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Velvet
Revolver
Contraband
label: RCA Records
released: 06.08.04
our score: 3.5 out of 5.0
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You
know what this is, right? It’s the result of a stoner conversation
from twelve years ago that actually came about: “You know
what would be cool? Like, if Axl quit Guns N Roses and they replaced
him with Scott Weiland! That would rule.” And then lots
of giggling and being really really hungry.
Well, 2004 and here
we are, it’s magically come to pass, and it’s not
bad but it’s not world-beating either. Slash is still probably
in the top 10 rock guitar players in the world (even though he’s
just basically repeating the same stuff he did in G-N-R), Duff
is still the most underrated funk bass player in the world, Matt
Sorum is just a great powerful drummer, there’s another
guy I don’t know named Dave Kushner who plays guitar, they
are a good tight band that can play everything Scott Weiland throws
at them.
So what does
he throw? Well, here’s the thing. I wasn’t the hugest
fan of Stone Temple Pilots but I always managed to cut them slack
because a) they had Jerry Cantrell, which means they did that
song about his dad being a rooster, which rules so hard on every
single one of my brother’s mixtapes (or wait, was that Alice in Chains? I can never remember since they were both "we're not Nirvana, honestly!" bands... so I guess there's only one reason I loved STP...) b) they were, for
a brief moment, the best pop band in the U.S., because Weiland
is just a great pop songwriter who understands how to sustain
a mood and how to put a couple of cool-ass hooks together to make
a song that you can’t help remembering even if you hate
it, which I often wanted to do because Weiland has written some
of the most godawfully pretentious lyrics of all time. I love
pretentious lyrics, but some of that STP stuff was just plain
stoopid. And yet I remembered the songs anyway, found myself singing
them in my awful voice, and it dawned on me what was going on.
But Weiland doesn’t
want to be a pop guy, he wants to be a ROCKER. Hence the self-loathing,
hence the drugs, hence the legal troubles, hence him breaking
up his band with erratic behavior—because that’s what
a ROCKER would do, right? And hence these songs all trying to
be tough and hard. Weiland’s spitting out F-Bombs and MF-Bombs
right and left, he’s singing how hard his big ROCKER life
is, there are references to bitches and dope and porn and aliens,
it’s all very much “dude I ain’t no pop singer
I’m a ROCKER!!!!” (Kurt Cobain had this syndrome.
It took its toll on him too.)
But see, here’s
the thing: Weiland, surrounded by the three best members of one
of the world’s best rock groups ever, is still writing
great pop songs. Despite all the alienating surreal wordplay
(WTF with “Somebody raped my tapeworm abortion / Come on
motherfuckers and deliver the cow”? or “We’re
all running from the goose, she’s high on cocaine / There’s
a noose swimmin’ between her legs to her brain”?),
he is still writing great pop songs.
“Illegal i Song,”
which makes no sense at all, brings this home with its iconic
riffy chorus: “Just look and you’ll see me / Lying
there / Lying,” which could easily be kickin’ it in
an old self-pitying doo-wop song or Wings album track. “Fall
to Pieces” is a power ballad that even Whitesnake could
love: “I keep a journal of memories / I’m feeling
lonely, I can’t breathe”. And you’ve heard “Slither,”
which just tears up the radio with some klieg-light power chords
and more-Metallica-than-Metallica-has-been-in-a-while crunchy
trickery—are you trying to tell me that’s not just
a great pop song, sung by a great pop singer, in a metal disguise?
Don’t waste your breath, you know I’m right.
I guess I
should talk more about how the band sounds, but they sound great
just like you’d figure. I should also mention how they end
with a kind of Bowie tribute (“Loving the Alien”)
that accidentally sounds like Let’s Active, or how “Dirty
Pretty Thing” sounds almost exactly like “Sucker Train
Blues” except if Sweet played it, but I won’t. And
I know I should either rhapsodize about this or damn it to hell
for its predictability or its lyrical confusion, but I won’t.
I’ll just say that this is a lot better than it has a right
to be, but it’s not by any means “the alien infection,
it’s the coming of Christ”. It’s rock-hard pop
for the grown-up kids and there’s nothing wrong with that.
07-Jul-2004
7:40 PM

If you
liked Contraband...
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| Tracklist:
1.
Suckertrain Blues
2. Do It For The Kids
3. Big Machine
4. Illegal I Song
5. Spectacle
6. Fall To Pieces
7. Headspace
8. Superhuman
9. Set Me Free
10. You Got No Right
11. Slither
12. Dirty Little Thing
13. Loving The Alien
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