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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.

Thursday, February 26, 2015

The Smashing Pumpkins - Gish




            If Billy Corgan’s massive reissue project is any hint, the Smashing Pumpkins have always been a profusely prolific act. There are literally hundreds of tunes in their back catalog, and Billy Corgan and Jeff Schroeder are still adding to that legacy. Since the first time they captured my imagination in high school, this band’s music consistently and relentlessly pulls me back in. Almost seasonally, I am compelled to return to their records, not just to bathe in nostalgia, but also that I might discover some new nuance or flourish that I had missed.  Recently, I got back into the swing of Gish, the Smashing Pumpkins’ debut LP. This time, however, I attempted to listen to it with fresh ears, to let it impress itself upon me in the same way it did years ago, and I was not disappointed.
            Despite a relatively small budget at the time of recording,[1] the direction and drive of both Billy Corgan and producer Butch Vig makes Gish sound twice as huge and ten times more expensive. The instrumentation on this record, which features multiple overdubs, textures, and interlocking harmonies, is impeccable and airtight. The eclectic arrangement of tunes that make up its ten tracks, from stomping rockers like “I Am One” and “Tristessa” to the whisper of “Crush,” gives the record a remarkably wide range of feel and emotion. However, the honed tones and prolific energy that tie them together brand each song as an irreplaceable part of the whole. 


            Gish is loaded with more and spirit than an orchestra, and it is remarkable to think that something so comprehensive was perfected in only a few months.[2] As was recently confirmed by Butch Vig, Billy Corgan was responsible for playing most of the strings during the sessions,[3] and would spend “hours on a guitar tone…or working on harmonies and textural things.”[4] While his focus certainly makes for some incredible moments on Gish, unfortunately, it also prevents anything from being definitively attributed to guitarist James Iha and bassist D’Arcy Wretzky. For instance, the punchy and violent intro to “Bury Me” remains one of my favorite bass grooves, but I remain unsure as to who is truly responsible for breathing life into it. In the same vein, being that Billy was the main songwriter and regularly assembled entire songs before bringing them to the band,[5] it is hard to hear past his signature style for any voice or influence from his bandmates.


            Billy Corgan’s dominance of the instrumentation naturally reaches into the arrangements as well. Though his bass riffs feel natural and his guitar licks are explosive, his tendency to overlap multiple solos (in the spirit of Tony Iommi) gets to feel somewhat excessive after happening in almost every song. This hedonistic layering extends itself into the rhythm guitar, which can add to the confusion, especially in the quieter songs: the myriad riffs in “Rhinoceros” meld together without standing out, and the atmospheric feel of “Crush” gets squashed due to the pile of guitar sounds, including one remarkably close to the squeal of a kazoo. Being his de facto brainchild, Gish leans heavily against the distinct style of Billy Corgan, and though I am a true fan of his skill and taste, it occasionally leaves me wanting for the sound of a more dynamic band.
            The string section is certainly exciting, but my favorite aspect of this record has to be the drumming of Jimmy Chamberlin. As the sole proprietor of the throne, Jimmy brings absolutely everything he has to his drum kit, flaunting his control of dynamic and feel and practically stealing the show from the rest of the band. As he constructs beat after unique beat, he finds ways to utilize virtually his entire kit, while every single fill he flashes carries the distinct relaxation of an improvisation. He even finds ways to squeeze in his jazz influences,[6] comping on an open snare in “Suffer” and rolling at ridiculous speeds in “Snail.” As he drums across Gish, Jimmy Chamberlin leaves nothing of himself behind, loading each composition with soul and wrath while asserting his own authority as drummer of the Smashing Pumpkins.'
 

            The instrumentation on Gish is so complex and multifaceted, a discussion of it could easily be turned into a dissertation, and the lyrics are hardly different. According to Billy, many of the songs went through twenty to thirty rewrites before recording,[7] being distilled to their best possible form. Throughout the album, Billy avoids verbose or pretentious language, yet manages to fill his songs with intricate references and ideas: “Tristessa” (named after a Jack Kerouac novella of the same name) explores the ambiguities of love,[8] while “Window Paine” is driven by the Beat-Zen message of “Do what you gotta do / Say what you gotta say / Do what you gotta do / Yeah, start today.”[9] And unlike with the instrumentation, Billy has the foresight to open up the compositions by letting D’Arcy perform some vocals as well. Her soulful, mourning performance on “Daydream,” the record’s simplistic closer, is laden with emotion and a quiet power that resonates with me long after the song has ended.
            Though many themes abound in the lyrics of Gish, none is more perfectly expounded upon than those of religion and philosophy. Many of the songs mix simple language with key religious or philosophical phrases, thereby infusing the tunes with a more existential meaning. In “I Am One,” Corgan introduces a Christian tone with the lines “I am one as you are three / Try to find messiah in your trinity,” while simultaneously questioning its validity: “Am I as I seem?”[10] Similarly, the language in “Suffer” holds similarities to Buddhist beliefs on enlightenment, especially in the line “rise from the mounds of desire.”[11] Even the words in “Siva,” a direct reference to the Hindu god,[12] find ways to flirt with the destruction / creation cycle that Shiva represents. Billy Corgan’s artful yet cohesive exploration of the soul affirms his assertion that Gish “is about pain and spiritual ascension,”[13] a transcendence that the very fabric of the music only reinforces.


            In a 1991 interview, Billy Corgan describes writing Gish as “the deepest into my guts I’ve ever reached,”[14] and regardless of the drama behind its creation, not one part of this record is lacking in genuine and deep humanity. Every second of music exudes a passion and integrity that feels neither cheap nor contrived, and each time I spin it, I find that sinking into that truth is as natural as breathing. Gish is the mission statement of the Smashing Pumpkins, a heartfelt vow to throw themselves wholly into their art, to make each musical moment an “honest interpretation”[15] of who they are. I can only hope that as I continue my own musical journey, I am able to maintain the same level of devotion and veracity, to shape my art as a reflection of myself and imbue it with the meaning and thought it deserves.

Tunes to Check Out:
1) Bury Me
2) I Am One
3) Daydream 



Monday, October 27, 2014

Song Spotlight: The Smashing Pumpkins' "Infinite Sadness"


           For whatever reason, the season of autumn is synonymous in my head with the music of the Smashing Pumpkins.  As the air begins to cool and the fading foliage takes its leave, my deep-seated love for the Pumpkins’ music once again blooms, and one by one, their albums begin to cycle through my car’s CD player. However, none lingers so long as their explosive double album, Mellon Collie and the Infinite Sadness. To me, the somber yet melodious sound of that record, laden with longing and dread and exaltation and everything in between, is the very voice of the season, a voice the Pumpkins have flawlessly captured with their songs. 
           This fall, while exploring the colossal pile of music the Smashing Pumpkins have offered with their new rerelease series,[1] my research led me to an alternate track listing for the vinyl pressing of Mellon Collie, which features two tracks not included on the CD version: “Tonite Reprise” and “Infinite Sadness.”[2] With obvious excitement, I tracked these two songs down, and while I found “Tonite Reprise,” an acoustic rendition of “Tonight, Tonight,” to be interesting and appropriate, I was absolutely blown away by “Infinite Sadness,” the closer of the reimagined album.
           Itself a reprise of the symphonic title track from Mellon Collie, “Infinite Sadness” is an instrumental B-side, one of many recorded during the band’s sessions for the album.[3] Opening with deceptively gentle acoustic chords, the track suddenly explodes into movement as the keys and drums enter, all but shoving the guitar to the wayside. The symphonic arrangement is reminiscent of the opening track, yet both the choice to emulate that arrangement through synthesizers and the thundering presence of Jimmy Chamberlin’s peppy drums allow “Infinite Sadness” to draw the album to a close from a unique and powerful perspective. The vigorous and airy path on which the tune expands and evolves feels triumphant, a cumulative celebration of the many life experiences, thrilling and tragic, that Mellon Collie and the Infinite Sadness captures in its music. 


           The sound of this recording absolutely feels like a live take (which it very well may be), and as such, each member of the Smashing Pumpkins leaves out not a drop of energy or enthusiasm from their performances; however, there is only one star of this tune: bassist D’Arcy Wretzky. From the moment the beat drops, her bass booms through the speakers, each growling tone insisting on being heard. Rather than take the backseat as most bassists are wont to do, D’Arcy wrenches notes from every inch of her fretboard, marking the end of each phrase with flourishing lines. She plays her instrument with courage and fervor, letting her fills grow longer and more intricate as the song progresses, all without ever relinquishing her rhythmic duties.
           D’Arcy manages to turn the bass guitar in “Infinite Sadness” into the center of the song, squeezing beautiful and complex melodies from her instrument that both interlock with the whole of the piece and highlight her abilities as a musician. The musical moment she creates is monumental, as it represents one of the first times since the band gained fame that D’Arcy can truly express herself through her instrument. In an interview with SongFacts, Butch Vig, producer of the Pumpkins’ first two records, confirmed the long-running rumor that Billy Corgan recorded virtually all the strings in the early days, because he was “just technically better.”[4] While that made for two very solid and groundbreaking records, it left D’Arcy’s bass skills without a voice.
           However, with the new writing and recording processes introduced during the Mellon Collie sessions,[5] D’Arcy was able to take back the bass with full force, while the more dynamic sound the band was exploring gave her an outlet for her classical training. She blends grand orchestral arrangements and hard rocking thumps in elegant unity, giving us pieces like “Infinite Sadness” that transcend the normal bassline into realms uncharted by most rock bassists.[6] D’Arcy gives voice to the understated grandeur inherent in her instrument and so scrawls her distinct and vital signature across the Pumpkins’ music for all to experience.
           Despite its dreary name, “Infinite Sadness” is hardly a lamentation; rather, it is a monument to an instrument that rarely receives recognition, and to a player who finally found an opportunity to flaunt her skills while the tapes are rolling. In this song, D’Arcy takes a sonic opportunity and squeezes every last drop from it, subtly demanding that she be heard because her contribution is as vital as anyone else’s. With such a message at the core, “Infinite Sadness” is a song both driven and inspired, and one that I highly recommend for casual listeners and hardcore fans.