Crawler - Idles
Before this album was nominated, I was listening to The Doors’ debut album. Like the album under review, that album finishes with a song called “The End”. Like the Idles, The Doors had a frontman who was adored by some and loathed by many, yet what wasn’t in question was the quality of the music played by Ray Manzarek, Robby Krieger and John Densmore. The music that sits behind Jim Morrison’s poetic or pathetic words, depending on your viewpoint, is both well played, involving and stands up 50 years later.
Listening to
Crawler by Idles was more than the challenge that
@Coatigan promised; it brought home to me the dire state of at least some quarters of the music industry.
“MTT 420 RR” was OK, a bit miserablist and mumbly, but the music is suitably dramatic, but, like an annoying fly trapped in your bedroom, the awful vocals that are introduced on “The Wheel” never really go away.
“Car Crash” is, well, no punchline needed and “The New Sensation” is appalling in every conceivable way. “The Beachland Ballroom” was marginally less painful than what had come before.
Despite the awful vocals, “Meds” is probably the band playing at their most interesting. Drums and bass create a good rhythm and there’s even an attempt at some guitar and something that could loosely be described as some middle eastern influence.
The music very much takes a backseat on this album, almost as if the band is saying that it’s all on the lyrics and the vocals. Which would be OK if they had a half-decent singer. For me,
any album where the music is relegated to a sideshow would not be to my taste, but an album where the vocals are so excruciatingly awful makes this approach an even worse decision. Joe Talbot is calling attention to the way he is singing rather than what he is trying to say, so any message is lost.
I think commercially, they are a clever band. With the right kind of marketing, they know that this rubbish will attract a following because it’s
different. But there are probably a thousand ways you could be different without screaming and growling your way through the musical equivalent of a sheet metal facility operating at full tilt. But singing in a foreign language, adding a few oddball instruments to your musical palette, arranging your music in odd, quirky time signatures or sampling the nocturnal sounds of animals in Chester Zoo wouldn’t sell as well, right? We all know why they are peddling the nonsense, and it’s nowt to do with love n’ hugs.
Incredibly, this album was nominated in the Best Rock Album category at the Grammys, which just goes to show how far what was previously a fine institution has fallen.
Act like a dick indeed. Two listens is enough, and I’m out.
We are down in The Streets territory here, but this album has a little more credibility in that I can listen to some of the echoes and drones made by the band on at least some of the tracks and recognise them as vaguely musical.
2/10.