Reindeer Section
Son of Evil Reindeer
[PIAS America; 2002]
Rating: 6.6
Melancholy is the primary fuel source of indie rock, the emotional petroleum that
drives the creative engine of a thousand guitar-wielding Droopy Dans and Dianes.
To extend the metaphor, the most oil-rich region of the world is undoubtedly the
United Kingdom, with Scotland serving as the Saudi Arabia crown jewel of resource
surplus. I've never set foot in the land of kilts, bagpipes, and Groundskeeper
Willie, but I've watched enough British Open television coverage to know that sun
is an exceptionally rare commodity in this squall-laden territory. One can almost
imagine Scotsmen harvesting bushels of gloom from beneath their many moors, a
candidate in its own right for most depressing environmental feature.
So then, it's no surprise that rainy day rock royalty Belle & Sebastian hail from
Scotland, as well as many lesser members of the genre's nobility: Arab Strap, Mogwai,
Astrid, Eva, and so on. All of the above have sent representatives Parliament-style
to back up Snow Patrol's Gary Lightbody and his Reindeer Section project, first last
year with the decidedly un-British-sounding Y'all Get Scared Now, Ya Hear! and
again with the shiny new Son of Evil Reindeer. For the second album, Lightbody
adds even more countrymen to his stable, signing up Cobain idol Eugene Kelly of
the Vaselines, Idlewild's Roddy Woomble, and Teenage Fanclub's Norman Blake. Guess
we'll have to wait until album #3 to get the Bay City Rollers.
Unfortunately, it's a telling fact that, despite all these, um, famous names, the most
compelling track on Son of Evil Reindeer is "Where I Fall," the one track stripped
down to just Lightbody playing folksinger solitaire. It's not that the contributions
aren't competent, but for such a varied cast of characters, the arrangements are
surprisingly familiar. Only B&S; trumpetman Mick Cooke, who provides typically playful
and catchy horn flourishes throughout, and vocal contributions from Kelly, Arab Strap's
Aidan Moffat, and Eva's Jenny Reeve register as anything more than just session work from
the carefully assembled starpower.
It's the vocal combinations Lightbody seems most concerned with, though, and the guest
appearances provide a bit of a palate to choose from for the task of coloring in his
song sketches. Most of the male mic-men (Lightbody, Blake, Woomble) bring similar shades
of buttermilk croon to the table, but Moffat shines with a disinterested thick lilt over
the minor chord piano swirls of "Whodunnit." Reeve's harmonies make already plush songs
all the more pillowy, combining with Lightbody for a half-thawed Low sound on "Cartwheels"
and "Budapest".
Still, there's very little on Son of Evil Reindeer to perk up the ears for anyone
with more than a couple Jeepster products in their Case Logic. Its twelve songs all chart
somewhere between the low point of dullish (drum machine snoozer "Who Told You?", the
uncomfortably anthemic "You Are My Joy") and the high point of pleasant (frown-pop gem
"Strike Me Down"). All too often Lightbody's compositions resort to textbook dynamics,
most commonly of the soft-acoustic-pluck-gradually-changing-into-string-and-brass-laden-lush-peak
sort (consult "Grand Parade" or "Cartwheels" for context).
All the same, at the Nick Drake Memorial Melancholy Pop World Championships, the Reindeer
Section is a tough Dream Team to beat, with only the equally rain-soaked Northwest U.S. squad
the Long Winters able to match up. And while Son of Evil Reindeer could be pretty easily
interchanged with the day job projects of any single member participating, the fact remains
that the Scottish do this kind of mostly cloudy ambience better than any other autonomous
region, and a sampling of their near-best talent provides just about exactly what you would
expect. Like a rainy Sunday, it's soothing in small quantities, but may induce restlessness
over extended periods.
-Rob Mitchum, September 3rd, 2002