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Thursday, March 30, 2017

Album Autopsy: the Smashing Pumpkins' "Siamese Dream"



Disclaimer: The following piece is a super-in-depth look at one of my favorite records, and as such, it is riddled with personal opinions and praise for said record. This cannot be helped.

As I can’t help but continue to express, the Smashing Pumpkins have always been a super-important act to me. Since the first time I heard “Muzzle” fighting its way through static on the radio, I have been hopelessly in love with this band’s music. I spent much of my high school years burning a hole in my copy of their comp CD Rotten Apples, all the while putting aside the change from my lunch purchases until I could buy a proper album. I loved everything on that CD, and even before I’d learned anything about the band, I wanted to own everything they’d ever put out.

When I finally had enough cash, I rode over to my local FYE, my heart set on a copy of the epic Mellon Collie and the Infinite Sadness about which I had heard so much. Yet when I arrived, I was stupidly surprised to find that as a double album, Mellon Collie was almost twice the price that I had expected to pay. Though disheartened, I refused to leave without some new Pumpkins in my collection. So I picked up the next best thing, a record with which I would face a vigorous love/hate relationship over the next ten years: the Pumpkins’ universally lauded sophomore effort, Siamese Dream.

The record that made TSP a household name, Siamese Dream shows the band taking a step away from the psychedelia of Gish in favor of harder, more straightforward, and unabashedly loud rock. Songs like “Mayonaise” and “Today” feature massive, blooming distortion blasting through the speakers in a veritable wall of sound. This apparently is partially due to the band’s recent discovery of the Big Muff Pi fuzz pedal, a legendary effect which upped the intensity of Corgan’s and Iha’s rigs to the limits of human hearing. Coupling that with a mixing job by Alan Moulder, one of the craftsmen behind My Bloody Valentine’s Loveless, and the overall sound of Siamese Dream is that of a wall of Marshall stacks, all cranked to eleven.

Although it is well known that Billy Corgan played most of the instruments on the record, the composition of those songs was mainly a full-band effort. Amid deteriorating band member relations, Jimmy Chamberlin’s increasing drug addiction, and pressure from media to be “the next Nirvana,” the Smashing Pumpkins still managed to bring their best to the table, writing thirteen unique pieces that explore a diverse palate of sound. Songs like “Geek U.S.A.” and “Quiet” are loaded with roaring guitars, rattling drums, and booming bass, while “Hummer” and “Luna” opt for prettier and quieter feels. There is also no shortage of orchestration, with “Disarm” and “Spaceboy” prominently featuring a string section that elevates their sound to the grandiose.

The instrumentation may haven taken months to develop, but the lyrics on Siamese Dream are a far different story. Suffering from both a period of severe depression and a terrible bout of writer’s block, Billy Corgan left much of the lyric writing until the last minute, despite his perfectionist nature. However, his lack of intellectual inspiration served only to stoke his emotional investment in his writing. Billy uses these thirteen tracks to access parts of his life that he had heretofore avoided, addressing topics such as lost love, suicide, and child abuse. He holds nothing back in his lyrics or his performances, his voice breaking painfully in “Soma” or roaring in “Silverfuck.” Though some of his lines might go off like duds, the rest explode with the fury of a mortar shell, resonating in heart and mind alike.

Siamese Dream is considered to be one of those records that changed the face of music, a pivot in the history of rock. While I don’t love or even like every song on this record, I know how important it is, and so I know that I owe each a closer inspection at the very least. 


1.    Cherub Rock


One of my very first favorite songs by the Pumpkins, “Cherub Rock” opens the record by kicking the door down with thundering drums and bombastic guitars. Amid layers and layers of distortion and a rocking rhythm section, Billy delivers a thinly-veiled rant against the corporate side of the rock world, specifically the paradoxical expectations of delivering a polished product that it still somehow pure at heart.. His opening lines of “Freak out / give in / doesn’t matter what you believe in / stay cool” reflect this Catch-22 dilemma, simultaneously demanding conformity and self-awareness. Despite objections from the label, Billy even managed to release this song as the first single, forcing them to provide corporate promotion for his anti-corporate rock song. “Cherub Rock” delivers heavy riffs and a very solid groove, and remains one of the most kickin’ rock songs I have ever heard.

2.    Quiet

 

In stark contrast to the preceding track, “Quiet” pushes the anger to front lines. Billy’s lyrics are virulent, his vocals scratchy and furious with bare honesty. Although the song is of course crushingly loud, the overall energy is brooding, like a simmering rage that is always just kept at bay. Billy’s stern command of “Be ashamed / of the mess you made” snaps like a leather belt, but even his vocal deliveries are tempered into obedience. The instrumentation reflects this underlying rage, featuring a gritty syncopated chorus, a rushing chromatic progression on the guitars, and a bridge section that cycles between 12/8 and 4/4. Driving and manic, “Quiet” is without question mv favorite tune off this record, a song that drives its poignant subject matter home with some vicious performances by the band.

3.    Today

Beginning with the littlest guitar riff in existence, “Today” could be called the tune that catapulted the Smashing Pumpkins into the public eye. The divinely inspired tiny intro, a piece Billy heard note-for-note in his head, quickly erupts into a gargantuan wall of fuzzed guitar and bombastic bass. Billy’s vocals stay subtle throughout, juxtaposing the largely bright melodies with lyrics that are an ironic musing on his own suicidal tendencies. “Today” was Billy’s first step out of the quagmire of both writer’s block and depression, a quickly-written piece that would soon become an iconic example of this act’s potential.

While “Today” is one the first tunes to really sell me on the Pumpkins’ sound and style, it has since grown to be one of my least favorite songs by them. When placed against pretty much any other tune in their catalogue, “Today” seems to lack the both intelligence and integrity that have drawn me to this band’s music. The instrumentation and lyrics certainly have presence, but both want for the “epic” emotion present throughout the rest of Siamese Dream. Even Jimmy’s drums feel lackadaisical, his take completely devoid of his usual jazzy flow or improvisational approach. Still, while it hasn’t aged all that well for me, I fully recognize the importance of “Today” as both a Pumpkins song and a rock anthem, especially since if it hadn’t been such an immediate hit with the band, fans, and record executives, there’s a real good chance I wouldn’t have ever found the Pumpkins’ music.

4.    Hummer

Unlike “Today,” “Hummer” is a tune that has blossomed with both age and acquaintance. Opening with a scratchy loop beat and an entrancing D’Arcy Wretzky bassline, this song lacks a traditional chorus, starting with sickly sweet vocals that lead to a simple but grandiose guitar solo, followed by a gorgeous and whimsical outro that invites listeners to lose themselves within. The instrumentation and uneasy structure call back to the band’s psychedelic Gish days, a pleasantly subtle reminder of Smashing Pumpkins’ sonic evolution. And although nondescript lines like “Happiness will make you wonder / Will I feel OK?” and “Ask yourself a question / anyone but me / I ain’t free” make it apparent that the lyrics were tossed together at the last minute, Billy’s deliciously earnest deliveries make them not only forgivable, but worthy of crowd participation. “Hummer” is the feel-good piece of Siamese Dream, a strolling composition that continuously evolves in the ear and the heart as it progresses.

5.    Rocket

If “Cherub Rock” is the scathing yin of stardom, “Rocket” represents the ambitious yang. Billy emphatically expresses his wish to “bleed in [his] own light,” to dissociate himself from the other rock stars of his day and make a name for himself. While not quite hopeful, his lyrics are far more empowered, especially Billy’s ultimate exclamation of “I shall be free.” This affirming proclamation is backed by the Pumpkins’ take on a shoegaze sound: the band drones over a single colossus of a chord for most of the song, the drums and bass driving through two guitars absolutely inundated in fuzz and reverb until a climactic glissando and syncopated hits send the piece into the atmosphere. Although it struggles to break into my list of top tracks from Siamese Dream, “Rocket” expertly exemplifies this band’s versatility in sound and energy, an idea they would later explore more fully on Mellon Collie.

6.    Disarm

A quintessential Pumpkins classic at this point, “Disarm” is sonically a massive departure from the tunes that precede it. Billy sits far forward in this tune, thrashing away at an acoustic guitar as he delivers an acerbic vocal that may be his best on the record. He delves deep on this piece, addressing with very little metaphor the disaster that was his childhood, during which his parents were largely absent. “Disarm” shows Billy accessing a part of his psyche he had heretofore feared to explore, meeting again the “boy / so old in [his] shoes,” forced to grow up too quickly. The viciously personal nature of this song really justifies the sparse, Billy-centric instrumentation, and though the whole feels a little pompous for my taste, I cannot deny that his delivery of the accusatory line, “The killer in me is the killer in you,” still shakes me to the core with each spin.

7.    Soma

Featuring over 40 guitar overdubs across its length, “Soma” flaunts one of the darkest and most dynamic sound palettes of any tune on this album. The first of two Corgan/Iha collaborations on Siamese Dream, the instrumentation features a built-in dichotomy that reflects Corgan’s derisive indictment of a former lover.  The first half of the song is brooding, almost passive-aggressive, featuring a slightly dissonant chord progression and a gentle build of energy. Amid a wash of clean, sleepy strings, Billy almost whispers into the mic as he turns his partner away: “Hush now, don’t you speak / to me.”

There is no question of distrust in “Soma,” just quiet and contained frustration slowly building under the tinkle of cymbals and strummed chords. Yet when the piece reaches its halfway mark, the band suddenly explodes into powerful distorted chords, reversing that agonizing energy into something far more brutal. Billy’s guitar rips one of the most visceral solos I’ve ever heard, while his whispers become spits of venom: “So let the sadness come again / On that you can depend on me, yeah / Until the bitter, bitter end of the world.” The Pumpkins drive this antagonistic sound all the way home, before ultimately slipping into a little reprisal coda of the first section. “Soma” is a tune that spans the spectrum of anger, exploring the full field of an abhorrence that never seems to find resolution.

8.    Geek U.S.A.

Ripping right out of the gate with some extreme drumming from Jimmy, “Geek U.S.A.” combines both speed and energy into a frightfully tight powerhouse tune. The band tears their instruments apart with each passing second, shredding guitar chords and thumping bass notes almost struggling to keep up with Chamberlin’s firecracker drum rolls. “Geek U.S.A.” insists on tearing forward at a breakneck pace, only to suddenly crash into a drowsy bridge that features the single most lovely little guitar melody I’ve ever heard. Yet this respite lasts only seconds, until the blasting chords return at what seems a doubling of the original tempo, before culminating in a riotous riffstorm for the outro. “Geek U.S.A.” foregoes the emotional encumbrances of the rest of Siamese Dream, instead opting for straightforward rock’n’roll that sears like corrosive acid.

9.    Mayonaise

So pretty, so sad—this is the only way I can describe the spell that “Mayonaise” puts over me with each listen. The second compositional collaboration between Corgan and Iha, this piece is almost cloyingly dolorous, a syrupy symphony of sadness. Billy’s vocals are weepy and delicious in their deliveries as he drowns in his own self-loathing: “We’ll try and ease the pain / but somehow, we feel the same.” Though the song structure seems to meander between verses, choruses, and interludes without any real definition, its sound is far more defined; Corgan and Iha slam on those Big Muff Pi pedals and unleash a tsunami of distortion, broken only by the well-timed feedback in the chorus, delivered courtesy of Billy’s broken guitar. With its emotion-driven performances and mushroom cloud of sound, “Mayonaise” is in my opinion the most powerful song on Siamese Dream, encapsulating the sincerity, vitriol, and morose musings that define the music of the Smashing Pumpkins.

10.  Spaceboy

"Spaceboy” is another Billy-driven piece, a melancholy ballad of sorts that starts with a tender melody and slight open chords on the acoustic guitar. His voice floats somewhere between a whisper and a whine, each note oozing pure emotion. Although the song is allegedly dedicated to Billy’s younger autistic brother, wandering lines like “Spaceboy they’ve killed me / before I’m dead and gone” suggest they may have again been a last-minute addition to a finished composition. Still, the band sews a substantial layer of sincerity into this piece, completed by some subtle orchestral arrangements that perfectly seal what little cracks the Pumpkins leave in the instrumentation. “Spaceboy” is a song that has grown on me, its whirling melodies and somber mood a nice spotlight on this band’s potential when the distortion pedals are kicked off. 

11.  Silverfuck


Siamese Dream was meant to be a “big” album, and it doesn’t get any bigger than this song. “Silverfuck” is a sprawling nine-minute monstrosity, the opus of Siamese Dream rivaled only by “Geek U.S.A.” in its vehement ferocity. The band launches into a syncopated torrent of destruction, as Billy, James, and D’Arcy thrash their instruments into oblivion while Jimmy rolls out fills like artillery bombardments. With its primeval energetics, it’s no surprise that the Pumpkins regularly chose “Silverfuck” as their set closer through much of their initial career, and indeed, the live versions of this song are where its full force comes to bear.

One of the most captivating aspects of “Silverfuck” is its extreme use of dynamics. The first half of the song wavers between lighthearted verses and incendiary choruses, the energy always at least brimming and often at full-boil. But this violent race of distortion literally collapses into the middle section, a drifting and spacious bridge featuring zen-like vocals from Billy and a simple heartbeat emanating from the rhythm section. This lullaby bridge is so soothing, it almost erases any memory of the insanity that preceded it, until the band again bursts forth at double-time, racing to a climactic outro of hits and feedback. “Silverfuck” is the epitome of intensity on Siamese Dream, right down to the title, and one of the songs that I look forward to most when I slip the disc into my car’s stereo.  

12.  Sweet Sweet

A small and sparse ditty, “Sweet Sweet” clocks in at just under a minute thirty, and really feels more like an aside than a proper song. Featuring an ascending vocal from Billy, crooning to his “sweet little agony” alongside sparkling layers of clean guitar, its inclusion on Siamese Dream, a record slated as the “next Nevermind,” is certainly a bold choice, and still one I am working to fathom—especially considering the multitude of tunes recorded during those sessions, most of which are both more cohesive and better suited to the record’s style. Still, Billy knows what is best for his band, and though I will almost invariably skip over it, at the very least “Sweet Sweet” acts as a simple and pretty transition from the monster “Silverfuck” to the album’s closing track. Speaking of which…

13.  Luna


If by now you feel that the one thing Siamese Dream wants for is beauty, look no further than “Luna.” This gorgeous and soft love song features a blooming bass line underneath swelling guitars and a tinkly sitar riff. The main section of the song remains in the realm of quiet and cute, until the symphonic coda arrives, marching along over 7 measures and lifting Billy’s starry-eyed vocal to a crescendo. It is this vocal that really gets me: Billy’s calm yet earnest statements of “I’m in love with you” are so infectious that I can’t help but sing along. Despite the insane maelstrom of emotions that fill out this record, “Luna” brings to it resolution, winding out the emotion and energy into a melodious and meaningful three minutes that eases the listener out of the vast and dynamic dreamscape that is Siamese Dream.



Listening back to it now, ten years since the opening snare rolls of “Cherub Rock” first blared through my car speakers, I’m still completely floored by how uncompromisingly huge this record sounds. The cymbals crash like hurricane waves against the sheer cliff face that is the guitar sound. Every note of every song feels sculpted to its truest, most pure form—which is no surprise, since Billy Corgan and producer Butch Vig attacked Siamese Dream with an uncompromising vision of perfection. Butch has called it “the hardest record I ever recorded” because of how high that bar was set, stating that “Billy would work on a section of a song for hours” until he was satisfied.

Though the record was largely tracked live, Billy was responsible for overdubbing most all the strings on the record, and as much as I hate to admit it, it may be his unified vision that makes Siamese Dream sound so iconic. The massive production value, the use of loud/soft dynamics, and the simply gargantuan layered guitar tones keep this album resonating almost twenty-five years since its release. It has since become one of the seminal 90’s albums, a testament to how huge and heavy alternative rock could become if left in the hands of driven and visionary madmen.  

Though I wouldn’t include Siamese Dream in my top three Smashing Pumpkins albums, I cannot deny its lasting effect on both myself and the world. The Pumpkins manage in thirteen songs to assemble an entire world of sound and feeling, and deliver it on an impeccable platter of production that manages to be both polished and wholly sincere. Siamese Dream deserves every single accolade it has garnered, and despite my periodic misgivings about it, I still find myself coming back for more. It is both an icon and an inspiration, and if I can someday create music with even an iota of that lasting potential and power, that can access the human heart as deeply as Siamese does, then I will have truly succeeded as an artist.

Sunday, May 10, 2015

Aulbum Autopsy: Black Sabbath's Sabbath Bloody Sabbath


Disclaimer: The following piece is a super-in-depth look at one of my favorite records, and as such, it is riddled with personal opinions and praise for said record. This cannot be helped.

            Who would be so audacious, so utterly cocky, to claim they know the very first song they’ve ever heard? Me, that’s who. Maybe not definitively, but I have a very very good idea. All during my childhood, my father took great pleasure in the task of waking me for school by spouting whatever nonsense was rattling around in his head. Most of the time his non sequiturs were lyrics from songs he loved, and no well seemed deeper than his log of Black Sabbath tunes. I cannot impart even an estimation of how many mornings I was torn from sleep by my father’s exclamation of “You see life through distorted eyes / You know you have to learn!”[1]
            Those opening lines to “Sabbath Bloody Sabbath” have always been my dad’s standard for his ridiculous wake-up calls, and odds are they were the first song lyrics ever sung to me, though my association with them doesn’t end there. The parent record of that song, Sabbath Bloody Sabbath, has been in heavy rotation in my household for as long as I can remember. Whether from my parents’ ancient monolith of a stereo or from my father’s own mouth, I have been listening to this record for my entire existence, and its tunes are threaded deep within my heart. It is as much a part of me as my own hands, and after two decades, I think it’s about time I dissected it to see just how deep those threads run. 
            I am through and through a lover of rock, and I think it’s safe to say that the maelstrom of Sabbath Bloody Sabbath helped induct me into the world of grizzly distortion and booming basslines. Tony Iommi’s Gibson SG, perpetually tuned down to D♭, is the epitome of metal guitars, his power chords and melodies roaring beneath overlapping solos. Terry “Geezer” Butler’s bass tone teeters on the edge of overdrive, his lines wandering into blues territory before stomping back against the ridiculous rhythms laid down by Bill Ward, who hits his drums so hard you can actually hear his mics clipping.  On top of all of this, Ozzy Osbourne wails, his crisp, dynamic vocals soaring through the heights in “Killing Yourself to Live” and bordering an infuriated scream in “Sabbath Bloody Sabbath.” The sound that this quartet has cultivated has become both iconic and inspirational to thousands of acts, marking the way for generations of metalheads through the chilling, gloomy territory that Black Sabbath calls home, and for me, the darkness is nowhere stronger than on Sabbath Bloody Sabbath. 
            There’s no shortage of metal intensity on this record, but Sabbath Bloody Sabbath is far more dynamic in sound and shape than previous Black Sabbath records, and actually marks the beginning of the band’s journey into musical experimentation. Amidst the chaotic, crushing rock, the band has interspersed countless other instruments and textures. Acoustic guitars take prominent positions in the composition of “Looking for Today” and the title track, while synthesizers add depth and excitement to virtually every tune on the record, even taking center stage in “Who Are You” And Black Sabbath takes it even further, pulling out a harpsichord for “Fluff” and a flute for “Looking for Today,” going so far as to summon a full string section for “Spiral Architect.” In fact, the distinct lack of either bagpipes or sitar is due only to the fact that Tony Iommi had not yet learned either instrument to his satisfaction while recording. [2]
            Although only eight songs long, Sabbath Bloody Sabbath is a powerhouse record, a landmark for the Black Sabbath and the myriad acts that followed in their footsteps, not to mention for myself. It is loaded with musical moments and face-melting lines that have resonated within me for as long as I’ve been alive. Upon listening to it straight through with my father recently (something he hadn’t done in decades), I feel that it is finally time to give this monster its due.  


         1.    Sabbath Bloody Sabbath


            Opening with the riff that “saved” Black Sabbath,[3] “Sabbath Bloody Sabbath” tears open this record like a raucous cannon. Tony Iommi’s signature tone crams itself down our ears while Ozzy’s vocals attack the naysayers of the band, screaming at the “bastards” who “tell you that you’re on your own” and “fill your head all full of lies.”[4] According to Geezer, the band’s primary lyricist, the song is a “backs-to-the-wall rant” aimed at “the critics, the record business in general…management and everyone who was trying to cash in on us.”[5] The anger inherent in the lyrics feels just as apparent in the composition; every cymbal crash and bass growl drips with ire and disgust.
            Besides its inspirationally dark tone, “Sabbath Bloody Sabbath” is a model of metal in its composition as well. The tune eschews a verse/chorus alternation in favor of a series of suites, a choice that has since become a staple of the metal genre. After sloshing about in the mosh-worthy intro riffs, the song launches into a disgustingly dark palm-muted section before sliding into a swung outro. While all three parts have their merits, it is this middle section that grips the mind, and which rock legend Slash considers to be one of the heaviest riffs ever written.[6]  The band’s choice to include in the riff both the major and minor 3rds of the scale, coupled with Ozzy’s despairing intonations of lines like “Living just for dying / dying just for you,” have helped to define an entire musical atmosphere, and consistently rattle me to my core with each listen.[7]

        2.    A National Acrobat


            Haunting and spacious, “A National Acrobat” is another Sabbath standard and one of my father’s favorites. According to Iommi, it was Geezer who composed the skulking intro riff[8] that moves like sludge through water. Between distorted chords and Ward’s walloping drum beats, the song wanders into a wah-drenched B-section, over which Ozzy’s vocals drift like distant echoes through an expanse of sound as he waxes philosophical: “Don’t believe the life you have will be the only one / You have to let your body sleep to let your soul live on.”[9]
            “A National Acrobat” is a thoroughly metaphysical piece, the instrumentation a sprawl of thought and feeling which greatly reflects the meaning behind the lyrics. Geezer states that the tune is a musing on “who selects what sperm gets through to the egg,”[10] a fascinating and original idea that dips as much into science as it does religion. While Geezer’s lyrics brilliantly portray this inconceivable idea, it is Ozzy’s vocals that give it life. His delay-heavy harmonies and piercing highs create the impression of multiple beings singing as one, like a legion of never-born souls wondering when they will be chosen to exist. From conception to delivery, "A National Acrobat" is chilling and intricate, exploring some thought-provoking territory into which few minds have ventured.

        3.    Fluff


            Almost entirely Iommi’s doing, "Fluff" is just that—a fluff piece, a space-filler on the record, but at the same time, it’s a chance for a guitarist known for his grueling tone to flaunt some of his more light-hearted influences. Written as a tribute to DJ Alan "Fluff" Freeman,[11] "Fluff" deftly captures a classical feel, layering piano and even a harpsichord over interlocking guitar melodies, drawing the focus to the entire piece rather than a single instrument. Iommi almost entirely avoids using an electric guitar, instead pulling his melodies out from acoustics both 6-string and 12-string, and dropping in mere hints of a reverby electric to further open up the song. Although somewhat uneventful, "Fluff" shows us a side of Black Sabbath most people don’t think exists, and acts as a nice dedication to a man who helped the band find a following in their early days.

         4.    Sabbra Cadabra


            With speedy guitar licks and Ozzy's energetic singing, "Sabbra Cadabra" falls more under the label of rock'n'roll than metal, but Black Sabbath easily manages to conquer this more ear-pleasing style with their own dark flair. In fact, even in its earliest stages it appeared to be a favorite among friends of the band—upon visiting the studio, Led Zeppelin's John Bonham was apparently eager to drum with the band on it, and Yes keyboardist Rick Wakeman, who lays down some heavy synth in the bridge, apparently refused payment with anything but beer and jamming for his contribution.[12] Iommi's dexterous melodies on "Sabbra Cadabra" are respected even today, so much so that Metallica even medleyed it with "A National Acrobat" for their 1998 cover album Garage, Inc., choosing it over a plethora of more celebrated Sabbath tunes.[13]
            There is a lot to love in "Sabbra Cadabra," but the most stand-out performance comes from Geezer's bass. With a tone I can only describe as a roar, Geezer spends half the tune covering rhythm, his low end booming with Ward's kick drum, and the other half strutting, walking smoothly out of the choruses and peppering pentatonic runs underneath the drum fills. It is his bass that pulls the band together and pushes it forward, connecting the melody work of Iommi and Ozzy and gluing it to Ward's hectic rhythm, cementing "Sabbra Cadabra" as a rocking centerpiece on Sabbath Bloody Sabbath.

        5.    Killing Yourself to Live


            My father's anthem, "Killing Yourself to Live" is perhaps the best example on Sabbath Bloody Sabbath of the band's brand of catastrophic metal. Iommi's guitar kicks the tune off with a behemoth guitar riff that still stands as one of my favorites, and his rampaging power chords in the chorus immerse the listener in shadows. The gloomy A-section somehow slips into the manic coda, across which Iommi overlays two guitar solos while Ozzy's vocals spiral into absolute madness with the lines: "I don’t know if I'm up or down / Whether black is white or blue is brown / The colors in my life are all different somehow / Little boy blue's a big girl now."
            While Iommi's shredding guitar conquers the instrumentation, it is Geezer's lyrics that truly give the song life. Written whilst in the hospital for alcohol-induced kidney issues, "Killing Yourself to Live" breaks down the pendulous experience of the rockstar life—how the four of them struggled to make a living as musicians, and in receiving their fame, now continually destroy themselves with substances to cope with the pressures and stress of stardom. And with lines like "Just take a look around you, what do you see? / Pain, suffering and misery / It's not the way that the world was meant," this lyrical theme of suffering to survive can easily be expounded into the more general, working-man's anthem that it has become for my father, chronicling the struggle to endure and provide in the modern world.[14]

        6.    Who Are You


            Upon first listen, "Who Are You" feels somewhat like another throwaway tune, with its simplistic arrangement and quiet energy, but after continuous sampling, the significance buried in "Who Are You" arises to the forefront. This tune is one of the first to effectively mix synthesizers into a metal sound, and indeed, the phaser-laden tone of Ozzy's Moog immerses the song in a creepy mood, a soft but heavy counterpoint to Ward’s crashing cymbals and Iommi's melodious piano.[15]
            The spacious sound of the song adds to the metaphysical tone of the entire album, which is furthered by the piece’s lyrical condemnation of authority. Ozzy’s accusatory tone in the lines “You’re just like me, brother / Giving up your trust / And when you have played enough / You’ll just cast our souls / Into the dust,” pulls the high-and-mighty down to his own level, allowing his final query of “Who are you?” to simultaneously ring political and spiritual. Although one of the more placid tunes on the record, both the philosophical writing and ominous instrumentation on “Who Are You” insist that it belongs nowhere else but on Sabbath Bloody Sabbath.[16]

        7.    Looking for Today


            The unequivocal star of this song has to be Bill Ward, whose emphatic, animated drumming completely defines the feel of "Looking for Today." With grace and fervor he chugs and slams and thumps his kit, painting a vibrant backdrop over which Iommi and Geezer are able to weave elaborate riffs. Ward's exuberance behind the kit feeds also into the other members' performances, as Ozzy yanks wailing high notes from his core while Geezer's bass bellows in time with the drums.
            Besides the percussion, "Looking for Today" is also home to the most cohesive and thorough lyrical ideas on Sabbath Bloody Sabbath. Another analysis of the hectic hell that is the music business, "Looking for Today" poignantly preaches a philosophy of enjoying the moments you have, because they fly away all too fast. Geezer delivers this message through a long string of original paradoxes, capturing the fleeting feel of fame with lines like "Sunday's star is Monday's scar / Out of date before you're even seen" and "In demand, but secondhand / It's been heard before you even play." With "Looking for Today," Black Sabbath tears apart any pretense that the rockstar life is easy, instead using their energetic, upbeat rock to urge up-and-coming acts to enjoy the moments they have, because "tomorrow is another dream."[17]

        8.    Spiral Architect


            As the album's closer, "Spiral Architect" manages to encapsulate all the lyrical themes of Sabbath Bloody Sabbath while simultaneously presenting the best individual idea on the record. Written by Geezer in one of his more "contemplative" states, this tune explores how both experiences and genetics play a role in "creating an individual," which is perhaps one of the most unique lyrical concepts I've ever encountered.[18] He loads the song with heavy images, implying the many experiences, beautiful and horrifying, that come together to shape the human. His wording is virtually flawless, even down to his diction choices, such as the immediate juxtaposition of a "child of god sitting in the sun" with the image of a weeping father. And just as his speaker sees the culmination of these things and "know[s] that they are good," so too does "Spiral Architect" wrap up the metaphysical journey that is Sabbath Bloody Sabbath.[19]
            “Spiral Architect” certainly has the feel of an introspective "epic," and similar to the lyrics, Black Sabbath spares nothing in the instrumental sound of their concluding salvo. Iommi's meditative guitar intro quickly leads way into an all-out frenzy of hard-rocking guitars and thundering drums, while Ozzy's mourning yet spritely vocal flits in and out of the listener's ears. The energy the band captures in this tune is inspiring and powerful in itself, yet they take it one step further with the addition of a string section,  conducted by a mad and miming Ozzy Osbourne.[20] The addition of an orchestra into Black Sabbath's overdriven metal blends two distinct if not opposing styles of music, shaping "Spiral Architect" into a fitting finale for an ambitious record.


            When dissected from a lyrical perspective, listening to Sabbath Bloody Sabbath is like peeking into the personal diary of the band as these four musicians attempt to determine their place and purpose in the world. Both “A National Acrobat” and “Spiral Architect” delve into the notions of what shapes a human into a person from both a physical and psychological sense, giving equal voice to the effects fate and experience have in carving an individual. Similarly, “Looking for Today” and “Sabbath Bloody Sabbath” analyze existence from an artistic standpoint, a map of the struggles of maintaining a creative identity in the face of opposition, especially when the very forces that should be pushing you to succeed are in fact trying to stifle you. Finally, "Killing Yourself to Live” self-consciously acknowledges the struggles of coping with the life of a rock star, admitting openly to the self-destructive tendencies that provide such a simple escape.
            With these themes in mind, it becomes apparent that Sabbath Bloody Sabbath must be a very important record for Black Sabbath, having been written at a time when they thought they “were finished as a band.” Between non-stop touring and profuse “drug use and hard partying,”[21] Black Sabbath felt “absolutely, completely exhausted,” resulting in a harrying period of writer’s block that seemed interminable.[22] Simultaneously, mounting tensions between the band and its management as well as brooding resentment among the members themselves further dammed the creative flow and threatened to halt Black Sabbath’s dwindling momentum entirely.[23] It was only until they relocated back to England and began practicing in Clearwell Castle that the ideas began to flow again, and as one spin of this record will tell you, those ideas would leave a huge impact both in the world of metal and on the lives of fans, myself included.
            Because of how heavy the situation was for Black Sabbath as they entered into the studio to record their fifth LP, the resulting music is an honest and truthful reaction to their world at that time. In trying to break the molds of their past endeavors and all the baggage that followed, they innovated with new instruments and composition styles that elevated their sound to levels previously unexplored. In coming face-to-face with the true struggles, internal and external, of being a musician, the lyrics on Sabbath Bloody Sabbath blatantly assess the situations of drug abuse, bad management, and general exhaustion, and attempt to pull a light from the darkness by confronting it openly. As Geezer puts it, “people feel evil things, but nobody ever sings about what’s frightening and evil” even though “the world is a right fucking shambles,”[24] but with Sabbath Bloody Sabbath, Black Sabbath gives voice and presence to the evil in their lives in a fight to conquer it wholly.
            Sabbath Bloody Sabbath is a record of growth, an attempt for these four musicians to find out what it means to be both an individual person and a member of Black Sabbath. It is a journal of their journey through an important period in their history, and has since impacted the lives of countless fans. It entered my father’s life just as he began high school, and thus was one of the whetstones that sharpened him into the unique man he is today. Similarly, Sabbath Bloody Sabbath has been an integral piece of my soundtrack, a presence as constant in my life as the sun, and almost certainly my stands as introduction into rock music. The pure honesty and wholesome darkness that drips from this disc has followed me through almost all of my life experiences thus far, and continues to shine as one of my strongest draws for inspiration in my creative endeavors. And just as my father passed it onto me, so now I attempt to pass it onto you: give Sabbath Bloody Sabbath a spin, and don’t be surprised if what you take from it far outweighs the half hour you gave.





Saturday, December 20, 2014

Album Autopsy: Norma Jean’s Redeemer



Disclaimer: The following piece is a super-in-depth look at one of my favorite records, and as such, it is riddled with personal opinions and praise for said record. This cannot be helped.


            As I’ve said myriad times before, I was hardly a fan of metal in high school. Punk and ska dominated my clunky iPod’s memory, and what little crevices were left I filled with the 90’s alternative I had only just begun to explore. It took me years to find a true handhold in hardcore music, and most acts in that genre were hard-pressed to get my attention before my later college years.
            Except for one.
            To my great fortune, engraved on that pivotal CD mix I received during my senior year was “The End of All Things Will Be Televised” by Norma Jean, and from the very first second, I completely understood the song. The heavy slamming guitars soaked in overdrive, the tumbling time signature changes, the gross amounts of dissonant noise—there was not an element that failed to command my attention. Within the first ten seconds I had cranked the volume on my stereo to near-deaf levels, not wanting to miss a single nuance in the violently heavy bass line or the desperate screaming vocals.
            My infatuation with this one tune led me to investigate the band, and within a few weeks I had procured a used copy of that song’s parent album, Redeemer. Tossing the disc in my CD player like a jonesing drug addict, I smashed the “play” button, and began a love affair with Norma Jean that continues to thrive as I write this piece. Years later, I have journeyed across this band’s entire catalog, but no other NJ record has come close to surpassing my intense captivation with Redeemer.
            The sound of Redeemer is laden with dichotomy and paradox at its very core, which is perhaps part of the reason why it completely overwhelmed me. Norma Jean is heavy, and Redeemer is a hardcore record, yet the production and equalization of that heaviness makes the album extremely accessible. The composition is rooted in time signature changes, dissonant chords, and drop tunings, but the arrangement of the songs with these tools feels wholly natural to the ear and the spirit. Furthermore, despite the relatively high production value on the record, every note feels as raw as a fresh wound and as meaningful as the first time a heart is broken—according to bassist Jake Schultz, the band members were encouraged to ignore mistakes and just “play it as hard as you can,”[1] so that no decibel of energy was lost. Every second of Redeemer is played with feeling and utter honesty, and that alone means everything.
            There are quite probably a million reasons why I love this record as a whole, but to truly process my passion, I feel each track must be set aside to shine in its own right. Every song is loaded with nuance and clever decision that should not be ignored, as each is imperative to understanding the truth threaded throughout Redeemer’s entire being.   


1.    A Grand Scene for a Color Film


            Kicking off the record with a haphazard intro full of feedback and shouting, “A Grand Scene for a Color Film” presents at full force the very essence of Norma Jean. Putman demands “Sit down!” while Dan Davidson smashes his toms and the strings crash against each other like hurricane waves. The tune alternates between 4/4 and 6/4 before descending into a pounding breakdown in 9/4, yet every change is so smooth it is almost imperceptible. Putman’s exclamation of “the great universal coma has arrived,” while curdling the blood, also introduces us to the metaphysical thinking that is a primary theme on Redeemer.[2] “A Grand Scene for a Color Film” quickly familiarizes the listener to the unrelenting energy and insanity of this band, kicking off the festivities with what Sputnik Music calls “train wreck inspired sound-offs [that set] the tone for the rest of the record.”[3]

2.    Blueprints for Future Homes


            The first pseudo-single released on the album,[4] “Blueprints for Future Homes” hardly lets the former track end before erupting outward at us. Driven by a punchy guitar riff alternating between 7/8 and 4/4, Norma Jean creates a musical catastrophe saturated with distortion, against which Putman laments the loss of “a drowning generation.” Despite the grueling guitar chords, much of the heaviness in this tune stems from Jake Schultz, whose overdriven bass snarls like a rabid animal about to pounce.
            “Blueprints for Future Homes” is laden with awesome moments, but no part is more brilliant than Putman’s lyrics. He sings and screams with a voice of terror and mourning, his images of dishonesty and confusion coalescing into a photo of a suffering world. Despite his visions of a reality where “hell is empty” and “the devils are here,” Putman decides to act rather than mourn, vowing that he “will never sleep” as long as his fellow man continues to drown.[5] Putman’s will to aid his fellow man is heavy and meaningful, and the vicious performance of Norma Jean across this song adds even more weight to this interesting and profound idea. 

3.    A Small Spark vs. a Great Forest


            Though many of Norma Jean’s tunes alternate between whispers and shouts, no song on Redeemer utilizes dynamics quite as effectively as “A Small Spark vs. a Great Forest.” Dan Davidson’s tumbling rim shots and Jake Schultz’ rumbling lows quietly introduce the tune before the band explodes into a tumultuous blaze. Throughout the entire song, the band toys with dynamics, keeping the vocals loud while the instrumentation backs off, before shoving the entire mess into the listener’s mind again. Between the slow build of intensity and the flaring lyrics that encompass the imagery of a sylvan landscape, “A Small Spark vs. a Great Forest” indeed takes on the sound of a raging inferno intent on consuming all in its path.

4.    A Temperamental Widower


            Loaded with energy, “A Temperamental Widower” teases us with a tame intro, but as soon as Davidson finishes the four-count, Norma Jean bursts outward like a runaway locomotive. The frenzied guitar riffs of Scottie Henry and Chris “Derr” Day ring reminiscent of 80’s hardcore punk, yet their signature noisy melody style still dominates the changes. The fast tempo and crashing drum beat provide a pulse so frantic that even when the band arrives at the heaving breakdown and Putman begins his chant of “You’ll put me in the grave,” not an iota of energy is compromised.[6] Angry and volatile, “A Temperamental Widower” takes the simplicity and speed of punk and crams it against Norma Jean’s noisy hardcore, creating a tune that tears headlong into our ears, screaming with abandon.

5.    The End of All Things Will Be Televised



            My initiation into the music of Norma Jean, “The End of All Things Will Be Televised” begins with a breath, followed by crashing chugs so heavy, they could be the footfalls of the Four Horsemen. This tune roils and rolls about without mercy, shuffling between 4/4 and 6/4 before diving into a coda in 13/4. Beneath every riff, the string section has also layered strata of feedback and noise, filling every sonic space with the chaos that is this band’s signature flair.
            Despite all the riotous instrumentation and brutality, Norma Jean keeps the song from feeling like a pile of ideas by deftly overlapping and recalling earlier sections, especially in the vocals. The song has multiple lyrical hooks, including the chorus-like “embrace your comforting company,” the chant of “Captain, the ship is sinking / Have mercy” in the coda, and of course, the shouts of “the south is on fire” over the arduous breakdown.[7] In “The End of All Things Will Be Televised,” Norma Jean carves their blend of syncopated hardcore to fit into a package that is as catchy as it is epic, and with each listen I give it, I remember exactly why I love this band.

6.    Songs Sound Much Sadder


            Co-written with Underoath’s Timothy McTague,[8] “Songs Sound Much Sadder” is perhaps the weakest point in Redeemer. The pop-driven songwriting seems is underwhelming when juxtaposed against the aggressive mania surrounding it, only made more confusing by the fact that the verses lack a downbeat, leaving the tune with a somewhat messy foundation.
            However, there is certainly hope in the chorus that is both catchy and heavy, as well as the outro that explodes like a landmine at the end of the tune. Putman’s got a few killer lines too, like “We are smashed men, still moving” and “death with a steady heartbeat,” certainly capturing the emotion the title promises.[9] Although lacking in some respects, “Songs Sound Much Sadder” still captures the essence of this record and so earns its place; plus, the music video is pretty kickass, featuring surrealistic stop motion and a collagesque images reminiscent of the design of the album’s liner notes.

7.    The Longest Lasting Statement


            To be blunt, this tune is HEAVY. With gallons of feedback, a beat like pounding war drums, and a juggernaut of a breakdown, “The Longest Lasting Statement” has more impact than an atom bomb. The structure of the song is simple yet interesting, beginning with a slow and grinding heaviness before jumping into a bridge of slash beats and dissonance, and finally returning to the first section, but in a slower, darker, and more pissed-off incarnation.
            Contrasting with the straightforward composition, however, is a remarkably complex lyrical idea that consistently makes my mind spin. With “The Longest Lasting Statement,” Putman subtly personifies those early Christians who decided to take Jesus’ body after he was crucified, and portrays their struggles in a contemporary framework. Furthermore, when taken in the context of the record’s larger metaphysical theme, the Biblical idea becomes a metaphor for the many generations of kids who grew up without a leader and who must now carry on without one. This deep if not literary thinking gives the song a fascinating and imaginative subtext that constantly prods my brain into the philosophical realm.

8.    Amnesty Please


            Scottie and Derr are the stars of this tune, mixing it up and down with chugs, slides, melodies, palm mutes, and thrashing, showing us virtually all the ways a guitar can make noise. There is a riotous feel to the intro which is only heightened by Putman’s megaphone-filtered vocals. However, when the beat drops into a remarkable groove under the lines “Burn this to ashes, ashes and framework,” this song takes on a soul.[10] The band loads tons of syncopated riffs in for variety, making “Amnesty Please” virtually danceable without sacrificing an ounce of the fury that is their core. “Amnesty Please” is a song that evolves from the first second of life to the last ringing note, adding layer upon layer of nuance that defines this tune as one of my favorites off Redeemer.

9.    Like Swimming Circles


            Similar to “A Small Spark,” “Like Swimming Circles” is another song from Redeemer that gives voice to a disaster, albeit this time at sea. Dan Davidson’s pounding and astounding beat in 6/4 is reminiscent of crashing waves (his drums were apparently recorded in live takes to capture his intensity)[11], while the driving guitar and bass create the impression of a maelstrom raging overhead. Putman utilizes much water imagery in the song, painting in our subconscious a study in the chaotic movements of water, while the swirling section under the line “Don’t you dare insinuate me” truly sounds like the score to a typhoon.[12] If the ship is sinking in “The End of all Things,” it is the livid ocean possessing every note of “Like Swimming Circles” that takes it down and swallows it whole.

10.  Cemetery Like a Stage


            My absolute favorite from Redeemer, “Cemetery Like a Stage” holds in its voice more despair than a mourning mother who has lost her child. Every second of this song is imbued with pure, unadulterated sadness, every note painted with the deepest grays and blues. The main riff in 7/8 writhes in the throes of desolation, while the chorus and bridge wallow in negative space. Jake’s howling bass owns the spotlight in this song, setting up an awesomely awful progression for the chorus and introducing a bit of tremolo in the funereal bridge. The sounds he captures with his instrument in “Cemetery Like a Stage” are the primary influence on my own bass tones, simultaneously heavy, graceful, dolorous, and irate.
            One of my favorite aspects of this tune is how seamlessly interconnected the many elements feel. Putman’s rhythmic screaming is locked to the 7/8 groove in the verse, and the pure rage in the chord progression is an impeccable backdrop to his wailing declaration: “I joined the avalanche just to feel alive.” Similarly, Norma Jean is nowhere tighter than in this song’s chorus; the moaning lines “We’re broken here / We’re ruined here” are the perfect echoes to the biting guitar progression.[13] In “Cemetery Like a Stage,” there is no noise that is not authentic, because Norma Jean unloads every ounce of their being into it, making it impossible for me to do anything but respond in kind.

11.  No Passenger : No Parasite


            Because of its mostly-instrumental nature and simplistic shape, “No Passenger : No Parasite” is a gentle but emotional coda to a record that is simultaneously manic and depressed. The string section provides a strolling and panoramic environment while the syncopated and polyrhythmic drum intro evolves over the course of the song, taking on a life of its own and pushing the composition towards an emotive climax. Putman’s sparse lyrical contribution allows his voice to become more of an instrument, tingeing the atmosphere of the tune in a manner rarely seen outside of jazz. Despite its relatively uncomplicated existence, Norma Jean, as usual, gives to this tune everything they have, summing up their entire record in the last few seconds by charging headlong to the very end.


            Fans of the genre might argue that Redeemer is fairly tame as far as hardcore goes, especially with its layered Christian undertones and intermixing of clean vocals. However, with a close listen, I feel there is nothing really tame about this record; in fact, quite the opposite. There is an entire universe of chaos, dissonance, and brutality engraved on this disc, especially in the instrumentation, but it is the tasteful and intelligent presentation that makes that noise so enjoyable and accessible. Norma Jean spends no time preaching, but rather places a layer of Christian subtext in their music, which the listener can choose to ignore or indulge. Similarly, the choices to leave the low end to the bass guitar and incorporate distinguishable melodies into the hard vocals gives a fresh, vibrant take on the tropes of hardcore while keeping them at a level digestible for the uninitiated.
            One of the reasons this record immediately grabbed me was because of how easy it was to like the sound of Norma Jean. While the dressing and presentation of the music is versatile and attractive, the band still sounds goddamn vicious as they pummel their instruments. Each member of Norma Jean really tears every scrap of sanity from themselves in attempting to make this record, and leaves not a speck of their being out. In the words of Daniel Davidson, producer Ross Robinson “encouraged us to get back to the real reason why we got into music…He told us to write this record ‘like it’s your first record and like it’s your last record. Give it all you’ve got.’”[14] Every time I spin this record, it feels like the end of the world, because Norma Jean sculpted their music to sound like a true apocalypse.
            Within all the heavy and the raw and the chaos that revolves around Redeemer, the music contained on this disc is honest and passionate, and that more than anything is what pulls me back to it every single time. Every noisy and pandemonious note from Norma Jean sounds both unique and heartfelt, as if it holds the secret meaning of life within. The urgency with which these five musicians play inspires me to throw myself at each endeavor in the same way they threw themselves into making this record, and so when I need to give myself a shove, you can be sure that Redeemer will be sounding off behind me.