Published on Sep 21, 2000
Ah, those wacky Barenaked guys. They try so hard to be hip,
edgy, and quirky. From “You Can Be My Yoko Ono” through the Gen-X
angst of “Jane” up to their breakout in America, “One Week”,
they’ve proven themselves at their best to be glib, funny, manic,
pensive dispensers of clever rock and roll.
The problem is that it appears they’ve begun to read their own
press.
Maroon is interesting, to be sure. It has some good moments.
But, ultimately, it’s no
Stunt; it’s more uneven, with a couple of downright clunky
moments.
Let’s look at the good first. The musicianship is better – and
Barenaked Ladies were never slouches there to begin with. The
arrangements and melodic structure are tight and well executed, and
vocalists Steven Page and Ed Robertson just keep getting better.
Don Was’ production adds a nice glitter and refinement without
sacrificing BNL’s occasionally rough edges.
Some of the songs are downright tasty, as well. My favorite by
far is the current single, “Pinch Me”, one of the cheeriest
expressions of utter suburban angst and meaningless you ever wanted
to wrap your ears around. “Too Little Too Late”, “Never Do
Anything”, “Falling For The First Time”, and the irresistibly
catchy “Baby Seat” are all good tunes as well.
Then, however, there’s the bad. “Tonight Is The Night I Fell
Asleep At The Wheel”, “Sell Sell Sell”, and “Conventioneers” all
suffer from the same problem – someone’s trying to be cute, and,
bluntly, it doesn’t work. All three songs are done in odd styles
that fail to convey the charm BNL is capable of, and are delivered
in a flat, uninspired vocal. Much like a cheap rug, they just lie
there, and their placement on the album pretty much guarantee they
wreck any attempt at album-wide energy.
It seems to me that BNL is resting on their laurels. They
knocked out half an album of decent songs, padded it with some
bizarre stuff that Steven Page had lying around, and released it
for a public that would go buy the latest album by “those ‘One
Week’ dudes”. It’s not that
Maroon is a bad CD. It’s not. It’s that it could have,
should have, been much, much better.
Early in their career, BNL was often compared with fellow
Canadian quirk-rockers Moxy Fruvous. The parallels remain – both
released a CD this year that is so, so much less than it could have
been.