Dust Brothers
Fight Club
[Restless]
Rating: 7.0
I'd been scratching my chin and wondering, "When are those intrepid Dust
Brothers going to come out with an album all their own?" Sure, they've
produced some of the best albums of the decade: Paul's Boutique,
and Odelay... but when, o when, would they show us their true
selves, without the framework of another artist's music upon which to
hang their mask?
Well, I didn't know it at first, but at the exact moment I was bemoaning
this lack of original Dust Brothers music, I had in my possession that
which I sought! Fight Club is composed in its entirety by the Dust
Brothers, making it the closest thing to a solo record by Mike and John
that's out there right now. Are you excited? Are you grabbing your crotch?
You know you are.
So, with much pomp and circumstance involving crushed velvet and my hairy,
naked body, I listened. Yes, I played the soundtrack over and over
again. I played it through my home system, I played it through my headphones.
I played it for you, Sammy. What I found was not astounding, not
amazing, and not particularly sexy. It was a soundtrack, much like many
others, only much better.
Fight Club serves the purpose of soundtrack and score to a tee,
providing compelling background music that evokes feelings from the audience
as they watch the movie. However, Fight Club transcends this model
by providing a level of depth to the music beyond their peers. The atmosphere
of the songs vary greatly, though not surprisingly, the majority of the
tracks suggest suspense, action and climax.
Varying in electronic style from sparse drum-n-bass to sort of a pseudo
trip-hop, Fight Club consistently does much with very little. Many
tracks are composed with an eye toward efficacy-- "the power to produce an
effect." While Fight Club sounds like a score in the respect that
it's completely lyric-free, and in that it follows a tempo dictated by the
action of its film counterpart, this soundtrack is clearly of the caliber
to be enjoyed not only for homoerotic reminiscences of the movie but afterward--
perhaps while drinking coffee or buying Crystal Meth.
As you'd imagine, there's dissonance on Fight Club. Sharp, mechanical
sounds warp around one another, colliding with drum beats and unusual samples.
And it's all done with a light touch that evokes more than the sum of its parts
would suggest. Similarly, a few lyric moments cut the tension. There's the
acid-jazzy organ opening of "Mario," the whimsical bossa of "Corporate World,"
and the bongos-n-bass of "Hessell, Raymond K."
I'd still like to hear the
Brothers stretch out without any constraints and make a solo record for their
fans and themselves. The album's lack of vocals is a little disappointing,
but it's easily offset by the overall quality of the tunes. Fight Club
is one of the few soundtracks you can listen to and forget that it's a
soundtrack at all. It hangs together as well as most traditional albums and
I give them credit for that.
-James P. Wisdom