TITUS ANDRONICUS - The Most Lamentable Tragedy (Merge
Records www.mergerecords.com)
It's A Triumph!
By Rich Quinlan
Titus Andronicus has always been, at the very least, a
fascinating band. Regardless of one’s impression of
their music, their sound is remarkably distinctive, and
this continues on their sweeping twenty-nine song rock opera
(yes, another rock opera-oh The Who, what hath thou wrought?)
titled The Most Lamentable Tragedy, which like
their band name, is a sly Shakespearian nod. According to
vocalist Patrick Stickles, the general plot of TMLT involves
a man locked in a punishing depression who meets a person
just like him in every way except personality. While the
main character is self-loathing and dark, his identical
twin is positive and hopeful. What motivated bands to undertake
such mammoth works is beyond my comprehension, so if one
simply wants this for the music, TMLT is a wild wide through
a vast array of styles with tremendous substance. The opening
atmospheric intro of “The Angry Hour” is a perfect
first impression for a whirlwind of a disc. One is treated
to rollicking indie punk on “No Future IV” and
“Stranded (On My Own)”, while “Lonely
Boy” snarls its way through what sounds like The Jam
hanging out with the Dead Boys, and “Look Alive”
is a blink-and-you-miss-it fist fight full of unbridled
rage and speed. Once one moves beyond these early pieces,
the opera takes on a multitude of personalities through
the lush keyboards of “The Magic Morning” and
the beautiful, exotic ambience that dominates “More
Perfect Union”. Meanwhile “(S)he said/(S)he
Said” has a classic arena rock vibe and “Mr.
E Man” (awesome title) sounds like Titus Andronicus
has the E Street Band as backing players. The storyline
is a touch unclear, but musically, TMLT is a buffet of styles
and deliveries, as “Fired Up”, “Fatal
Flaw”, and “Please” each contain massive
riffs and a slightly light-heated, almost early 80s tone.
Two other highlights are the cover songs; the innocent,
piano-laded “I Had Lost My Mind” by Daniel Johnston
and “A Pair of Brown Eyes” by the Pogues. Both
of the originals were excellent, and to TA’s credit,
they pay loving homage to each, yet also make these songs
truly their own, something that they also do with “Auld
Lang Syne”, or what most of the world knows as the
New Year’s Eve song. I love the “Intermission”
here- a few sections of absolute silence before the band
launches into “Sun Salvation”. The story concludes
with a flurry of unique works including the noisy interlude
of “The Fall”, another piano ballad “No
Future Part V: Endless Dreaming” , seven seconds of
nothing rightfully titled “[seven seconds]”
and the lush closing “A Moral”. This is not
a record to which I would run back to often, but if one
has the time, attention span, and appreciation for the bizarre,
Titus Andronicus has a sterling work on their resume.
It's A Mess!
by
Jim Testa
Love him or hate him (and there's not much room in the
middle,) Patrick Stickles is Titus Andronicus.
Even Pitchfork's fawning 1,600-word review of The Most
Lamentable Tragedy never mentions another band member
by name. So whether or not you love this sprawling, 2-CD
(triple-LP,) 93-minute rock opera will pretty much depend
on how you feel about Stickles.
Undeniably there's a camp that feels the Jersey native represents
his generation's Springsteen (with more integrity and less
commercial crossover,) a blue-collar warrior rising from
the punk-rock underground. Then there's Collapse Board's
Scott Creney, who wrote, "Based on his interviews,
Patrick Skittles seems like the worst combination of egomaniac
& victim. And based on his music, he seems likes the
worst blend of Rancid & Springsteen. Remember kids,
just b/c you are a manic-depressive doesn’t mean you
can’t also be an asshole."
I won't go that far, although I do think Stickles has largely
gotten a free ride on the fact that his songwriting incorporates
the worst aspects of emo (narcissism, relentless self-pity,
and an almost pathological fear of women,) and his mush-mouthed
vocals can be harshly one-dimensional. (I've also seen him
live on several occasions where he was so drunk that he
could barely stand up straight, let alone sing intelligibly.)
But I digress. My problem with The Most Lamentable Tragedy
is that critics (and fans) who praise it never describe
the arduous process of listening to it, which means sitting
still through 29-tracks for well over an hour, eyes glued
to a libretto (excuse me, lyric sheet) because there's no
way the human ear can understand Stickles' garbled delivery.
A full third of the album qualifies as filler, from uninteresting
instrumentals to two tracks of total silence. I
guess that passes for Art with a Capital A in 2015, but
it sure makes listening to this a chore. (What Stickles
really needs, either in his band or at his label, amd clearly
doesn't have, is someone to say, "No, Patrick, that
is a bad idea.")
People tell me there's a thin storyline here somewhere about
a manic/depressive meeting his doppelganger, but good luck
trying to follow the "plot." Like most rock operas,
this is mostly a collection of songs united by a vague theme,
although operatic concepts like an overture, repeating musical
themes, or creating distinct characters clearly aren't in
Stickles' wheelhouse. (So why call it an opera? Because
Green Day did one?)
So what's left? A lot of songs that sound like other Titus
Andronicus songs, obviously, and if you're a fan, those
are the ones you'll want. Even I concede there are a few
keepers here, although I will probably never listen again
to the tracks inflated by Who-like arena-rock bombast, those
purposefully sung painfully out of key, the pointless cover
of "Auld Lang Syne" (as if this thing didn't have
enough filler,) and the rather ridiculous "Come On,
Siobhan," which sounds like Springsteen's Seeger Sessions
Band doing Rancid. I'll also go on the record as saying
10-minute songs by anybody (except maybe Television) are
always a bad idea. And there are two of them here.
I'll pretty much guarantee that The Most Lamentable
Tragedy makes dozens of Best Of 2015 lists at the end
of the year. I'll also guarantee that none of those writers
are listening to this thing from start to finish on a regular
basis. Not unless they have the patience of a saint or the
attention span of a gnat. This is a 69-minute headache with
occasional flashes of brilliance. Enjoy those, by all means,
but let's not pretend this is not a seriously flawed album.
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