Smoking Popes
1991-1998
[Double Zero]
Rating: 8.1
He's a hulking specimen of a man, and I've called him friend for a long,
long time. Of Dave's many joys and foibles, few have confounded me like his
obsession with 7" indie rock singles. Sure, he's digging into the roots of
new bands as he pores over the long boxes at Repo Records, and he was
talking about Green Day when I thought they were eco- core, but he never
actually listens to them. He carefully files them away in plastic
sleeves, in his meticulously catalogued and organized collection of hundreds
of seven- inchers. I couldn't understand this past the obsessive baseball-
card aspect, that is, until I got my greasy tentacles on the Smoking Popes'
91-98 collection.
Mine eyes hath seen the light from thine asshole, Honorable David! This, my
third review of records by the Popes, looks to be the last, as they have
apparently disbanded, leaving two full- lengths on Capitol Records and a
number of obscure seven- inchers. A-ha! Seven- inchers, you say! Why, yes!
Y'see, odiferous reader, 91-98 is a collection drawn from
four of the band's most substantial singles and their first LP (previously
released on Johann's Face), Get Fired. These 23 songs are thoughtfully
organized chronologically and segmented into separate tracks for your listening
pleasure.
And, listening pleasure is what you get. No better oeuvre could be
imagined, for 91-98 is a chronicle of the transformation of the
Smoking Popes from relatively middle- of- the- road Dag Nasty- ish punk
to the unique pop- punk entity that they became before splitting up.
In the beginning, Josh Caterer's vocals were buried beneath a roar of
frenetic guitars, but over time, Caterer's voice developed and earned
a more dominant spot in the mix.
Likewise, the other two Caterer brothers, Eli and Matt (on guitar and bass,
respectively), seemed to tame their instruments as they drew near the end
of the road, leaning toward more nuanced, flowing, less jagged arrangements.
Mike Felumlee beats the skins with abandon, earning the comment "I like the
drums" from not one, but two of my hippie friends, and everybody
knows hippies know drums better than anybody. Don't get me wrong, the Popes'
early material is pure energy; "Sandra,"
an ode to no other than Sandra Bernhard sticks in your head long after
you've turned the music off, the tempo changes in "Writing a Letter"
make me spooze, and "Breaking" is undiluted angst in its rawest form.
As the disc wears on, initiated fans will recognize earlier versions of
"Let's Hear It for Love" and "Can't Find It," in all their lesser- produced
glory. Josh gets up close and personal with some of the most gut- wrenchingly
honest breakup/ get- together lyrics penned since the Smiths broke up, all as
you watch the guys' instrumental skill and confidence skyrocket. It's a rare
album that lets you hear nearly the whole career of a short- lived band as it
transforms, but 91-98 does it right. This is a must- have for fans, and
highly recommendable for anyone who can dig watching the transformation from
something special into... something... even more special... yeah.
-James P. Wisdom