The Pink Spiders, Teenage Graffiti
Well, amusingly, my “review” of the Pink Spiders record got linked by a couple of people just as I decided to remove it to work on it a bit. And now, I’m not so sure what I want to say about the record.
It is the overproduced, super-slick release that we all figured we’d get when the names Geffen and Ocasek were first bounced around. This isn’t a record for fans of indie or punk rock. It’s a record for TRL-goers. It’s just a bit frustrating to me because I hear what I think could be great pop instincts but they usually get smothered in rock ‘n’ roll posturing and way, way too many words.
I guess that’s what the kids like these days. It’s probably what I’d have liked when I was 15. In my original write-up, I said:
In fact, everything sounds like it sprang fully formed from the brain of a 15-year-old. If I had been able to realize the band I dreamed about being in when I was 15, it would sound exactly like The Pink Spiders.
I’d qualify that to make sure indie rock fans didn’t pick up the record thinking it was some sort of nostalgic trip, but I don’t think I have to. The Pink Spiders have done a pretty good job of warning off indie fans: the songs about Hollywood, the guitar “licks”, all the damn pink.
But I socialize in a community where people observe an 11th commandment of “Thou shalt not speak ill of Nashville bands that have a shot commercially.” Can’t we be friends with Matt, Bob and Jon while thinking their music isn’t great? Do I really have to go out to good shows and hear drunks extol me to “give it up” for the Spiders?
Maybe there wouldn’t be so many “haters” if we weren’t all being cajoled into being “lovers.”