Babe the Blue Ox
The Way We Were
[RCA]
Rating: 7.1
Director: Closing shot, "Don't Soot Minnesota" public service announcement,
take two.
Paul Bunyan: Hiya, kids. I'm Paul Bunyan. I wanted to remind everyone that
only you can prevent forest fires. Please don't make Paul cry... Oh,
and if I can throw in one last recommendation...
Director: What the...?! Cut! Cut!
Producer: No, Toby, let's hear what he has to say.
Director: This better be good... keep rolling.
Paul Bunyan: Now, kids, I don't get around to listening to much music. All
this forest fire-preventing and defending America from Canadians keeps me
pretty busy. But I happened upon this band called Babe the Blue Ox.
Babe the Blue Ox: Moo?!
Paul Bunyan: Ho ho! No, silly, not you! Babe the Blue Ox is a funky little
indie band from Brooklyn. Although I can't for the life of me see why they're
still considered "indie." I took notice of them when my lawyer...
[Paul's lawyer walks on set]
Lawyer: Hiya!
Paul Bunyan: ...when ol' Barry here came to me saying that some little band
from the Big Apple wanted the rights to use my pet cow's name. I'm not one
to stop kids from dreaming, so I said, "Ho ho! Sure!" Now, I kept up with
this trio for years, and I'm proud to say they've just released another album,
The Way We Were. They effortlessly shift from butt-funky grooves to
delicate melodies.
Hanna and Rosalee are the best all-female rhythm section I've ever come
across. They lock that shit down. It's so deep and nasty at times
that it makes me want to run away, become a gymnosophist, and get sweaty.
They're as colorful and scrumptious as a bowl full of Skittles and Starburst.
I wanna put 'em all in my mouth at once until I can't chew and rainbow drool
runs down my chin.
Tim Thomas, the singer and guitarist, has a penchant for packing a melody,
hook, and groove into a deceptively simple package. His playing can morph
from feather-light picking to wah-wah shake to stocky assault. And when one
of the girls chimes in to back up Tim's pipes... why, it's just sour cream
frosting.
The Way We Were offers 14 unique nuggets of sweet songs. It's a total blast!
On "Basketball," in particular, they pull it all together into a breezy playground
anthem. It's not deep. It's not groundbreaking. It's just a quick blast-- the gush
of a fire hydrant in the sweltering summer.
It's also possible that The Way We Were is a light concept album about
bein' in a band in a big city. It's best listened to on public transportation
with headphones. A soundtrack to anonymity and motion in the big city. It's
hard to hate that, kids. This is the sound of a veteran band having a ball
and being in-the-zone. So, remember-- number one, only you can prevent
forest fires. And, number two, go out and buy Babe the Blue Ox's The Way
We Were for a fresh blast of outside air in the claustrophobic subway
tunnels of modern rock. Please don't make Paul cry... okay, scratch that.
Number one, buy the new Babe the Blue Ox record, then, number two, that
forest fire crap.
[Paul, his Lawyer, and Babe hold hands and hooves, singing the candy
chorus of "Basketball," as the camera pulls back to reveal postcard-esque
Minnesota wilderness.]
Paul, Laywer, and Babe: "Pass it to me, I am free/ Look, there's no one
guarding me/ Never gonna be/ Never gonna be/ Ten feet tall...
Director: Goddamn, that's beautiful!
-Brent DiCrescenzo