Published on Nov 21, 2001
Paging Scott Stapp and the remaining two members of Creed…
your fifteen minutes of fame are about to expire.
Harsh words to start the review of what is one of the most
anticipated albums of 2001, I know. Now, bear in mind, I happen to
like Creed. They’ve produced some of the most powerful slabs of
hard-edged music in the last few years, and having seen them in
concert in 2000, I know for fact they put on a killer live
show.
But
Weathered, the latest release from Creed (and the first
since the sacking of bassist Brian Marshall), tries to copy the
success that Creed’s first two albums captured. If only they had
grasped the brass ring a third time around; where the other two
discs seemed to create their own magic, this disc feels like it’s
following in their shadows.
In a sense, it is; like so many other artists who have had to
follow up massive successes, Creed is in the unenviable position of
being expected to top
Human Clay, or to create another song like “Higher” which
will infest the pop charts. “My Sacrifice,” the first single, is
cut from that same block, though it is not as strong as its
counterpart, musically or lyrically. From the instrumental opening,
“My Sacrifice” has the feel of a blotchy photocopy, and Stapp’s
lyric is nowhere near as powerful, despite seemingly being another
painful personal lesson from his life. (At least that’s the vibe I
get from reading the lyrics – and I can’t help wondering if Stapp
is lamenting any loss of friendship between himself and
Marshall.)
What’s sad is not that “My Sacrifice” is not as strong a song as
“Higher” or “With Arms Wide Open”; Yahweh Himself would have a
difficult time topping those. No, what’s sad is that “My Sacrifice”
ranks as one of the better songs on
Weathered. While Stapp and crew try to take some chances
with the songwriting, the bulk of the material starts to sound
cookie-cutter very quickly.
Even the experimentation doesn’t always work. The
Rage-meets-Pearl Jam vibe of “Bullets” is admittedly a different
way for Creed to have kicked this album off, but it doesn’t quite
sound like it’s the perfect match to their style of songwriting.
(This isn’t to say that Creed could never make such a combination
work.) And while I do like the Native American touch to “Who’s Got
My Back?” the song itself just has the air of underdevelopment to
it. Granted, had Stapp and guitarist/bassist Mark Tremonti tried to
keep the Indian vibe going, they might have failed on a grander
level, since this is one of the hardest styles of music for any
musician to integrate into their work. (When they succeed, though,
it can be absolutely beautiful.)
One experiment which does seem to work is using Stapp’s wife
Aime as a backup vocalist on “Don’t Stop Dancing,” quite possibly
the best track on
Weathered. Like integration of the Native American style,
this could have been dangerous, but her vocals are integrated well
(and sparingly – they’re beautiful, but had they been overused, it
could have been tragic).
Sadly, the rest of
Weathered often sounds like these tracks were left over from
the
Human Clay sessions. “Signs” and “One Last Breath” are two
tracks which smack of what could have been; by the time “Stand Here
With Me” and the title track rolled around, I had personally begun
to lose hope with this disc. Even the disc’s closer, “Lullaby,”
tries to feed off the
Human Clay juggernaut, acting as a sequel to “With Arms Wide
Open” as our hero sings to his daughter. (Yeah, just what I needed
–
another reminder of how lousy a parent I am.)
It’s quite possible that Creed was rushed into putting out an
album to ride the wave of success they’ve been enjoying. It’s
possible that the band has not recovered from the dismissal of
Marshall, and Tremonti is trying to do too much as guitarist and
bassist. (Arguably, one of Creed’s trademarks at the start was
Marshall’s bass work.) Maybe Creed – God forbid – just put out a
sub-par album.
Of course, with the demand that “My Sacrifice” has been getting,
there’s no doubt that
Weathered will top the charts, and Creed will enjoy a level
of success with this disc. But it’s a matter of time before people
realize that
Weathered is hardly the kind of quality album that people
should have been expecting. A bad album? No. A disappointment?
Yes.