Moore Brothers
Colossal Small
[Amazing Grease]
Rating: 3.9
"Holy cute, Batman! There are two kids wearing our costumes on the cover of
this album!"
"Yes, Boy Wonder. It does not bode well."
"Holy even-more-aggravating, Batman! Are we going to be talking through this
whole review?"
"No, faithful companion. That would be too annoying, and, besides, other than
my creating the 'Bat Dance,' what do we know about music?"
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This record originally pissed me off to the point of irrationality. There are
records that lose you so much that you'll ignore their good points. Same goes
for bands. For a long time, due to Bono's preachy period, I wouldn't
acknowledge that U2 had ever done anything good, but now I can be "One" with
them. Likewise, I really wanted to tear Colossal Small apart, but
after obligatory relistens, I must admit it has some melodic niceness here
and there, and the time changes seem to work. The brothers are actually
brothers, Greg and Thom, so while I can't say this about their earlier
incarnations-- groups such as Colorful Calliope, Orange Kate, Lord Escalator,
the Plumps, and Thumb of the Maid-- their name doesn't make me twitch. Now
on to the things that do irritate me...
In honor of the way these Altadena, California-based "Englishmen" emulate
Robert Pollard's singing and songwriting style, the following paragraph will
be written only in words taken from the name Guided by Voices:
Voices guided by Guided by Voices. Guided by Voices voices guided voices.
Voices by Guided by Voices voices. By Guided by Voices guided. Voices?
Guided by Voices. By By By.
Okay, that was stupid, but I hope it brings home my point. The band cites the
Soft Boys as an influence, which is probably a cool way of saying Robyn
Hitchcock, but to my ear, it's a real GBV rip going on. Once Americans sing
in an English accent and they're not Green Day, it's hard not to make that
comparison. Perhaps the Anglo named Thom was doomed from birth, but couldn't
Greg have fought the affectation? The songs are less sketchy than Pollard's
outfit, and softer and folkier, with an accent on loosely strummed acoustic
guitars. So if you've always wanted Pollardized (or Hitchcocked) music that's
gentler, longer, and worse, this might be your disc.
From the opening track, "Harry Lion," where the "brush" of "toothbrush" is
given three syllables, the Brothers seem intent on awkwardly making much of
pointless things, and finessing over-clever moves for the sake of cuteness.
The oh-so-eccentrically titled "Nicholas Pulse" offers the riddle, "The horse
follows the face/ Does the face follow the horsie?" Well, I'm no equestrian,
but to my knowledge, the horse doesn't follow the face, and I'm certain grown
men shouldn't be saying "horsie." All the tempo changes and cryptic lyrics
regarding a man "writing on a chalkboard in a most alarming way" add up to
nothing more than three buckets of quirk. The rest of the album traffics in
either hard quirk or soft quirk.
The title track gives us the musical oxymoron, a literary tool used
infrequently since Cream coined "my dull surprise." Still, the song is
colossally slow, generating small interest. On the epic ballad "Moleslica"
(pronounced "Mole Slicer"), Thom sings, "Well, it's blow blow blow to her
head/ Slice slice slice to her heart," without any word word word really
indicating true human pain, but rather some fantastic battle between Lewis
Carroll-type creations.
The Mole Slicer, the animals presented in "Harry Lion," and whatever creatures
(they could be aliens, but I'm thinking cats-- it's hard to tell) are
represented in "The Humans Will Take Care" bring me to my next gripe: why
can't anyone write about being a human anymore? Have we bought our own sci-fi
future-shock clap-trap? Everyone has to be a robot or a computer or a kitty.
Have we really gotten so sour that we can't explore ourselves anymore? Is the
only compelling emotion alienation? The fantastic detachment of escape from
ourselves?
I certainly got fantastically detached as Colossal Small rolled on.
"The Outsiders" perks up a bit at points, sounding like an "Avengers"-style
TV show theme song. However, the perky part keeps changing back into a slow,
folky vamp, and there's some truly awkward use of the tremolo peddle on the
guitar solo. At least, I think that's what it is; I'm not much of a gearhead.
The thing than made Tommy James' voice go in and out on "Crimson and Clover."
The Brothers explore a different direction on "Calligraphy Mouth," employing
some vibraphones and round singings. Unfortunately, this song sounds like
nothing other than Sir Paul McCartney's "Wonderful Christmastime." And is
simply not wonderful.
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"Holy closure, Batman! We're back!"
"Shut up, Robin."
-Dan Kilian