Jon Spencer Blues Explosion
Plastic Fang
[Matador; 2002]
Rating: 2.5
Pity poor Matador Records. A mere seven or eight years ago, Gerard
Cosloy and Chris Lombardi's New York label was the undisputed king of
the alternative rock world, sporting a roster full of
just-off-the-mainstream-radar luminaries like
Pavement, Liz Phair, and Guided by Voices. But since then, Matador's
thoroughbreds have all weakened, be it from a) recording silence after
marriage/childbirth/divorce, b) loss of uniqueness from courting radio,
or c) splintering into less compelling solo entities. Were it not for
lucrative back catalog sales and a pack of Scottish nancy-boys, Matador
would surely be frolicking in record label heaven with IRS and Twin/Tone.
Jon Spencer and his Blues Explosion weren't quite in the upper
echelon of the above artists, but they were sufficiently high profile
to appear in Rolling Stone and on 120 Minutes back in
those headier mid-nineties. At their peak, JSBX straddled the line
between novelty act and early-rock throwback by whitening up the
blues behind Spencer's 'Elvis with Tourette's Syndrome' vocals. It
was an entertaining gimmick, albeit one with a short shelf life, and it
was already starting to fizzle by the time of 1995's Now I Got
Worry. Perhaps recognizing this, the band experimented with Dan
the Automator and Alec Empire for the Acme and Xtra-Acme
albums, to uniformly bland results.
In response to those failures, Spencer & Co. have returned to the
basics for Plastic Fang: two guitars, a bag full of riffs, and
frequent interjections of "Blues Explosion!" Never mind the tiny
fact that the band's gimmick, if tired in the mid-nineties, is
downright comatose these days. Nobody seems to have informed JSBX
that the world's music warehouse has become overstocked on pale-faced
blues, with the White Stripes, etc. improving the sound by keeping
things quick and raw while dispensing with the ironic wink.
Or perhaps the Blues Explosion is aware of the garage revival, and
looking to claim some kind of Neil Young-esque patriarchal crown. If
so, the dozen tracks of Plastic Fang fail miserably, giving
off the appearance of a 35 year-old accountant hanging around the old
frat house on Homecoming weekend. From the limp rockabilly of first
single "She Said" to the faux-live party-stomper "Hold On,"
the Blues Explosion never venture outside of territory they haven't
already beaten to death, producing hollow echoes of their stronger
early days.
Don't fault Russell Simins, whose Grade-A drumming on "Money Rock N'
Roll" and "The Midnight Creep" is comparable to putting a Corvette
engine in a Ford Focus. No, blame should be firmly thrown towards
bandleader Spencer, whose drawling soul man act has shifted from
tongue-in-cheek egotism to outright cartoon. Punctuating verses with
yells of "Blues Explosion!" and "Rock and roll!" might have amused me
when I was 15, but in an age where Jay-Z self-promotes seventeen
different aliases over the course of an album, Spencer sounds just
plain out-of-touch. Given that Plastic Fang lyrically seems
to be a loose concept album casting Spencer as a werewolf... well,
that really doesn't even require further comment.
The dual guitar interplay of Spencer and Judah Bauer remains spottily
potent, as on "Over and Over," but usually loses its charm by the
one-minute point of the song. Had JSBX kept things short and poorly
recorded, a stronger case could probably have been made for salvaging
this project. But tracks tend to stretch out over four lifelessly
produced minutes so that Spencer can make tired Frampton and James
Brown references, coasting along with a fraction of the energetic
kick they used to have. It's ironic, and a little bit sad, to see a
band whose original goal was to steer the music world back towards
Marquee Club-era Stones grow as stodgy and irrelevant as Steel
Wheels-era Stones.
So while JSBX hasn't formally announced Plastic Fang as their
farewell album, this writer's going to go ahead and pronounce them
officially deceased (hopefully tricking them into retiring). In true
series finale style, it's time to fire up Green Day's "Time of Your
Life" and run the slo-mo highlight reel: the brilliant Aerosmith/Run
DMC sendup video for "Flavor," that other video where John C. Reilly
played Simins, the collaborations with R.L. Burnside and Rufus
Thomas, and what the hell, Spencer's wife Cristina Martinez running
around in a bra and miniskirt. Farewell, Blues Explosion... we knew
ye too well.
-Rob Mitchum, April 18th, 2002