Published on Jan 14, 2000
Listening to the Violent Femmes over a 12-pack of beer is ideal.
Only after slight inebriation can this music really get you moving
and grooving. Stone cold sober fans wouldn’t know a bad CD if it
crumbled into dust around their genitals.
It’d be easy to say, “Yes, this CD rocks!” based solely on a
couple of tracks. Songs from their first CD like “Prove My Love,”
“Confessions,” “Good Feeling,” “Gone Daddy Gone,” “Add It Up,” and
“Kiss Off” do rock with varying degrees. To Joe Blow Average fan
they are most likely to be recognized by melody, if not by the
poetic lyrics of the band.
But the rest of the tracks, and there are 13, are awful. “Don’t
Talk About My Music” screams, “Leave me on the cutting floor room!”
It is a short 2:13 track, yet you’re likely to be mortified by the
off-key vocals. “I’m Nothing” is another dead track . . . and the
band chose to make it track number two.
“Special” includes the enlightening lyrics, “Special! Special!
What do you get!” My answer is to hope that the band realizes,
somehow, the bright spots are those songs from the band’s first CD.
Sounding somewhat like a typical band’s fan, it’s easy to bemoan
follow-up material as not having as much spark and drive that the
first CD did. And here, that’s definitely true.
“Kiss Off” is the ultimate “You suck, so go to hell” song. Those
tracks, up against the painfully shouts of “Dahmer Is Dead,” make
most of this CD unbearable. The drawn out intro of “American Music”
evokes multiple yawns before a typical (read: boring) shuffle beat
begins.
The Violent Femmes would be best served if they toured and only
played the material from their
Violent Femmes CD. Often, fans of a band will direct their
fellow fans to the band’s first CD as the base against which all
comparisons should be based. Van Halen fans I have encountered hold
Van Halen upon a pedestal so high, I may never see the top.
The same is true with this band. The material they wrote for their
Violent Femmes CD kicks so much butt that they will never be
able to top it.
Give up and do the Kiss role: play “Kiss Off” on
Saturday Night Live and we’ll all be happy, critic and fan
alike.