The Figgs
Couldn't Get High
[Absolute A Go Go]
Rating: 8.3
The Figgs refuse to leave the bar. They feel safe there, insulated
from the harsh realities that have blasted them through three record labels
over the course of four short years. They spend their time drinking and
smoking, rehashing what went wrong, and reminiscing about how great things
used to be. Like on their debut, Low-Fi At Society High, when they
recorded an album of pub- rock as brilliant as anything Elvis Costello or
Graham Parker ever managed to lay down. But when the record label Low-Fi
was released on went under, the Figgs' fortunes were sold like those of an
overachieving, overlooked minor leaguer to Capitol, who sent them packing after
their Banda Macho failed to sell.
Now, calling the ultra- indie label Absolute A Go Go home, realization of
their fate may be settling in: the Figgs were born never to be noticed,
and never to be high. Yet, here we find them, momentarily soaring again,
only occasionally clipped by tired material. Their complex pop genius
still sounds so casual, so unassuming. Only at the record's end do they
admit their curse, singing "It's always a breakdown."
Last call, you say? Wait a minute. Life's been unfair to the Figgs and that
calls for another drink. Bring 'em another round, since they've gone out of
their way to do the same for us. Just don't ask them to pay for it.
They're broke.
-James Coyle