Going a bit 'rockier' with today's BLOGTOBER 2009 music review. Columbus Day only counts as a holiday for banks and government workers, so I'm here toiling away at trying to describe what's to like about The Raveonettes latest, In and Out of Control.
I guess the first question to ask is, "which parts of this album are in control, and which are out of it?"
Short answer, it's all well under control, in a somewhat fuzztoned, hook-filled way, there's not a whole lot 'out' of control on this.
Above, Last Dance, their first single from this album, it's suitably raved up for your listening pleasure. I think this song is merely joyous, rather than a posed sort of postmodern ironically 'joyous' song (unlike the video which is very much self consciously 'faux' joyous).
There's a whole lot of wall of sound action on this album, basically a slightly twee version of early Jesus and Mary Chain is the association that comes to my mind, but your mileage may vary.
Despite the light touch, they do tackle serious subjects, Boys Who Rape (Should All Be Destroyed) is a simple little anthem about dealing with rape. It's catchy, and it's got a beat you can dance to, which is kind of odd considering it's a song about rape.
If a bouncy song about rape isn't your style, howabout a bouncy little tune about Suicide? Suicide is another catchy song, this one is about not committing suicide, so its bounciness is sort of appropriate. Some nice fuzzy surf guitar action in this song keeps it moving along.
D.r.u.g.s. is another bouncy ditty, but this time it's about dee arr gee you esss. It's not a pro-drug song, it's more or less about addiction, but mostly it's about a tight little groove with some barely there vocals whispered over the top.
If you like your vocals barely there, your guitars fuzzy, your hooks catchy, and your lyrics simple, this is your band.
No new ground for them, they do what they do, and they do it well, it's appealing on many levels, even while being a bit forgettable.
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