Published on Apr 28, 1999
It has been a rough day here in the administrative offices of
“The Daily Vault” and the Pierce Memorial Archives. All day long,
I’ve been living on Pepto-Bismol and Necco wafers, and I’ve been
confined to the couch in my office, with cold compresses on my head
and my Grateful Dead “dancing bears” comforter wrapped around me
tight.
The flu, you ask? Nope, worse… I made the mistake of listening
to the latest greatest hits compilation from New Kids On The Block.
May God have mercy on me.
To flocks of pre-pubescent girls in the mid- to late-’80s, New
Kids On The Block – Jon Knight, Jordan Knight, Joe McIntyre, Donnie
Wahlberg and Danny Wood – were to die for. Their music – that
generation’s Jackson 5 (and that’s not doing the Jackson 5 justice)
– went straight to the top of the charts, and their faces lined
many a bedroom wall. Even my wife has one or two New Kids On The
Block tapes in her collection. (But, hey, I married her
anyway.)
Granted, I entered into this album with a historical mindset
against the Boston quintet. After all, when they were in their
prime, I was happily banging my head to Motorhead and AC/DC, and
didn’t want to listen to any other form of music other than hard
rock or classic rock. But one would think, now that I’m approaching
30, that I could objectively sit down for one hour and listen to 14
songs.
I tried, I swear I did. But kicking things off with “Step By
Step,” a song that doesn’t know whether it wants to be a dance
track or a decent vocal piece, is not a sign of good things to
come… and I knew I was in for a long day at the CD player.
Of course, if you happened to like any of New Kids On The
Block’s songs at any time in their career, then anything negative I
say isn’t going to convince you that you’re wrong. Hey – won’t hurt
my feelings. If you get off on the falsetto of songs like “I’ll Be
Loving You (Forever)” – I swear, I cringed in pain, ’cause that
high-pitch sounded like someone got their manhood caught in a vise
– or the pseudo-toughness of “Hangin’ Tough”, then go for it.
For the rest of us, one listen to
Greatest Hits will show New Kids On The Block to be a
cookie-cutter studio band, backed by terrible synthesized
instrumentation. I mean, at least the Jackson 5 (hell, Hanson, for
that matter) played their own instruments in the band. The overall
sound to this album is sterile and manufactured.
And I don’t care that they were the first teen group that hit
the top 10 with five singles from the same album. I don’t care if
Hangin’ Tough was on the charts for over two years. Just
because it sells doesn’t make it any less crap.
If anything good came from the New Kids saga, it’s that it
taught teen bands what not to do. Groups like Hanson, Backstreet
Boys and N*Sync all show marked improvement over what New Kids On
The Block put out on the market. There’s more substance to the
music – even if the synthesizers are still overused.
It’s enough to make you feel faint – and
Greatest Hits, except for the rabidly devoted fans, is not
an album for the faint of heart or those who like their pop pure. I
know I’m going to get flame mail for this review – that’s fine,
’cause I know in my heart I based this review on the technical
quality of the music and the performances, and not what I thought
of the band as a freshman in college.