2023: The Great, the Solid, and the Give It Up Already
by Benjamin Ray
THE GREAT
WELCOME BACK
THE SOLID
Noel Gallagher's High Flying Birds – Council Skies
In the same year as a remastered version of Oasis’ The Masterplan was released, guitarist/songwriter Noel Gallagher released the latest High Flying Birds project, and the two couldn’t be more different yet are equally appealing. Noel’s songwriting is more chill, imbued with an adult pulse and something approaching maturity. Even Liam grudgingly admitted “Dead To The World” was a beautiful song, though I think the shimmering title track is one of the best songs he’s written in a decade.
Gov’t Mule – Peace Like A River
A twisty road through a Southern state, the second Mule album in three years is better than its predecessors, a jambalaya of musical flavors and workouts that is easy to get lost in. It may drag in spots, but “Dreaming Out Loud,” “Made My Peace” and “After The Storm” is some of the best work Warren Haynes has done in years.
The Hold Steady – The Price Of Progress
Craig Finn has become rock music’s new storyteller and the new Hold Steady continues this tradition, infusing some rather unremarkable songs with a writer’s eye for detail. You feel you know these characters, or at least you’ve enjoyed spending time with them, but you can always relate, and that takes skill. “Flyover Halftime” is thrilling, though, while “Distortions Of Faith” and “Grand Junction” aren’t half bad either at meeting music and lyrics.
Mammoth WVH – Mammoth II
Yes, he’s Eddie’s son, but Wolfgang continues to forge his own path, and there’s almost nothing on this album that recalls the original Van Halen name. Wolf is influenced by the hard rock of the early 2000s (Chevelle, Meshuggah, Alter Bridge, etc.) and plays every instrument on his sophomore album, a feat unto itself. “Optimist” is a great cut, indicative of the artist Wolf is trying to be, while “Miles Above Me” and “Erase Me” have pop smarts snaking around the hard rock. There are tips of the hat to his famous father’s band here and there (the instrumental “Take A Bow,” played on his dad’s old equipment, for example), but Wolf succeeds in being his own man here.
Screaming Females – Desire Pathway
A real indie punk-rock band with a loyal following, five years separated Marissa Paternoster’s projects under this moniker, and it could be the best of the band’s career. Recorded at the same studio as In Utero and Rid Of Me, and the ghosts of that inspiration fuel solid cuts like “Brass Bell” and the raucous “Desert Train.”
Steven Wilson – The Harmony Codex
Based on a short story Wilson wrote, this is a true prog album from one of the truest prog-rockers of the last 25 years. Synthesizers play a dominant role, resulting in an icy, distant album that is beautiful to listen to but difficult to really feel. “What Life Brings,” though, is a great song.
Greta Van Fleet – Starcatcher
The Michigan band’s third album trades heavier in rock mysticism (wizards and archers and Meeting the Master and shit), still inspired by Rush and Zeppelin, but no longer sounding indebted to them. “Meeting The Master” is the first real attempt at a building epic; its flip side is the too-brief hard rock instrumental “Runway Blues.”
Rolling Stones – Hackney Diamonds
I didn’t expect to like this one, but it turned out that losing Charlie Watts (he’s only on two of the 12 songs here) sparked something dormant in Jagger and Richards, and this album is a rip-roaring good time. Less mannered than anything under the Stones name since Steel Wheels, this could be the final album from the guys, and it’s a fine way to go.
GETTING A LITTLE REPETITIVE
Blur – The Ballad of Darren
I had high hopes for Blur’s first proper album since 1999, but it became clear that Damon Albarn saves all his joy for Gorillaz projects. This is a dull, 36-minute affair, where gloom and breakups hang heavy; it’s mature, stately, reflective. Gone is the band of “Parklife,” and in its place are adults who layer slow-moving ballads with strings and fog. Only on a couple occasions does the band display some of its old magic: “St. Charles Square” and its Bowie flavors are a welcome sight, and the self-reflective “Russian Strings” isn’t bad. Fans will claim this is amazing, as fans do, but with a critical eye this one just falls short.
Joe Bonamassa – Blues Deluxe Vol 2
Look, I love Joey B and will defend him to anyone. Dude is one of the pre-eminent blues guitarists of the last 23 years. Because of this, he’s past the point where he can mail in a covers album. Of course, it’s well played, with soul and grit, and relies more on horns than guitar theatrics than his older albums. But like covers albums, it feels like a stall, a way to get product out for a tour or to cover time between originals. It’s a fine album. If you like bluesy hard rock and Memphis horns, you’ll enjoy yourself. I just can’t get excited about it, knowing what Joe is capable of.
Dave Matthews Band – Walk Around The Moon
DMB’s pandemic album is long on grooves and short on excitement or flourish; there’s almost nothing here that gets under your skin or touches your heart. We’re down to the rhythm section and Matthews now (Boyd Tinsley left in 2018 and of course Leroi Moore passed away in 2008), and without those two the songs just sort of sit around, lacking any fire or inspiration. Only “Madman’s Eyes” and “Break Free” are contenders for an updated DMB playlist and are worth checking out; whatever you do, though, skip “After Everything,” the worst DMB song of all time ever. Holy crap.
GIVE IT UP ALREADY
Roger Waters – Dark Side Of The Moon Redux
An absolute shitshow of an album, one that fully besmirches the spirit and sound of the original, erasing every contribution made by David Gilmour, Richard Wright, Nick Mason, Claire Torry and Alan Parsons and turning the classic piece into a dreary spoken-word diary entry, narrated by an egotistical out-of-touch baby boomer. It’s as if the Mona Lisa had been reimagined as a Dilbert comic. And it’s my fourth-favorite Floyd album, so this isn’t fanboy griping. It’s genuinely awful.
U2 – Songs Of Surrender
To pass the time between Songs Of Experience, the Vegas residency and whatever album comes next, U2 decided to re-record 40 of their songs in a stripped-down, acoustic and very adult coffeehouse manner. Only fitfully entertaining or revelatory, the affair is best forgotten in favor of the originals, which have remained classics for a reason. Slowing things to a crawl, mumbling the words, and stripping the songs of any dynamics or passion is not a key to success.