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Richard
Ashcroft
Human Conditions
label: Virgin Records
released: 02.25.03
our score: 3.5 out of 5.0
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Richard Ashcroft
was my first encounter with a bona fide rock God. Back in the
ever receding high school years, my devoted clot of friends and
I saved up all our money and drove to Detroit from our small rural
cesshole to catch shows and buy records from bands like The Verve
(Richard Ashcroft's former band), Ride, and Spiritualized. The
remaining funds were invested in short-term, high-yield drug use.
At one Verve show I remember Richard Ashcroft saying something
about being slightly sick. The band proceeded to belt out a blistering
set of their lotus-eating interstellar rock and roll and Richard
Ashcroft sang with dangerous soulfulness, when he wasn't dry heaving
on the stage.
I have followed
his post-Verve outings with much interest, even if my response
has been fairly lackadaisical. Human Conditions, his second
full length, takes a risky stab at orchestral existentialism and
world-weary epic pop balladry. Ashcroft has a sniper's skill for
hitting melody. Both "Buy It In Bottles" and "Science
of Silence" have moments where his voice climbs and falls
in way that almost sounds like rainy day London Motown. The bruisy
beauty of his voice carries many of the tracks, effortlessly cutting
through the flood of strings. But vocal chops alone never carry
a record (see heinous releases by Mariah Carey, Celene Dion, et
al.) and the weaker moments on this album come from well-intentioned
overabundance.
Much about
the production of this record could have benefited from a bit
of restraint. Remember those pictures from grade school of cumulonimbus
clouds, the ones with the scary thunderheads that looked like
precariously piled shaving cream? Well, Human Condition suffers
under an ambitious layering of sounds that many times collapse
under their own weight. "Check the Meaning" with its
faux-improvisational lyrics (lots of yeahs) and its wholly unnecessary
length (eight minutes) comes across as a song constantly outpacing
its abilities. "Lord I've Been Trying" makes the same
mistake during the chorus by heaping strings and guitars on one
another so heavily that the final product is abusively nondescript
and a bad frame for the bluesy pierce of his voice. Many of the
songs start with start with a scope and vision that enthralls
only to reel you off into that drifting zone where you've forgot
that your stereo is on. There's the hook, but not a lot to keep
you sticking around.
Lyrically,
it's hard not to wince over the course of Human Conditions with
grating lines like: "I'm agnostic getting God, but man/She
takes a female form". Right, God is that fine pussy in my
bed. If it didn't sound like it was supposed to profound, it might
be charming in that the world according to Ol' Dirty Bastard kind
of way. To be generous, some of life's simplest, boldest and most
meaningful truths are things said a thousand times and rarely
practiced. What is Proverbs after all, but ancient Jew clichés?
Then there's "Nature is the Law", a chorus without a
song, where Ashcroft repeats the mantra "Nature is the Law"
until its sandblasted into your mind. Does he mean that his girlfriend
should decapitate him after sex and devour his skull? Is he saying
"Baby I can't help myself with all these ho's"? Its
relentless repetition never makes its deeply hidden wisdom any
clearer to me. Bitchiness aside, it's much easier to forgive the
limping lyrics when one considers the fact that Ashcroft is trying
to talk about the sheer hugeness of life, his doubts, his confusion
about God, and his search for a regular's bloke's hope. I can't
fault the effort even if the form sometimes stubs my snotty sensibilities.
I have no
doubts at all that Richard Ashcroft is capable of making a swooning
record of pop gold. In fact, "The Miracle", the records
final track goes a long way toward getting there. Replete with
the sound of the bionic man jumping, it sounds like Ashcroft's
swaggering rewrite of the Box Top's "The Letter". "Buy
It In Bottles" also masters the plaintive, kicking around
the world vibe with a wistful chorus that has a heartbreaking
sway. Human Conditions is riddled with these moments of overwhelming
almost gospel-like soars that make it impossible not to pull some
joy out from underneath his overreach.
For die-hard
fans, Human Conditions contains all the requisite ache
and quake one expect from Ashcroft, wrapped in Phil Spector-inspired
walls of tinny beauty. For everyone else, this album is bound
to leave you enrapt and shrugging, on the verge of being awed,
but ultimately unsatisfied.
16-Apr-2003
7:408 AM

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Tracklist:
1.
Check the Meaning
2. Buy it in Bottles
3. Bright Lights
4. Paradise
5. God in the Numbers
6. Science of Silence
7. Man on a Mission
8. Running Away
9. Lord I've Been Trying
10. Nature is the Law
11. The Miracle (US Bonus Track)
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