American Steel
Jagged Thoughts
[Lookout!; 2001]
Rating: 3.1
For all intents and purposes, American Steel are a punk band. Don't let the
black-and-white photo of an acoustic guitar on the album cover fool you; there's
nothing acoustic about the guitars these guys play. American Steel do not play
pure, walloping punk (few bands really do) as much as they create a grotesque
amalgam of past punk-related styles. There's second-hand ska in "Two Crooks,"
emo flourishes just about everywhere, and a tendency toward incredibly deep,
guttural guitar tones culled from the hardcore scene. And the centerpiece of it
all is the tortured voice of Ruauri, who apparently has no last name, as all
attempts to research it bore no fruit.
Ruauri's voice is really like no other, though it seems obvious that he's
listened to Joe Strummer's bizarre wail a few times. You'll likely be able to
locate a few distinct syllables strewn amongst his various moans and screams,
and occasionally, whole words, or even whole lines will stand out. But mostly,
it's just the sound of a caterwauling mammal looking for a mate, or trying to
find the key that the instruments are playing in.
For choruses, American Steel revert to the tried and true herding instinct,
here applied as: "If we all yell at the same time, one of us might hit the
target note." And sometimes they do, but it fails to result in a single
memorable chorus. It takes a few times through to realize that they're not
saying, "Debbie works for all of us," in the opener, "Shrapnel." Luckily, they
repeat the chorus five times in the song, so it gradually becomes clear that
they're just whipping out bullshit like, "Jagged thoughts are all I've heard/
Spitting shards of vitriol/ Jagged thoughts are all I've got/ Shredding my soul/
Shrapnel!" Apparently, all those jagged thoughts have cut to tattered shreds
the parts of Ruauri's brain that allow him to form recognizable words. The
partially harmonized guitar solo and lethargic tempo drag the song kicking and
screaming back to the 70s, and evoke the exact music that original punks rebelled
against.
"New Religion Every Day" follows, offering no melody in the verse, but plenty of
group shouting in the chorus. The song initially evaded my radar more subtly
than a Stealth bomber in Iraq, and when I finally forced myself to pay attention
to it, I was struck only by its banality. "Rainy Day" is supposed to be the
power ballad, I think, but it has no melody-- only that same old tuneless
wailing. The completely unintelligible vocals don't help elaborate on the
themes much, either.
"There's a New Life" finally kicks in the punk energy, and it works a little
better than its predecessors, as a result. It's also the shortest offering
here, which scores it automatic points. It's followed by "Lonely All the
Time," which seems to aspire toward traditional rock and roll, employing a
barnacle-encrusted chord progression and a cute little organ to remind you of
how quaint the song is. "Maria" attempts roughly the same thing, with equally
unimpressive results. Ruauri mangles some little Mick Jagger vocal moves as the
band establishes the molasses tempo. The overused chords and annoying organ add
to the overall impression that American Steel are attempting to morph into Bruce
Springsteen, but instead of the punk Nebraska, we get the whole herd
yelling, "Maria, the moment is right!" and a second-rate "Born to Run."
The album's second half is better than the first, but not by much. "Time Gone
By" is under two minutes of mediocre punk. "Turn It Out" overcomes its
indiscernible verse with a decent, throwaway chorus, and the band sounds
confident revisiting the ska-punk of their first two albums on "Two Crooks."
Bassist John A. pulls out some impressive licks for "Wake Up Alone," but
they're lost in producer/engineer Kevin Army's trebly sonic soup. After the
decidedly un-punk sentiment of "I Don't Mind," Jagged Thoughts stumbles
to a close with the crusty progressions and abortive back-up harmonies of "Day
to Night (Like a Hint)." The chorus is actually the least memorable part, which
kind of defeats the purpose of even having a chorus.
The sad truth of the whole matter is that American Steel seem to make a genuine
attempt to broaden their sound on Jagged Thoughts, and they completely
fail. The best moments, if they exist, are the throwbacks to their earlier
work-- the rough punk and the pilfered ska. All the noodly guitars and boring
verses ultimately add up to something akin to a singed, one-eyed teddy bear:
easy to pity, but hard to love.
-Joe Tangari, July 13th, 2001