Published on Dec 21, 1997
When you try to feature as many different bands as possible on
this site, it’s really easy to forget about great albums by groups
who have been fortunate to grace our pages. When this happens, I
always know I can count on readers like Andrew Santoni to slap me
back into reality. Andrew (who suggested
The Who Sell Out a few months ago) recently wrote to me
wondering why we hadn’t done a Rush review since late March. He
suggested I dig through the Pierce Memorial Archives (Santa, get
these damn elves out of here!) for their 1985 classic
Power Windows.
Geddy Lee and crew were ready to make a major breakthrough.
While they had always enjoyed some level of success, they were
about to use the tool of the music video (something they had
experimented with on their previous album
Grace Under Pressure) to break this album. Fortunately, the
music is just as strong as the videos I have seen for
Power Windows, and this album, while one of their most
commercially oriented, is easily one of their best works ever.
Synthesizers had been used by the band for some time, but on the
leadoff single “The Big Money” they played as important a role as
Lee’s trademark complex bass work, Alex Lifeson’s guitar riffs and
Neil Peart’s mastery of the drum kit. The song is one of the
freshest that Rush had written to this point – one where you didn’t
need a doctorate to try to understand what they were talking about.
Rush had always been seen as the “thinking person’s band”; “The Big
Money” was Rush’s successful step down from
ubermensch to commoner – and is a high watermark to this
day.
In fact, quite a few songs on
Power Windows break from the Ayn Rand scriptbook to subjects
that can easily be understood. “Manhattan Project,” a song about
the building and dropping of the first atomic bomb, may be
occasionally a bit weak in the lyric department (“The big bang –
took and shook the world / Shook down the rising sun” isn’t the
greatest lyric that Peart ever wrote), but the performance itself
is an incredibly strong one that has turned this one into a concert
favorite. (I highly recommend checking out the home video
A Show Of Hands to see the animation the band used as a
backdrop to this and other songs.) Likewise, “Marathon” sings the
praises of pushing ourselves toward our goals – and is another song
that features virtuoso performances.
Of course, Rush still gives in to the cosmic noodlings that have
made up a good portion of their career. “Territories” is another
great track on this album, though it’s a little more highbrow than
the rest of the album. Were it not for the fact that Rush plays
this one in concert often, I think it may have become an overlooked
track. The album’s closer, “Mystic Rhythms,” may also fall under
this category, but it’s simply one of their most beautiful songs,
complete with guitar synthesizer provided by Lifeson – his rhythm
guitar work on this one could possibly be his best.
For all of its successes, only one song misses the mark on
Power Windows – “Middletown Dreams” is a number I just
cannot get into no matter how many times I listen to it or how hard
I try. And though one weak song doesn’t ruin an album, when there
are only eight songs on this album, it is a little more
disappointing.
If I read Andrew’s original comments (unfortunately, I misplaced
the original e-mail – either that, or I wrote my grocery list on
the back of it), he was worried that I might not like
Power Windows because of its more commercial bend. I guess
this fact has been the complaint of critics and fans alike, but I
heartily disagree. Inasmuch as Rush had won substantial success for
their more cerebral work, I think they needed to turn towards the
commercial side of their music at least once to see what they could
do with it. (They turned back from it just one album later on
Hold Your Fire.)
For a band nearing their 25th anniversary, Rush has almost
constantly put out quality work, though I will admit they are a
taste that you acquire. For those looking to do so, I would most
likely steer them towards
Power Windows for their first taste.