The Pros and Cons of Hitch Hiking – Roger Waters (full album review)

As one quarter of Pink Floyd, Roger Waters built his legend around crafting albums tied together by grandiose thematic ideas, philosophical lyrics, and spectacular sonic experimentation. But the eventual, early-1980s disintegration of Pink Floyd left him free to pursue his own artistic inclinations, completely unencumbered by the creative and interpersonal restrictions of his former band mates. Ironically, it was a project that had very nearly been taken up by the Floyd that would end up as his first solo release: Waters had originally demoed The Pros and Cons of Hitch Hiking along with another album – entitled Bricks in the Wall – to the rest of his band in July 1977. After a long debate, the band eventually decided that they preferred Bricks in the Wall (which, of course, eventually ended up as the now-famous The Wall) and the draft of The Pros and Cons of Hitch Hiking was dropped without much fanfare.

The concept of The Pros and Cons of Hitch Hiking, as envisioned by Waters in 1977, rotates around a man (curiously named Reg) who has a series of dreams about committing adultery during the onset of a midlife crisis. The concept of hitch hikers is presented here as a metaphor for unattached and lonely people, and the middle-aged Reg, who dreams that he and his (unnamed) wife are tourists driving along a country road in West Germany, is made to introduce one such person into his subconscious mind when he unwittingly picks up a hitch hiker in his dream. The album then follows his subsequent, semi-conscious examination of his failing marriage and his personal struggles with fidelity, with events taking place in real time (as indicated by the song titles). As an abstract peering into the human mind’s deepest and most boorish desires, The Pros and Cons of Hitch Hiking is a work dense with heavy symbolism, disturbing imagery, bizarrely shifting scenes, and Waters’ trademark black humour, which are all used to help unravel the tale of Reg’s internal battle with himself.

Unfortunately, Waters’ work proved too dense and complicated for most to comprehend – despite being backed by an elaborate supporting tour which featured a stage set up like a bedroom and a 27 foot high back screen, the album’s confusing plot structure and Waters’ stubborn insistence on wanting to perform everything as it had been recorded on the album resulted in a bewildering pantomime that didn’t go down well with most audiences, and ticket sales soon started to suffer. Some of the tour’s bad luck rubbed off on the album sales – The Pros and Cons of Hitch Hiking took eleven years to go gold, and by March 1985 – barely a year after its release – could only afford to be played in North America’s smaller venues. To rub salt in the wound, David Fricke, one of the Floyd’s biggest former champions, wrote that Waters’ latest creation was nothing more than “a petulant echo, a transparent attempt to prove that Roger Waters was Pink Floyd”.

As such, The Pros and Cons of Hitch Hiking isn’t as much a compilation of honest artistic expression as it is a revealing snapshot of its creator’s artistic insufficiencies and the actual mid-life issues plaguing him at the time. Even the unusual recklessness of the album cover, which features a rear-view nude photograph of pornography actress Linzi Drew (and subsequently drew heavy criticism from various feminist groups for being sexist and advertising rape), tells us as much: here was a man with nothing to lose but everything to prove. But even if the racy cover of The Pros and Cons of Hitch Hiking dramatically casts Waters as some modern-aged sexist, the contents of the album don’t quite share the same sentiment. Instead, opening track “4.30 AM (Apparently They Were Traveling Abroad)” introduces us to Reg, who divulges his tale with the greatest reluctance: “We were moving away from the border/Looking for somewhere to sleep/The two of us sharing the driving/Two hitch hikers slumped in the back seat,” he explains, with the barest hint at a plea for understanding in his voice as thunder rolls ominously in the distance. It is amidst these bizarre surroundings that Eric Clapton, who features on the album as a guest guitarist – and, as one suspects, the only able substitute for the now-estranged David Gilmour –, pipes up a mournful two-note solo that anticipates the rest of the album’s somber tone. Then, the album simultaneously settles into its story-telling groove and wildly ratchets up its sound: “4.33 AM (Running Shoes)” opens with a deafening saxophone blast from David Sanborn and finds Waters steadily upping the ante by having a trio of backing girls echo his every other line. Tellingly, Waters sounds a great deal more interested on here than he did the last time we heard him, which was on the final Pink Floyd album prior to the band’s dissolution (The Final Cut), and rightfully so – for this was his one chance to prove that he would always be the true brains of the classic Floyd lineup.

Likewise, the album frequently finds itself lacking in terms of mellifluous moments. Apart from Clapton’s tuneful solos and masterful contributions from David Sanborn’s sax, a significant amount of The Pros and Cons of Hitch Hiking presents itself as anathema to the ears. Before long, it becomes clear that the tempering influences of Gilmour, Wright, and Mason are sorely missed – no matter how much Waters wants to believe otherwise. For all its strident embellishment of the album’s placement in a foreign land, massive chunks of “4.37 AM (Arabs with Knives and West German Skies) are close to being completely unlistenable, with the massive passages devoted to unintelligible background whispering painfully hearkening back to the dullest moments of “Alan’s Psychedelic Breakfast” from 1970’s Atom Heart Mother. But for all his flaws when it comes to crafting rhythms and hooks, Roger Waters lyrical prowess has never been more complete. Perhaps wanting to underscore the obtuseness of Gilmour’s rather third-rate lyrics on About Face (his second solo effort), on “4.56 AM (For the First Time Today – Part 1)” Waters delivers a dispassionate yet well-weighted soliloquy on the senselessness of marriage to a couple which has all but lost their passion for each other: “You were my everyday excuse/For playing deaf, dumb, and blind/Who’d have ever thought/This was how it would end for you and me/To carry my own millstone/Out of the trees.” On “4.58 AM (Dunroamin, Duncarin, Dunlivin)”, he admits, with only the slightest hint of irony that, “I’d like to go on with this bit of a song/Describing this schmuck/I’d like to go on, but I’m going to throw up.” It’s powerful stuff.

As it comes from roughly the same timeframe as The Wall, much about The Pros and Cons of Hitch Hiking is strongly reminiscent of the former’s theatrical and much more stripped-down demeanor: the thundering introductory riff of “4.33 AM (Running Shoes)” is a dead-ringer throwback to both “In the Flesh” and “Young Lust”. Elsewhere, the petrified whispers of “4.47 AM (The Remains of our Love)” have clearly borrowed a thing or two from the terrified mumblings heard on “Don’t Leave Me Now”. Considering that the Floyd could so easily have worked on The Pros and Cons of Hitch Hiking instead of The Wall, it does give one pause to think how much more influential the Floyd could have been had they chosen to work with the former concept instead – particularly given that one frequent latter-day criticism of The Wall is the difficulty of trying to empathize with the insufferable character of the rock star Pink. In contrast, the fate of Reg – who is every bit the middle-aged and tormented everyman – would have been a much easier cause to champion. And who knows how more introspective The Wall could have been had Roger Waters been allowed to write about his disillusions with his rock star life completely on his own?

Instead, we hear a brow-beaten middle-aged man try and worm his way through a set of sketches that really would have benefited from the musical chemistry of his former band and the excising ruthlessness of Bob Ezrin, all while gazing down the boulevard of what-could-have-been. Still, even when viewed independently, The Pros and Cons of Hitch Hiking illustrates the sheer genius of a man at the peak of his artistic prowess and captures him in a state of single-mindedness that he had never demonstrated before, and, strangely, that he never would again. Considering its poor sales and the failure of its supporting tour, The Pros and Cons of Hitch Hiking is hardly the auspicious start that Waters would have wanted for his solo career, but he can still take heart in the fact that his first work still contains enough mystery worth unraveling even a quarter of a century later. If only the same could be said about 95% of everything else.

Score: 4/5

Lulu Tracklist Revealed

Metallica are particularly famous for their lengthy gestation period between albums (gaps of half a decade are not unheard of), so imagine my surprise when they announced a few weeks back that they would be releasing an album later this year. My eyebrows disappeared even further into my hairline when the announcement came that the album would actually be a collaborative release – with Lou Reed (of Velvet Underground fame) of all people.

And today, the album – entitled Lulu - had its full tracklist released; and it really looks like it’s going to be a big one. The album includes – among other things – a 19-and-a-half minute (!) closing track “Junior Dad” and two 11-minute tracks, “Cheat on Me” and “Dragon”:

Lulu tracklisting:

1 Brandenburg Gate (4.19)
2 The View (5.17)
3 Pumping Blood (7.24)
4 Mistress Dread (6.52)
5 Iced Honey (4.36)
6 Cheat On Me (11.26)
7 Frustration (8.33)
8 Little Dog (8.01)
9 Dragon (11.08)
10 Junior Dad (19.28)

Check out a video of the quintet performing together at the Rock and Roll Hall of Fame’s 25th Anniversary Concert in Cleveland, Ohio:

Man, listening to this entire affair is going to take some serious stamina.

(Lulu drops on the 31st of October worldwide and on the 1st of November in North America)

Discosis – Bran Van 3000 (full album review)

Everything about my first listen to Bran Van 3000’s Discosis told me that this was going to be a stupidly disconcerting experience. With the album featuring no less than eleven guest artists, random infusions of roomy Senegalese dance rhythms, bass cuts syncopated so harshly that they sound explosive, and reckless sampling of works by Curtis Mayfield, Antonio Hardy, and Baba Varma, it seemed like only a matter of time before the spit and prayers that held the entire affair together at the seams buckled in protest at the ridiculous load that they were being asked to carry. Worse, a quick scan of the album’s back cover revealed that the entire wank affair had been haphazardly jammed into a seventeen track playlist – about half a dozen songs too many for a man whose attention span can, at times, make goldfish look smart. And to top it all off, all this had happened even before the appearance of the mid-album track, “Jean Leloup’s Dirty Talk”, which opens with a line that goes, “Well, that was fun/But I’m still horny/I think I’ll maybe suck on Bruno’s cock for awhile.” Great – not only is this album an absolute fucking mess, it also comes strapped with a libido that can be seen from the moon.

But once the haze clears, it becomes readily apparent that Discosis, for all her (female pronoun deliberate) flaws, is also brilliant. Much like her parent band, the album is a breath of fresh air in a Canadian music scene excessively dominated by – all respect to them – eerily familiar and borderline derivative indie acts desperately hoping to ape some of the success of bands like Arcade Fire, Metric, and Broken Social Scene, with mixed results. I can think of no one else who sounds quite like Bran Van 3000 – and the truth is that’s probably a good thing for all involved, for really, how many actually want to listen to this sort of thing anyway? The absurdity of Bran Van 3000’s style of music is such that it is often about an inch away from being completely unsustainable. Yet, against all odds, they are somehow still here – as albums like Discosis (and later, Rose and The Garden) prove. As a matter of fact, the band actually seem to revel in their own implausibility: it has granted them an almost non-caustic sense of immortality. By deliberately ignoring the signs that their marriage of hip hop, alternative rock, pop, and glittery electronica is a fusion that simply does not make sense, and that even on their best days, they somehow contrive to separate the best of these aforementioned genres in a way that is too disjointed and too alienating for most to enjoy or even comprehend, the band is able to dive straight into the deep end and surface with some startling results.

Opening track “Astounded” is one of them. Blessed with a dense, electrochemical groove, and a series of hushed “ooohs” in the background that serve only to heighten the tempo, the song tosses off the kind of carefree, late-night party groove in a way that only the best anthems can. Any coherence beyond the oft-repeated refrain of “All I want to do is love you” is, for all intents and purposes, strictly unnecessary. For what else could be more important? Elsewhere, “Loop Me” acts as the antithesis of the opening track, working silently in its niche as a prowling, silky number whose main body of strength lies is in the vocal performances of the sultry Bran Van girls. Third track “Montreal” may feature a curiously subdued Youssou N’dour, but it still manages to round up the album’s opening sequence nicely, with its smooth segue into the dirty funk riffs of “BV3” being one of the most satisfying moments of the entire record.

A lot of the album’s erstwhile charm comes from its unabashed nature and apparent disregard for the 21st century’s notions of modesty, which takes on more substance than just the luridly detailed album art seen on the front cover. Whether the band is discussing its apparent apodysophilia on “Loaded” (“I want to play guitar/And be a movie star/Be in the B-movies/And take off all my clothes”), describing a lover’s body on “Go Shoppin’” (“On her chest my name written/Just below her nipple”), or dishing out none-too-subtle metaphors for the act of carnal intercourse on “More Shopping” (“Imagine I’m a weapon in your sheath”), it all comes across as desperate, hushed, and meaningful, akin to the unintentional sincerity of a pair of soft porn movie actors, catching themselves in the other’s eyes for the very first time since filming began. But the brevity and vigour to these brief sexual encounters is not to be underestimated; make no mistake, Discosis is a ravaging young lady slowly coming to terms with her own sensuality, and the way she learns best is by experimenting. The manner in which this explains the album’s haphazardness is deliberate, and almost poetic.

Yet the fulcrum on which everything really falls into place, that moment in where the record becomes more than just a woefully misdirected album made by a bunch of pavement-dwelling Montrealites with all the talent in the world but not an ounce of self-control, is on “Speed”. Here the entire band, left to their own devices for once on the album, carefully makes way for each other’s talents to shine through. The song focuses, with utter devotion, on just hitting the next note and taking every moment as it comes, hoping a portrait of the artist will shine through by the end of it all. Then, as the croons of “Hold on, hold on” echo softly in the background, the album chooses that exact moment to fall perfectly between not being too brash and too extravagant, nor too forced or too pedantic. In that smallest of moments, it becomes absolutely perfect. Who knew that clarity could be so disconcerting.

Score: 4/5

Enough Thunder EP – James Blake

British electronic composer James Blake has announced a new EP that will be titled Enough Thunder. The EP will be released on October 10, and will contain “Fall Creek Boys Choir” – his recent collaboration with Bon Iver – along with a cover of Joni Mitchell’s “A Case of You”, and 4 other as-of-yet unnamed tracks.

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I don’t usually get excited about mere EPs, but it appears that my subconscious has made an exception for this one. Electronica/dubstep/post-dubstep may not be one of my strongest suits in terms of musical appreciation, but I really liked Blake’s self-titled debut and the two EPs of his that I sampled (Air & Lack Thereof and Klavierwerke). Here’s looking forward to October 10th.

Listen to “The Wilhelm Scream” and Blake’s collaboration with Bon Iver below:

Foo Fighters Tour Promo Vid

I’ve seen a lot of tour promotional videos in my time, but this one definitely takes the cake.

Suitably called “Hot Buns”, what makes this particular tour promotional video so good is Dave Grohl’s devilish grin – which he displays time and time again to fantastic effect – and the usage of the bad-ass opening riff from “Bridge Burning” to usher in the announcement of the tour dates, which are themselves emblazoned in brilliant red and white. Now that’s what I call choreography.

Also, seeing Dave Grohl’s ass was definitely on my to-do list today; for that the vid gets extra points.

Black and White America – Lenny Kravitz (full album review)

From its ill-advised working title – Negrophilia (!)  – to an egregiously bloated tracklist, everything about Black and White America seems like an exercise in bad judgment. In an age of online file-sharing and Internet-driven buzz, where everyone is either hopelessly brainwashed by the popular music currently burning up the charts or buried under a surge of indie isolationism/elitism, Kravitz is apparently yet to realize that his core demographic is getting increasingly smaller. To that end, his insistence on producing a “special project” of funk songs seems anachronistic at best, and hilariously misguided at worst.

Truth be told, the nature of the project probably wouldn’t have mattered as much if the songs themselves were any good, but Kravitz’s predilection for writing albums that are only mildly sprinkled with gems – in the fashion of particularly sparse chocolate rice cupcakes – works against him like never before. The album-opening title track may have the benefit of a funky bass line and decently introspective lyrics (“In 1963 my father married a black woman/And when they walked the streets they were in danger,” Kravitz explains), but it is nowhere near powerful enough to launch an album of this size. Elsewhere, “Come On Get It” has Kravitz straining angrily against himself with repeated and energetic exhortations of “Come on! Get it!” (surprise), yet the track never quite manages to get off the ground.

Yet, the record’s most baffling inclusions are reserved for the tail-end of affairs: “The Faith of a Child” and “Dream” – soppy ballads that both sound like they were inspired directly by the tepid “Cry” and “Don’t Walk Away” off the late Michael Jackson’s Invincible – only thoroughly emphasize how out-of-touch Kravitz really is with the art of writing a solid and filler-free album. All told, although the entire affair isn’t patently bad, it succeeds in being so unremarkable that it ends up being instantly disposable. Even a pair of belated appearances from Drake and the throne-watching Jay-Z isn’t enough to rescue Black and White America from its own disaffectedness. Lenny Kravitz has bottomed out – yet again.

Score: 2.5/5