Sometimes I'm just happier not understanding.

X Japan - Jealousy
Release: July 1, 1991 (Original release)
February 14, 2007 (Special Edition)
Genre: Speed metal
Label: Ki/oon Records
Length: 51:23

Nick's Rating: 3.5/5

I don't like to brag, but I think I have pretty good taste in music. Or, well, I thought I did until I decided it was time to check out X Japan. I guess this is just part of my "listen to things from all around the world" quest, and I'm afraid to trudge into the territory of Vocaloid songs without at least six guides holding my hands, and I don't feel like being a tug-of-war rope. So, a conservative choice (albeit one that would make political conservatives vomit). I got hold of this album, the special edition version with seven bonus tracks (instrumental versions of the vocal numbers from the album), and gave it a listen.

Shockingly, I liked it. I mean, it was good. It was very good. But not good as in "quirky kitsch" like Porcelain and the Tramps, and not good as in "written by a genius lyrical wordsmith" like Sparks, and not necessarily good as in "masterful instrumentalism" like King Crimson, or even good as in "abstract and demanding" like Cynic. It's more the "immaculately-made mid-level speed metal" of any 'good' third generation speed-metal band (discounting thrash, which is a whole new genre in and of itself). Let's not talk about the visual appearance... this music owes endless debt to Budgie and Iron Maiden. There is no escaping this. NO ESCAPE. NO ESCAPE...

Ahem. If you're looking for musical genius, don't start here, by any means. There are a few more genius musical moments than your average KISS record (they're purportedly big fans, or were), but that's not saying much. To be fair, though, the riffs that populate all of the good-ish five songs are worthwhile. However, maybe to make this as close to "quick and painless" as possible, let's go through the things I hate first, then what I'm lukewarm about, then what I actually like. I'm not even gonna try any analysis here; I can't understand a fucking WORD of this, and I could do without looking at the album cover again.

I utterly despise "Voiceless Screaming" and "Say Anything." Sometimes, ballads work. The minimalistic, acoustic-only "Voiceless Screaming" sounds great at first, like it might be kinda like Elvis Costello's "Little Triggers" (This Year's Model is still one of my favorite albums ever.), but it's not. The problem is that vocalist Toshimitsu Deyama (Toshi) over-emotes and sounds really, really whiny here. Taiji Sawada donates a nice arrangement, but otherwise... "Say Anything" has basically the same problem, but worse. It doesn't even have the benefit of a good arrangement. Sad, because Yoshiki Hayashi donates good songs elsewhere.

The instrumentals... well, it all depends on my mood. Two are introductions, one is just kinda weird. I'm talking about "Love Replica," and I'm counting it as instrumental even if it lists lyrics from deceased lead guitarist Hideto "hide" Matsumoto. I don't hear much in that area except a few abstract French statements. It's too long for being a weird pseudo-experimental mostly-electronic track. I guess it's cool, but it's sleep-inducing. Tomoaki Ishizuka (Pata) contributes "White Wind from Mr. Martin ~Pata's Nap~," which is the intro to "Voiceless Screaming." I like it, but it's really just the expected dicking around with an acoustic guitar. Nothing special. Likewise "Es Dur no Piano Sen" (I had to look that one up), though it does have this nice little break toward the end where everything just stops and there's a brief bit of chaos with the piano. That's Yoshiki's first contribution to the album, and it's the intro to "Silent Jealousy."

Speaking of which, I love "Silent Jealousy." I'm not ashamed. It's actually a decent number. I think the piano really makes it a hell of a lot more interesting than just another speedy riff-based song. At seven minutes long, it had better be interesting. It is. From what I've read, there's something from Swan Lake excerpted in that piano break toward the middle, but I couldn't tell you for sure. I just know that it sounds good, and this is where Toshi's strength as a vocalist lies.

Next in line: "Miscast" -- it's a great title, as if I could use one to sum up everything about the band, it would be that. Or maybe "Drain," but that's another review. The soung is even a little heavier than the last one with no regard for instrumental genius. It just rock pretty nicely, which is about all I need from an X Japan song. That's why I still listen to "Desperate Angel." It rocks nicely, even if it really is nothing special.

The real fun of this record is listening to "Stab Me in the Back" while you know what it's about. Hint: It's about being the receiving partner in anal sex. The lyrics were written by someone from outside the band (Hitomi Shiratori, according to Wikipedia), so take that as you will. I've also heard that Yoshiki thinks it's his favorite song (though I could be wrong), so tanke that as you will. You have a good night, now.

Oh, right. The song. It's pretty okay. It's the thrashiest number on here, and like most "thrashiest numbers" on records from thrash's heyday (i.e. pre-Black Album), is not always the funnest thing to listen to, unless you can't get enough of the sounds of heavy traffic (not the film, no). It's well-written and well-performed, but also lacks that technical edge that made Master of Puppets so good. "Damage, Inc." this ain't.

That just leaves "Joker." I don't know what to think of this one. It's kind of... not as good as my other favored songs, but I do like it. It's just kind of hard to remember. Maybe it's the vocals? I feel like I can make more sense of them, and I'm not sure I like that idea. Thankfully, the instrumental versions...

Well, there you go. I was probably a little hard on this record, but I don't consider it godlike. It's not really bad, though, either, just... it's not the first thing I'd take down to listen to if I was going to drive back to Chicago. Though, neither is Ghost in the Machine, which is a long-standing favorite of mine. It's well-performed, but not terribly special in terms of arrangement.

P.S. to any fans who may get prissy about fouling up information, please post a comment to this entry if I've gotten something wrong. I had to look a LOT of shit up on Wikipedia, which tends to have this effect... you get it.

From the other end of the spectrum...

Bruce Cockburn - The Trouble with Normal
Release: Unknown date 1983 (Original release)
Unknown date 1992 (Remastered with bonus tracks)
Genre: Post-punk
Label: True North Records
Length: 42:22

Nick's Rating: 4.5/5

A friend of mine was listening to Barenaked Ladies' cover of "Lovers In a Dangerous Time," which was originally written by this artist (pronounced as "Coburn," so you know). He tried to argue with me that Cockburn was not as good as Barenaked Ladies. If he'd only heard the one song by Cockburn, I could understand that. The new wave sound used for Stealing Fire and a few songs here make the messages hard to take. He'd probably heard more, and I... would still argue his point. It's a matter of personal taste, though. There are a few things about many of Cockburn's 80s records, though, that could do anything but endear prospective listeners to him. A lot of his masterful guitar work is gone, and not much separates these songs from Saga's debut, albeit informed with a little more new wave and post-punk. I like this style, but you might not.

One thing about this style, though, is that absorbing the musical skill doesn't feel like a chore. Sure, these are comparatively subtle in terms of displaying that Cockburn was a musical whiz, but when one confines him/herself to the limits of new wave, where's the room for stretching out? The Cars could have been musical gods to rival Hendrix, Bonham, Wakeman and Levin, but you'd never have known it. Listening to the title track and "Candy Man's Gone," though, you do get the feeling of a musical genius being locked into a self-imposed challenge: "I will make you think just like I did when I was just armed with an acoustic, while I cleave through what sprung from the Maels' worshipers." If you need proof, proceed from here. The instrumentation doesn't change much, but "Hoop Dancer" is blatantly post-punk instead of such a specific definition as new wave. So it's not as dark as Joy Division... there's more to life than darkness, which you'd know if you listened to the damn song. There's still light in this dark place. there's still some beauty in a world made ugly.

The words weave in and out between the virtuoso chaos, just as the virtuoso chaos does with itself. The song wears its Lou Reed inspiration on its sleeve like Emilie Autumn doesn't with her Tori Amos inspiration. It's weird, but it's well worth listening to, just because it sounds cool. Sure, it might drag on a while, but that's kind of the point. It can't all be (what he calls) "fashionable fascism!" Fuck the three-minute rule! Cockburn prefers himself a four-minute rule anyway... that's plenty of time to say something! Plenty of people can't say anything in that time, but Cockburn does it with gusto!

Okay, okay. "Waiting for the Moon" isn't ever gonna be cited as a favorite by me, but it's nice and calm after all that chaos, and after all, there's a lot more chaos to come. A dystopia probably isn't your ideal world (in fact, I'm fairly sure it's not), but while Cockburn gives you one, you kind of want to join him there to watch it all... sink. "Tropic Moon" is kind of also in that new wave/post-punk fusion area, but there isn't much else to say there. It's still a good song, I just can't describe it. It's not really that chaotic, either. I could describe that.

"Going Up Against Chaos," though, is chaotic indeed, and it's just weird. It has to be heard to be really described. There's more order to it than a lot of songs here, but that middle eight will continue to screw with your mind for a while (The closest I can come to describing it is a piano falling down the stairs... then the stairs falling on the piano.). It's probably my favorite song, because there aren't many things like it, much as some would like to say otherwise. I think it's because of the (electric) piano sounds, because that instrument's rarer than it should be in the genre. "Put Our Hearts Together" is pretty much exactly what you'd expect, albeit more angry and political. This must be why Wikipedia marks it as pop rock. There's not a lot of pop about much of the rest of this, you know.

The last two songs are not the best but are both okay. "Civilization and Its Discontents" its like a shorter, more staccato-based version of "Hoop Dancer," but with less of a spoken-word base than the aforementioned. At least, during the verses. The chorus, oddly, takes a sudden change. In fact, the song doesn't know what it wants to be, like it's nervous... very nervous. Talking Heads' "Life During Wartime" was probably the most paranoid song I'd heard until I put this one on. It's not directly paranoid, really, but at the same time... aw, fuck, I don't know. However, the best part is definitely that ending when it starts slowing down a lot. Very cool and irregular. The closer "Planet of the Clowns" reminds me of "Waiting for the Moon," so... you know what I think already of that. Kind of a boring way to end the album, but at least it makes it feel less chokingly hopeless... and I guess the line about waves rolling on the beach sounding like a squadron of F-16s is pretty damn vivid.

To be honest, I haven't got much to say about this. No pop culture jokes. No real jabs at anyone, no smarmy nicknames, no I'm-so-clever secret dick jokes... it's too good of an album for that. It manages to be beautiful without being a drag. It presents its views in a not-too-brutal way, and it's actually fun to listen to. Unlike all those Genesis pop albums, you get the feeling that Cockburn is a good songwriter with real musical skill from this disc. My only real regret here is that I couldn't find the newer CD with bonuses anywhere, which is what I get for living in Ugly America.

Okay, I guess a few snide remarks couldn't be avoided.

I'm glad I was lucky enough to find it on vinyl a few years ago. These days, you can't find anything on vinyl in listenable condition without shelling out the kind of money you usually reserve for diamond-encrusted Ferraris. Well... you get the picture. Vinyl is fucking expensive these days.

The ultimate proof that I have to stop trusting people on the internets.

Porcelain and the Tramps - s/t (EP)
Release: Unknown time 2010
Genre: Industrial Rock
Label: N/A
Length: 36:54

Rating: 3/5

Something I've covered before is how the world currently seems to be locked in endless 90s nostalgia in the past few years. It manifests itself in the eruption of praise you might witness being spewed from every critic's mouth about records like Stone Temple Pilots (not a bad album, really, but quite visibly backwards-looking, and can you name anything they did after 1995-ish?), Backspacer, Chinese Democracy, and Opheliac (which owes debt to Nine Inch Nails like you wouldn't believe). Unsuprisingly, several bands are interested in feeding into this as a means of getting a larger audience. Among these are groups like Shinedown, Tantric, and Godsmack, who polish their nu-metal sound with blatant grunge love, occasionally adding a pseudo-spiritual element (which is something that a lot of grunge bands didn't seem to care about).

Meanwhile, there are... other bands, like this, who don't give a shit about spirituality, or newer sounds. In short, the sound of Porcelain and the Tramps' eponymous EP (which is not an official release, and exists only as a fan-made EP of MP3s gathered from bandleader Alaina Beaton's MySpace site for the group.) is the 1990s all over again. Marilyn Manson and Nine Inch Nails-inspired hard pop rock where it's pretty okay, and almost cool, to drop the F-bomb. Alaina uses it like she's trying out to be the female Penn Jillette for an episode of Bullshit!, except that she can't wail with his level of vengeful conviction. She tries at times, but rarely does it ever even show up, let alone seem like she's any good at it, let alone that she ever seems to have a reason for it, except to be nineties.

Okay, I'm a nineties guy. I like Rammstein, so there's a few points there. However, most of the rest of my nineties' culture favorites are Magic: The Gathering, the Nintendo 64, grunge music, Mr. Show, and EarthBound. I'm cool with Nine Inch Nails and Marilyn Manson. However, with few exceptions, I don't buy the whole "you swear, you're cool" thing. "Cool" was Contract From Below into a Yawgmoth's Will. I played Magic with my brother where we faked ante, so this was possible. This also won't make any sense to anyone ever. In short, I was a mild-mannered nerd with a modestly clean mouth and who was fed his revolutions by The Man. (Hilarious, by the way, how every revolutionary class of music was claimed by The Man in the end, isn't it?) As a result, in terms of nineties nostalgia, this doesn't thrill me. Nor does it thrill me as an industrial fan; inspired by inspired by inspired by industrial really isn't very industrial at all. Call it scathingly rough-cut, deeply skew versions of Some Great Reward-era Depeche Mode.

That's a good point to bring up, though. The album is nothing if not catchy and kind of kitschy in its half-nostalgic posturing. The subject du jour, unsurprisingly, is sex... which seems out of place when sung by a creepy girl in a gas mask, but that's beside the point. I guess anything can be sexy, and we live in an era of Lady Gaga and Bayonetta and a lot of other weird shit that some people find sexy. Can't "raving psycho bitch" be a class of moe, too? If Vocaloid fandom is any indication, yes it can. Why all these references? I was submitted this item by people who would be able to feign understanding of this same shit. (No, I don't even think I understand it.)

In brief, the matter is this: there is no inspiration here from a lyrical stance besides the trademark "Nineties Guy" scowl and a desire to get laid. It sounds heinous, but it does include a few good songs, as do most concepts that sound bad. Ignore the lyrics; they're trite shit. The arrangements are well-enough-done that you can ignore that those are pretty much worthless, too. They're your basic alternative arrangements but more industrial-rocky. "I Feel Perfect" is probably my favorite, reminding me of "Closer" meets "Mama" (the Genesis song). "Redlight District" was exposed to me by a fan of Pandora Hearts, so I can't stop associating it with a character from that series. Surprisingly, that makes it more amusing. It's so hard to read, though; is it an indictment of the sex-crazed world we live in, or is it a serious, blatant come-on? One last: "My Leftovers" is probably one of the heaviest songs on the album (except maybe "I'm Your Favorite Drug"), which makes it kidn of endearing, proving that, with the right volume and mix, nothing matters in rock except the ROCKING.

Okay, I lied about that "one last" thing, as I have to give credit to one more song. "Fuck Like a Star," the third track on the EP, is oddly cute, perhaps due to its über-vulgar title and lyrics. It's definitely not the arrangement; musically speaking, it's basically just kind of a cheesy pop song, machine music that most people could come up with. It could just be the opening, a joke on censorship and what you can get away with. It's a profanity-laden rant by Alaina, heavily filtered, with all of the words that are directly banned from broadcast blanked out. It's incredibly foul and sounds like the worst of hip-hop misogyny (Alaina DID start her career as a rapper), but it could probably be broadcast... and it makes the ending "Ahahahaha... OOPS!" of the song that much sillier. All in all, it's kind of cute, but largely pointless. At once, I want this to become big and to actually see Alaina release an album already, but at the same time... it's nothing special. No-one woudl be caught dead singing these songs unless they were shit-faced fucking drunk.

Footnote: Alaina now records as just Porcelain. This EP is, again, not commercially available, and it consisted of the following songs: "King of the World," "My Leftovers," "Fuck Like a Star," "You Want," "Sugar Cube," "The Preyingmantis," "Transparent," "I Feel Perfect," "I'm Your Favorite Drug," and "Redlight District." There was no cover for this.