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| Special thanks to Daniel Coston for this & most of the photos here |
Was it only a dream,
Was it only a dream?
Tell me please, can it be?
All the things that we’ve
seen,
All the things we believe:
Tell me please,
Is it only a dream?
“Collide-oOo-Scope,”
Falling Off the Sky)
Chris Stamey is looking through a
kaleidoscope.
No wonder.
No wonder he gave
a similar title to one of the songs he composed for The dB’s new album, Falling off the Sky. He and his band
mates seem to know instinctively that you don’t reach the ripe age of 50-something — after experiencing everything
they have, separately and together, musically and otherwise — without it
shaping and coloring your perspective.
Kinda like a kaleidoscope.
The dB’s have decided not to
pretend they’re exactly the same people or musicians they were when they made
their last album together — three decades ago. And the music they’ve now
created is all the richer for it. Falling
Off the Sky is an immensely satisfying collection of alternative pop music.
It beguiles you, it draws you in, and sounds better and better the more you
hear it.
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As with all great bands,
there’s some mysterious X-factor at work here. Call it “musical group
chemistry” if you like. Or you can adopt Peter’s explanation — the “shared
hallucinogenic background” of a band that grew up together in Winston-Salem,
N.C. Whatever it is, this extraordinary something
makes Falling Off the Sky a far greater achievement than the mere sum of its parts.
When Chris and Peter
Holsapple first cooked up the idea of The dB’s getting back together to make
new music, they gave themselves a big challenge. Half a dozen years ago, they
had little to gain and a lot to lose by recording and releasing another
album. Being critics’ darlings meant The dB’s legacy was secure as the great (but
popularly unappreciated) link between Big Star and R.E.M. After four albums of
stellar music, a lousy fifth collection this late in the game would have
prompted many of the same critics to lament, “Why did they have to go and mess
up a good thing?”
Not to worry. Some seven
years in the making, Falling Off the Sky
assures everyone that The dB’s sterling reputation remains unblemished. Really,
“unblemished” isn’t the right word. FOtS
not only preserves, but extends and improves the group’s well-deserved legacy
as creators of uniquely wonderful music. Is the new album “jangle pop”? Is it
1980s “New Wave”? Or, to use my preferred term, is it masterful “alt-pop”
music? In the end, it doesn’t matter. FOtS
transcends whatever category you might choose.
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The dB's - far away & long ago
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As I told Peter when I interviewed him
recently, FOtS sounds to me
like it’s sequenced as an old-fashioned LP. The A-side is a great collection of
singles. And the B-side? It’s a stone-cold masterpiece, a six-song
sequence that deserves to be savored in its entirety. Years from now, I predict
discerning music lovers will rank the second half of FOtS up there with other all-time classic rock and pop albums. It’s
that draw-droppingly good.
By now, you’ve heard the
lead track, “That Time Is Gone.” It borrows heavily from the garage rock The
dB’s knew and loved growing up, with combo organ, bluesy guitar riffs, and a
maniacal drummer firing on all cylinders. Lyrically, it’s classic pop music
fodder: the guy is trying to forget the woman who keeps occupying rent-free space
in his head. Thus, the gotta-getta-hold-of-myself refrain: “You’d better wake
up, wake up, wake up — that time is gone.” This Holsapple-penned song announces
two things to the listening public: first, the new album is not going to replicate
1980s jangle pop, but use whatever type of music that best serves the songs. Second,
the past really is over and done. As much as we might yearn nostalgically for
that woman, that vintage musical sound, or our youthful past, this album is
about refusing to be “stuck in the 1982s,” to quote a character from Napoleon Dynamite.
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"What'd you call this one, Chris?
Pop prog psych rock?" |
Such a determination
doesn’t mean, however, that there’s no point in reflecting on the past. In a
nutshell, this is the lyrical tension at the heart of
these songs: how can a person remember and reflect without falling into a time warp?
Is there a way to dream about the past and still stay awake in the here and
now?
Track 2 is Chris Stamey’s “Before
We Were Born” — a song that’s musically more buoyant and thematically rosier than
its predecessor. In his joy, the singer revels in the idea that he
and his love knew each other “before we were born.” The music itself is
straight-no-chaser pop rock, done to perfection. Mitch Easter, longtime friend
of the band and unnamed “fifth member” of The dB’s, shines here on electric guitar
as he does on several other tracks.
While the first
two songs highlight the delightful sound of Holsapple-Stamey vocal harmonies,
the next three let each singer in The dB’s have his own turn in the spotlight. Peter’s
“The Wonder of Love,” Track 3, is white boy Philly Soul, complete with shuffle
groove and punch-drunk horn section. Though it’s a departure for a dB’s record,
this isn’t new territory for Mr. Holsapple: he recorded the similar “Live On
Love” years ago with the Continental Drifters. Lyrically, Peter is up to his
old self-described “smart-ass” tricks — but charmingly so: “It isn’t
metallurgy / It’s not rocket surgery / It’s not as hard as you make it sound”
and, “Sometimes I wonder if the wonder of love / Is ever enough or always too
much / And then I figure that it all levels out / Homeostatic and soft to the
touch.” (There’s only one false step here, which is Peter’s use of the now-passé “that’s how we roll.” But I think we’ll forgive him that.)
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| Will: "No; it's called a knuckleball!" |
On Track 4, drummer Will
Rigby finally gets his own star turn with “Write Back.” Even though he’s been
writing and recording music for years, this is the first dB’s song that’s truly
his. And it’s a stunner, featuring a great fusion of countrypolitan and pop music.
It features appropriately amazing drumming and a Jackson Pollack-esque organ
solo*, also courtesy of Will. The song has an intriguingly clever lyric, filled
with ambivalence about the narrator’s fateful decision to not write back to his
ex love: “I never replied to your reply to my reply to your reply to my reply
to your reply to my letter.” If you fall prey to Mr. Rigby’s musical charms
here, hurry over to his Bandcamp site and help
yourself to the many other musical treasures you can find there.
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| The other Fab Four |
By Track 5, the spotlight
turns back to Chris. As another reviewer has already noted, “Far Away and Long
Ago” leans heavily on the classically-inclined chamber pop of The Beatles'
“Yesterday.” Musically and lyrically, it’s an audacious move. Fortunately for
us, Chris has everything required to pull it off, to great effect. His vocal
performance strikes a bittersweet balance between wistful remembrance of a
past, lost love and rueful recrimination. Musically, he manages to unashamedly
incorporate Lennon, McCartney & Martin’s best without making it sound like
a Beatles knock-off. “Far Away and Long Ago” also demonstrates the
breadth of Chris’ musicianship (did you know he’s also a trumpeter and cellist?).
Here and elsewhere on the album, his expert use of string players from
North Carolina (some from the chamber folk group Lost In the Trees) provides a sonic depth missing on most other pop albums.
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Nearly halfway through, now, and
Falling Off the Sky is only
starting to hit its stride. Track 6, “Send Me Something Real” incorporates all
the strengths named above: gorgeous melody, Holsapple-Stamey harmonies,
tasteful instrumental flourishes that enhance the song (flute and strings in this
case), and words that manage to be honest without falling into cynicism. “Send
me something real,” sings Chris, “ ‘cuz I don’t remember how it feels / To be
free and pure / And I’ve got to find that door.” The track revels in the
musical dynamics that set The dB’s apart from their peers. There’s a pause at
the 3½-minute mark that makes you think it’s time for the AM radio fadeout. But
then a smidgen of backwards guitar announces “hang on a second” — followed by
75 seconds of pure dB’s bliss, as the four friends sing, strum, pluck and pound
away, delightfully lost in the music.
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| The world should hear "World to Cry" |
How much more needs to be
said about Track 7, “World to Cry”? What a song; what an arrangement; what
great playing! Why can’t we live in a world in which this song gets played all
over the radio and climbs to its rightful place, high in the pop charts?!? I
don’t know. But this much I do know: it’s one of the catchiest pop songs I’ve heard
since … since the last dB’s record. And it’s the perfect song to launch “Side B”
of the album.
With Track 8, Falling Off the Sky starts to get pretty weird — in the
best, most surprising sense of the word. Chris composed and arranged two songs
in the second half of the album with several things in common. “The Adventures
of Albatross and Doggerel” and “Collide-oOo-Scope” (Track 10) both
have two protagonists, non-linear lyrics, and a mixture of music that’s
head-spinningly uncategorizable. One might venture to say they’re pop-prog-psych-rock.
But that doesn’t begin to suggest how outlandishly good they are. It’s as if
Chris decided, “I don’t care if anyone understands or likes these songs; I’m
going to write and arrange these for our enjoyment. If anyone else digs them,
so be it.” I hope he does it a lot more often.
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| Chris, recording songs to please himself & band mates — thank God! |
Track 9 is Peter’s “I Didn’t Mean to Say That.” It starts off sounding like an apology in ballad form, but gets more interesting as it reaches the refrain, “So what are we to do? / If only we knew / Oh, I didn’t mean to say that.” To be sure, the mid-tempo song is about forgiveness. The singer/narrator humbly explains to his beloved: “I didn’t mean to call you off / I didn’t mean to call you down / Or out, or anything / Anything.” But it also explores the awkward thought that comes after an apology: OK, what happens now? I don’t think the younger, 1980s-era dB’s would have come up with a song like this. It’s mature, it’s wise — and for those who know what Peter's talking about — it hits pretty close to the bone.
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| Take a bow, guys. The album's amazing. |
Track 10 is
“Collide-oOo-Scope,” the second of Chris’ pop-prog-psych-rock tracks. It begins
as a sing-along nursery rhyme, “…singing hidey-hidey hey.” Moments later, however,
strummed acoustic guitars give way to a clatter of drums, the swell of strings,
and the thump of an electric bass. In a few minutes, the song grows in musical
complexity until the listener has no freaking idea what he or she is hearing.
Which, I might add, is a very cool and all-too-uncommon experience for most pop
music listeners.
Lyrically,
“Collide-oOo-Scope” might be a veiled account of two friends starting a band.
Or it could be about growing older and meeting the Grim Reaper “down the road”
one day. Or the reunion of The dB’s. Or it might be all — or quite possibly none
— of the above. I really have no clue. But it’s great fun to puzzle your
way through lyrics like these: “Walking backwards to cover our tracks / Singing
hidey-hidey hey / There’s a fire brigade through a tall Marshall stack /
Singing hidey-hidey hey / Trespass the border of fiction and fact / Singing
hidey-hidey hey / Reversing the engine without looking back / Hey, hey.”
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| She won't. But, then again, that's what he's here for. |
“She Won’t Drive In the
Rain Anymore” (Track 11) is the most swoon-worthy of the bunch for me.
Co-written by Peter and Kristian Bush, it’s a compelling, lump-in-the-throat
song — a musical short story about a woman scarred by the trauma of surviving a
hurricane. It’s one of those unforgettable pop tunes that builds in emotional
intensity until the final crescendo. Best of all, it demonstrates a deep
appreciation for the silence surrounding the rest of the music. (If you want to
read more about the song, and how it’s based on a true story, you can find it here, in Part 2 of my interview
with Peter.)
Finally, we come to Track
12, “Remember (Falling Off the Sky)” — the song that pretty much had to
close the album. On first listen, it sounds like a litany of memories set to a
pretty, straight-ahead rock tune. Give it a few more spins, though, and you
might start hearing something else: a meditation on memory, mortality and the
finality of death — accompanied by an upbeat, energetically-played melody.
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| "You gotta use these to appreciate the low end!" |
Judge the lyrics
for yourself: “I saw you, wearing only white / I saw you in the dead of night /
Remember / Then everything went black / Remember? Remember?” Then the refrain:
“But I won’t be back again / No I won’t be back again / I will always be your
friend / But I won’t be back again.”
Whatever’s it’s actually
about (and I bet Chris isn’t telling), the music has a nice twist at the
2-minute mark. I’ve never heard an album’s final song actually speed up midway
through, but that’s exactly what “Remember” does. It’s as if the four dB’s are trying
to tell us, Age-wise, we may getting long in the tooth; but musically, we’ve never had more fun. So maybe
we’ll just keep on playing.
IF ONLY, guys, if only…
*Will’s organ
solo in “Write Back,” as described by Chris.
