Published on Oct 17, 2000
This is another of those reviews that require me to experiment
with an alternate mindset. Despite the fact I’ve never heard of
them, The Frames are apparently one of the biggest things in
Ireland, roots-rockers with a definite lo-fi sound. A web search by
this reviewer (desperate for some information, as the home page for
their record label, ZTT, refused to load) led to a lot of other
reviews, but very little hard and fast information.
Apparently the Frames are the Next Big Thing in Irish rock and
roll, heirs to the throne currently occupied by U2’s overblown hype
(soon to become U2’s rotting corpse). They are touted in various
online publications as being Nirvana with brains, the Byrds with a
new millennium sensibility, and Pavement with better lyrics. For
all I know, there may be a review somewhere that claims
Dance The Devil… can cure cancer. Wouldn’t surprise
me.
But, O Ye Faithful “Daily Vault” Readers, remember Rule #47;
where there is hype, there is probably something lacking in the
real product. And while the Frames may be occasionally pleasant to
listen to, good listener press and guitars tuned down half a step
does not a modern classic make.
The Frames aren’t bad, really, but they aren’t great. They seem
to have very little in their catalog that can be called original;
as I listened to
Dance The Devil…, I spent a lot of time going “Gosh,
this sounds like (Nirvana/Pavement/The Byrds/The Foo Fighters/Smash
Mouth/Live/The Smithereens/et al)”. There are occasional moments of
real creativity – “Perfect Opening Line”, “The Stars Are
Underground”, the tongue-in-cheek “Rent Day Blues”, and the album’s
driving close “Dance The Devil Back Into His Hole”.
Sadly, though, these few sparks of promise mostly drown under
derivative tracks like “Hollocaine” (Trent Reznor beats up Michael
Penn), “Seven Day Mile” (Vertical Horizon takes a lot of Valium and
covers INXS’s “Never Tear Us Apart”), “Neath The Beeches” (look,
ma, I can be soulful and just play acoustic guitar too), and “Star
Star” (I don’t know what it is, but shoot it and move on).
Dance The Devil… shows that Glen Hansard and The
Frames have talent. The problem is, they spend too much of it
trying to be someone else, and uncanny mimicry combined with an
ability to tune your guitar a half-step down isn’t quite
enough.
I hope The Frames take a long, hard look at their own music,
disbelieve their own hype, and come up with something worthy of
their potential. Of course, I hoped that for U2, too, and look what
that got us. If you like this sort of music and have an extra slot
in your CD changer and it isn’t too expensive, go ahead and pick up
Dance The Devil…. Otherwise, don’t waste your time
and money.