Samples
The Tan Mule
[What Are Records?]
Rating: 1.6
Here's an idea: Take an as of yet unreleased album from a mediocre band, add
a couple of bonus tracks and a nifty carrying case then sell it via mail
order for twice its face value. Aside from providing the aforementioned
marketing disaster with its title, The Tan Mule is apparently also the
nickname of a large American station- wagon that graces the cover of the
Samples' 1998 studio recording and the subject of the ham- fisted eulogy that
serves as the album's title track. Unfortunately, while the sentimental
contemplation of autos long past served well the likes of Neil Young and
Jack Logan, the Samples are not similarly graced.
The band also seems to borrow from Young the album's subject. No, not the
one from Trans. Instead, The Tan
Mule appears to ponder the passing of a friend a la Young's harrowing
Tonight's The Night. The language of the preceding sentence is purposefully
uncertain, as I still cling to the faint hope that the mortal reflections of
men who consider themselves artists would ascend above such wistful musings
as "Joey, please come back/ I need to fix your flat/ I think your windshield
wiper fluid is gone."
Where Young's haunted and broken voice lamented Danny Whitten's early
passing, the Samples mostly concoct their brand of airy pop to bury
their companion. Although they, at some points during the course of the
album, resurrect the souls of the Byrds, the Band and Young, it's done
without urgency and their inklings are quickly lost, awash in second rate
songwriting and instrumentation that recalls the latest Sting release. Such
problems are mitigated when Eben Grace's peddle steel stands tall in the
mix, but the otherwise, the album is a series of small, earnest failures.
Fortunately, The Tan Mule is only available as part of the previously
stated deluxe mail order package, where it will be less likely to harm the
innocent. If you so choose, contact What Are Records and shell out the $32
price of admission. Otherwise, check the used bin of my local disc store in
about twenty minutes.
-Neil Lieberman