Camper Van Beethoven
...Is Dead, Long Live...
[Pitch-a-Tent]
Rating: 7.2
David Lowery has always been his own worst enemy. He's built a career on making people guess
whether or not he's joking, and even his most vocal supporters are likely to have differing
opinions on the subject from song to song. For twenty years and at least three bands, the man
has been playing the Shell Game with his tongue and cheeks, like this:
David Lowery: "Now, thadies and jdendlemen, waj clodely and keep your eye on da thung, but
ruhmember, da thung is fadser dan de eye! Now, thadies and jdendlemen, where joo you thuppothe
the dung is now?"
Listening Public: "It's right there, David, in your left cheek."
David Lowery: "Ah! Wrong! It is, in fact, on the bookcase to your left, hidden behind that
dusty bottle of Unicum, the national liqueur of Hungary!"
Listening Public: "Sure, David. Sure."
Camper Van Beethoven-- criminally underrated during their existence and disingenuously lauded
after having disbanded-- just couldn't shake the perception that they were somehow a novelty
act, because nobody was able to determine when they were actually being serious. So Lowery
went and formed Cracker, a band that can't shake the perception that they're really Blues
Traveler, because now nobody can tell when they're not being serious.
David Lowery is the David Eggers of rock-- critics and listeners generally admit there's
something to his work, but keep their distance nonetheless, afraid of being lured into some
mean-spirited trick. That whole noncommittal thing was Lowery's long before anybody else tried
it, though, and to many of us, it's clear that his past is peppered with heartbreaking works
of staggering... well, something.
Now, more than 10 years after Camper Van Beethoven's demise, Lowery and cohorts Victor
Krummenacher and Jonathan Segel have decided to release, through Lowery's own Pitch-a-Tent
Records, an album of outtakes, live performances, demos and rarities. Sounds like a bad idea
to you? It probably was. But some of us really miss Camper Van Beethoven. And to those of
us who've found ourselves, despite our best efforts, thinking that maybe Cracker's chicken-fried
shtick has passed over the better bits of Camper's sensibility, it's a bad idea whose time has
come. Somehow, the boys make it sound alright.
Camper Van Beethoven is Dead, Long Live Camper Van Beethoven is shrouded in the usual
Camperian mystery. The idea, evidently, was to release an album of "leftovers" that didn't
sound like one. To this end, the various live bits, partially completed songs and demos have
been cut-and-pasted together, smeared with an obfuscating layer of samples and sound effects,
and had their origins generally obliterated. The whole thing bleeds together, with unfamiliar
bits starting out blurry, coming into focus and then resolving into more familiar melodies
before suddenly disappearing. It's an interesting approach, and it helps smooth over the
cracks in what is, by its very nature, some uneven material.
None of this stuff is revelatory, of course, but a lot of it's better than it really has any
right to be. The live material includes an excellent cover of Zappa's "Who are the Brain
Police?"-- which sounds more like it's being performed by the Soft Boys than by Camper Van
Beethoven-- and "S.P. 37957," a medley which exemplifies the sort of Camper Van strangeness
that so bewildered people in the '80s: the track careers wildly from an original Eastern
European-tinged instrumental to a spot-on recreation of Zeppelin's "Dazed and Confused."
Other highlights are the possibly partly maybe new "Klondike," which features a sample of
the violin melody from Camper's own "The Fool," and an orchestral version of "All Her Favorite
Fruit" from 1989's Key Lime Pie, quite simply one of the finest songs ever put to
record.
Sure, this is pretty much a cult-fodder release, and it's naturally much thinner than the
band's proper albums-- especially their last two. Still, it hangs together remarkably well.
The album's real value, of course, is that it hints that Lowery, Krummenacher and Segel are
still in touch with their snotty, inscrutable weird sides-- and with each other's snotty,
inscrutable weird sides, for that matter. And in that there is hope for the future.
-Zach Hooker