-selling novel by Dennis Lehane
Directed by big movie star Clint Eastwood

The build up to this film was extraordinary (or the hype as some would say), which it was, but not in the way I had expected. Set in the Boston area, I never quite figured out where this movie was supposed to have taken place. The bar in the all import "dancing daughter" scene is in Jamaica Plain, Dooley's actually. Then they make up a fake section of a fake city near the Tobin Bridge. Perhaps this isn't so important to how the story unfolds, just that I think I know too much about Boston. Sean Penn is masterful and outstanding as Jimmy, the lead character, a very rough ex-con-gone-soft for the sake of his family. A family that he lives, eats and breathes for. When his 19-year-old daughter Katie is found murdered, Jimmy is pushed to the absolute limit and vows to get revenge on her killer. Sean Penn's gives a performance that is raw and moving, yet tender at times; very Deniro-esque.

The same night Katie is killed, Jimmy's childhood friend Dave, played by Tim Robbins, returns home at 3am covered in blood after a night out at the very same bar where Katie had been dancing with her girlfriends. Dave's alibi to wife Celeste (Marcia Gay Harden) is that he was mugged and beat the assailant. Dave is the least stable of them all, having nearly 3 decades to deal with his own kidnapping and molestation, he's unraveling. Tim Robbins was excellent in the way he conveyed Dave's sense of being lost and confused.

Dave's other childhood friend, Sean, played by Kevin Bacon, was there with Jimmy that fateful day when Dave was picked up and driven off by a strange man claiming to be a cop. None of the boys had much to do with one another after that day, not until their paths cross with the murder investigation.
Enter Sean, now a detective, the lead detective investigating Katie's murder. How disappointing that Laura Linney seems to have attended The Perfect Storm school of the Boston accent, horrendous doesn't quite describe it. I didn't come away with much else from her portrayal as Jimmy's supportive second wife Annabeth. There was a short yet tender moment between her and Jimmy, but the tension had mounted so much that it's easy to forget. Marcia Gay Harden as Celeste, Dave's long-suffering wife was convincing in her soft, deer-in-the-headlights performance.

I'm not a huge fan of Clint Eastwood the actor, I did see a few westerns. There was that Bridges of Madison County movie that he directed. But I have to say this puts him in an entire new class. His direction on this film is genius. He brought me to that place, I felt it. It was real to me (well, besides the terrible attempt at the Boston accent). My money is Clint, Sean and Tim (Best Supporting) for Oscars. See this movie, it's an A.


A Perfect Circle, Thirteenth Step
Dropped Tuesday, Sept 16, 2003
12 tracks

It’s impossible to compare this to Mer De Noms, their first record. From the moment I heard the first of the 12 songs on Thirteenth Step, I knew. It’s not an extension, not a continuation. It stands alone. The depth in which they take us this time are captivating with the dark tones and soothing instrumentation; it’s moody and ethereal yet somehow is finds a brightness, all while possessing a sense of longing in each song.

It’s likely most people’s impression that Maynard James Keenan is the driving force behind A Perfect Circle, I’m here to tell you that its Billy Howeredel; he’s the chief composer of each song, each layer, each rich with texture. He did act as the record’s producer as well. The guitar work on this record is less explosive this time, searing in places, soothing in others. But no one song is crafted solely by Maynard or Billy. It truly is a group effort, a super group effort in fact. All members are quite established in their own right with Maynard James Keenan as the mind and mouth of Tool, Billy Howerdel, who did work with Nine Inch Nails and Smashing Pumpkins crew, drummer  Josh Freese, a superstar in his own right, has played on countless records, everyone from The Vandals to Devo to Guns n’ Roses to Juliana Hatfield. Bass player Jeordie White dumped his Manson side-kick status in no time flat. That departure, amicable or not, was perfectly timed and Jeordie contributes song writing on "Crimes" as well as vocals on "The Noose" and "Lullaby." James Iha has been added to the touring band, he does not appear on the recording (APC is as magnificent live as they are on record, by the way).

I initially selected track 10, "Pet," as the stand out track with its searing to soft to searing guitars. But the more I listened the less I was able to chose only one. There's "The Nurse Who Loved Me" that is so incredibly good, you can envision Maynard performing it on Broadway. I listened to each song about 8 times each, and every time this record got better and better. It's another work of genius.

If you're anything like me, you may not like it initially. Trust me, play it. Wait. Play it again. Repeat.


The School of Rock 
starring Jack Black, Directed by Richard Linklater (Dazed and Confused, Slackers)
released October 3

Make no mistake, Mr. Holland's Opus it ain't! Jack Black is Dewey Finn, an unemployed, never-was rocker who gets kicked out his mediocre band only to face eviction from his pussy roommate-slash-substitute teacher, Ned Schneebly (played by writer Mike White of The Good Girl fame) at the urging of his bitch-face girlfriend Patty (Sarah Silverman). Dewey hits pay dirt when intercepts a job at an elite private school where he meets the 5th grade head on only to forego math, science and social studies for The Rock! He’s faced with a number of challenges including keeping his alternative curriculum a secret from everyone, especially Ms. Mullins, the school’s eagle-eye principal played by Joan Cusack. Dewey ends up reaching these kids with his overzealous-bordering-on-obsessive love for rock n’ roll and puts together a kick-ass band! That kick-ass band is comprised of awesome, scene-stealing real kid musicians like Joey Gaydos as Zack the guitar player and Kevin Clark as Kevin the drummer – both of whom began playing at the age of 3! This role is Jack Black. No one would have taken it on with such voracity. He's crazy, he's over the top, he’s perfect. After all he's Jack Black and he is one of the few actors I’ve seen that has the ability to light it up the way he does. Wind him up and let him go. The guy can be funny in empty room. This gets an A, no doubt.


Dickie Roberts: Former Child Star
released September 5

David Spade seems to have this thing for f#@ked up families. Remember Joe Dirt? Or at least the mullet? Dickie Roberts (David's also co-writer, by the way) is a former child star who's know for little other than his catch phrase, "That's Nuckin' Futs" in a post-70s sitcom world. Fast forward about 30 years and you find Dickie parking the cars of the stars. The years have not been kind to him, he's rife with hang-ups. He's a 1970s throwback, huge lapels and all, who can't function without a crisp pair of isotoners. What Dickie longs for is to be back in the world's good graces, to be adored. After much scheming, he finds his way into the all-important meeting with Director Rob Reiner who's upcoming project could propel Dickie back into the limelight. The thing is is that the role requires more than the now-35 year old ex-child star is equipped to handle. Dickie's answer to his debacle is to rent a family to teach him how to be normal. And that they do. The biting wit, the David Spade we've grown to love, or at least tolerate, is there, but this movie offers something a bit more than any Spade movie that has come before. It's, dare I say it, heartwarming. Even David admitted to that in our interview. Mary McCormack (Private Parts) is great as Grace, Dickie's "temporary" mom; also featured in small roles: Alyssa Milano, Edie McClurg, Doris Roberts, Gary Coleman, and a litany of real former child stars. Anyone who watched 70s television or 80s movies will be pleasantly surprised with who shows up (Look very closely for Corey Haim). Dickie gets a B, a little "feel good-y," but has a lot of laughs.


Thirteen
In limited release August 29, 2003

The semi-autobiographical account of the life and times of
co-writer/co-star Nikki Reed when she was, well, 13 (she’s now 15). Written with her dad's one time girlfriend, Catherine Hardwick, who also acts as the director, Thirteen chronicles the disturbing transformation of an impressionable 13-year-old girl. A coming of age story this is not. Rite of passage, un-uh. Tracy, played by Evan Rachel Wood, goes from a mousy 7th grader to a pot-smoking, acid-dropping, blow-job giving, neighbor-teasing, purse-stealing, arm-cutting liar in record time. Nikki Reed, as Evie, is the most popular, albeit screwed up, girl in junior high who befriends Tracy after a Melrose Avenue stealing spree. If the subject matter isn't stand out enough, Holly Hunter is. She's Melanie, the  loving, but overwhelmed single mother who tries very hard to reel her kid in although her own weaknesses are doing their fair share of damage. This movie acts as excellent birth control for many of us whose teen years were less than well-behaved. Must be that fear of karma sticking it's proverbial foot up our asses. Jeremy Sisto (Six Feet Under) is Melanie's on-again-off-again crack head boyfriend who, despite his flaws, has some redeeming qualities. I give it an A-, A for the excellent cast, the minus for the melodrama. Fifteen is believable, but Thirteen?


Swimming Pool
In limited release August, 2003

I walked into this film not having a clue on what to expect, well, except for subtitles. Considering it is Director François Ozon's first English speaking film. They do materialize only briefly in a few telephone conversations.
At the urging of John, her publisher, who I also suspected was her lover at one time, novelist Sarah Morton played by Charlotte Rampling, escapes her London doldrums for his exquisite villa in the South of France. As she settles in to the easy pace of the nearby village, its cafes and shops, she is again inspired and finds the groove she's been looking for. Her peace is short-lived as John's daughter Julie arrives unannounced. Julie is played by
the beautifully seductive Ludivine Sagnier
. The very presence of Julie sets Sarah off, calls are placed back to John's office in London. Seems he's never available to talk to his star client. Julie is quick to settle in herself - eating, drinking, smoking, laying topless by the pool. She immediately begins to entertain a series of lovers, all with no regard for her houseguest. Sarah is subjected to the sounds of the drunken love-making in the middle of the night. Sarah can't help but take notice and her next novel, we can only guess another in her crime series, is shelved for a more interesting subject - Julie. The twists that the movie takes from this point on are both deceptive and violent, leaving you to wonder if Julie actually exists or was merely the fictional character in the novel of novels that Sarah, and her publisher, never thought she could produce. Was any of it real or just conjured up by the French countryside, a kind cafe waiter, and a vendetta against a former lover? Swimming Pool deserves an A. A thriller that had me thinking long after it ended. And no, no subtitles. Relax.


Terminator 3: Rise of the Machines
Released July 2, 2003

T3 takes place 10 years post-judgment day, the day the world was supposed to end. There's a new John Connor played by Nick Stahl…wasn’t sure if I would like him at the start, but I do. A new relationship has been established…enter Kate Brewster played by Claire Danes, also great, there’s little she does that I don’t like really. John Connor, now 25-years-old, has lived the past ten years on the run desperate to stay anonymous and untraceable. They found him just in time to make a new movie! In terms of the story, there is little, but it’s heavy on action. Arnold is the out-dated, nearly obsolete terminator who would be worthless if not to keep John Connor alive. Think of T3 as a well done B-movie in that they throw in jokes that do get laughs, though the seriousness of the last two is gone. TX, or the Terminatrix as she's known, is good in terms of her ability to act like a robot, though she says little other than, "I like your car" and "Where is he?," but drives a mean crane in the movie’s new, now staple, chase scene.
T2: Judgment Day had a stronger story. T3 is big on action and for that it gets an A-. And, yes, it is worth seeing.


Bruce Almighty
Released May 23, 2003

I love Jennifer Aniston. Though she's not choosing a lot of roles that break her free of Rachel Green, I do love her. Hmm, maybe it's Rachel Green that I love? Her stand out role was The Good Girl. I wish I could say something stood out in Bruce Almighty. Jennifer is sweet as preschool teacher Grace, the token girlfriend to Jim Carrey's Bruce Nolan; Bruce is a hot-headed TV reporter trying to get a break in the business, but is in constant competition with some talking head named Evan Baxter. When Evan gets the anchor job Bruce has been vying for, he loses it, cursing God, forcing him to appear in the form of Morgan Freeman. Bruce disapproves of the job God is doing, and is challenged to be a better God is so easy, why doesn't he do it. Bruce is then bestowed "the  power" and is God for a week. He immediately begins to use all of his power for his own benefit. His stupidity costs him Grace. He finds out about the legions of prayers being offered up and tries to answer them all by "creating" an easy e-mail prayer response device. What he does is give everyone what ever they ask for and it begins to destroy the town's peacefulness.

There are only so many Jim Carrey-isms I can take. And I took them, once in Ace Ventura, again in The Mask,  The Grinch. You get my point.  Directors need not cast Jim Carrey in a movie to wind him up and let him go. He went already. This is bad. It gets a C, for Jennifer and talking head Evan Baxter's flub up scene. The only funny scene in this entire movie.


The Matrix Reloaded
Released May 15, 2003

Sci-fi geeks can rest easy, The Matrix Reloaded, the hugely anticipated second installment in the trilogy from writer/director bros Andy and Larry Wachowski, has arrived. Now you can move out of your parents house. All your favorites return: Keanu Reeves as Neo, Laurence Fishburne as Morpheus, Carrie-Ann Moss as Trinity, and Hugo Weaving’s Agent Smith in more ways than one. Gloria Foster is The Oracle whose scenes were filmed just before her death in 2001. Harold Perrineau, Jr. is Link; you’ll recognize him as he was Augustus on HBO’s Oz. Nona Gaye is re-cast as Zee, Link’s wife, the role that initially starred Aaliyah. Jada Pinkett Smith is Niobi, the latest addition to the ass-kicking Zion Freedom Force, and Randall Duk Kim as the Keymaker. And the twins, can’t forget the dread locked, morphing bad guy twins played by Neil and Adrian Rayment. They change from human to demon form; a demon form that looks strikingly like Iron Maiden’s Eddie.

Admittedly, I wasn’t overcome by the initial Matrix phenomenon that many of my friends and the rest of the free world were. I had a hard time wrapping my head around this trying to remember all that happened in the first round. It wasn’t long into it that I realized that I really didn’t need to. I never felt lost. The message is obvious, but the surprise is gone. We’ve become acquainted with the marvel of The Matrix. There aren’t any questions answered. Neo is the Messiah to the Machine generated reality. He and his army are out to save Zion from imminent destruction. This installment is heavily laden with computer generated imagery, more than its predecessor. We are introduced to the Keymaker, the character that Neo, Trinity and Morpheus need to find and then protect, though we don’t ever know what his purpose is other than literally having a key for everything. Fight scenes are long and drawn out, choreographed to the tee so that I never really believed they were fighting, dancing maybe, not fighting. As far as the effects are concerned - because let’s face it, this is what this is all about – The Matrix Reloaded is a complete work of art. The absolute best part of this movie: the unbelievable chase scenes, most notably Trinity’s bike chase. If you last through the enormous credits, accompanied by the sounds of Rage Against the Machine and P.O.D., you will get a glimpse into The Matrix Revolutions due in November. Don’t plan on getting any inside into movie #3. I couldn’t tell what movie it was promoting. Let's just say a new enemy is at the gate. I'm not into stars, thumbs up or any of that nonsense. The Matrix Reloaded earns an A- for magnificent effects, huge action and phenomenal chase scenes. The minus is for the long, drawn out choreographed fight/dance scenes. Half of which would have sufficiently delivered the kick ass, kung fu action. As good as the first? Oh, yes.

**after the hype of the Matrix trilogy died, I realized that these movies made no sense whatsoever.

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