Creeper Lagoon
Take Back the Universe and Give Me Yesterday
[Dreamworks]
Rating: 4.9
Flipping channels, I happened upon these guys doing their thing a few weeks
back on that "Later" show with Craig Kilborn. They looked impeccably alterna;
I think one of them was even playing a Jaguar, the de rigueur instrument
of the horn-rimmed and floppy-haired set. The band played "Wrecking Ball," the
second track off this album, their latest offering of musical cream-of-wheat.
Needless to say, I wasn't any more impressed with the live performance of the
song than I am with the recorded version.
Praise can be a bitch, and these guys got it in truckloads after 1998's I
Become Small and Go. And then came the predictions and expectations. Such
expectations can be a band's worst enemy, and in Take Back the Universe,
I see a withered, deflated, spittle-filled hype balloon; not the Hindenberg
I'd been led to expect. Some people, however, do dig this album quite a bit.
Consider the following.
A reviewer writing about this very album for another online publication
described Creeper Lagoon's sound as "a better version of the Wallflowers,"
adding that the band "may help to revive the sorry state of mainstream
music."
"Yes, by Jehovah, I think we've got it! [removes monocle and wipes the
sweat beads off his brow]. Were we to improve upon the Wallflowers, there
is a faint chance we might successfully deflect the main stream of music,
as it were, from its moribund collision course with mediocrity! It seems as
if the solution was under our noses, all along! [leans back, uncorks the
for-special-occasions-only absinthe bottle on the shelf, and slips on The
Best of Journey]."
Huh. Well, try as I might I can't put off a discussion of the music for much
longer. "Chance of a Lifetime" kicks things off, but only in the most
my-grandma-takes-karate sense. Remember a silly, short-lived hair-metal
power-ballad band called Firehouse? It's okay if you don't want to admit it.
Anyhow, they had a hit called "Love of a Lifetime" that's strikingly similar
in feel to this song. The production, if nothing else, is lovely. Those
Dreamworks dollars were put to good use; Spielberg, Geffen and the one that
starts with "K" ought to be proud. Maybe this will make it onto the A.I.
soundtrack. Unfortunately, the song itself really does sound like a better
version of the Wallflowers. Or, for that matter, any one of a million bands
putting out numbingly conventional music, with only marginally better fashion
sense than the Dave Matthews band to distinguish them from VH1 and frathouse
fodder.
"Wrecking Ball," which I briefly touched on in the scintillating first
paragraph, is actually the best track on the album. Just not quite "good,"
though. The chorus is pretty decent but the verses need some help. "Sunfair"
starts off with some U2-style "this is dancy, but not really" electronic
drums and Ian Sefchick doing some kind of "Bono for a day" shtick. I can
almost see the wraparound glasses and giant Zoo TV screens, except in place
of the ludicrously named the Edge, we have the even more ludicrously named
Sharky Laguana. Just as you're reaching for the skip button, Sharky ditches
the Edge-iness of track three for a tepid, budget-Jimmy Page kind of
instrumental called "She Loves Me Not." Let's just say it's not quite "Babe
I'm Gonna Leave You," and leave it at that.
"Up All Night" mercifully brings us back to the late 90's, and back to the
task at hand: improving upon the Wallflowers and reinventing Third Eye Blind.
Look for Ian Sefchick to collaborate with Santana in the near future. Really,
if your parents don't dig this, there's something wrong with them. This is
music for the drive to pick up the kids from soccer practice, or to the doctor
for dad's yearly prostate exam. "Naked Days," on the other hand, is so
unremarkable that, in a gesture of protest, I'm going to leave out the
punctuation at the end of this sentence
"Dead Man Saloon" is a definite quality spike in Take Back the Universe's
musical flatline. The melody is fair-- there's some sugary piano accompaniment
and even a tastefully short solo at the end. "Hey Sister" is "Summer of '69
2001," with all due apologies to Bryan Adams. There are some very redeeming
Cars-esque keyboard parts to just barely keep this track afloat.
But to continue in this track-by-track manner would be pointless. There are
lots of people who like this album, and other albums by this band. I do not
understand those people in the very least. I wish their children's soccer
teams and their prostates the best of luck and health, respectively. As for
the rest of you, I've said my piece. If you're still not quite convinced:
Sharky Laguana.
-Camilo Arturo Leslie