For me the Breeders are an act
cursed by their contemporaries. Formed by Kim Deal of The Pixies, their most successful
era saw them open for Nirvana and become darlings of what was then known as the
alternative scene. This was also, it should be noted, the time when “Alternative”
implied some form of avant reaction against the mainstream, and not chick folk
for chick folk people.
In many ways this is my problem
with them. That period in indie/ alternative has contained some really fascinating,
important, challenging music; music that revolutionized what it meant to write
music. And a lot of it is really hard to listen to. Don’t get me wrong;
compared to acts like Husker Du and The Minutemen, The Pixies were a study in
making crazy music palatable for sane people. Their combination of the lessons
of the 80s indie scene with song structure and pop hooks has ensured their
place in history, and my record collection. On the other hand there are some
really hard edges and intentionally grating sonic choices, and as much as The Pixies
captured a lot of the energy of punk they do have some slower songs that, well,
bore me. None of them are on Surfer Rosa, which is perfect in every way, and I
WILL FIGHT YOU, but yeah.
It is much worse for Nirvana. I
have talked previously on this blog about how I hate musical sludge, and
Nirvana being something of a fusion of punk and underground metal in an 80s
indie rock context, has it in boatloads. To their credit they balance it with
shining melodies and pop hooks in a way that creates a wonderful framework, a
kind of gothic cathedral of poorly tuned bass decorations hanging depressingly
from a noble, vaulting framework. They are not responsible for the fact that
their disciples kept the sludge, lost the punk hooks, and forgot about technical
merit. Nonetheless I rarely turn to Nirvana for fun time listening, saving them
instead for moments of more careful, challenging sonic exploration.
Having an album by someone who is
not just a contemporary of these acts but a band member is not a great way to
make me come running. To make it worse, most people’s reaction to The Breeders
is some variation of “oh yeah, they’re good too.” So I am not running to The
Breeders as fun music, and when I am in a serious music mood I tend to go to
the stuff that is more widely recognized. The thing that really saves this
album from total obscurity in my record collection is that it is brightly
colored, and I have just enough ADD for that to matter. So it is that every
couple of months I get into a Serious Music Mood, forget who The Breeders are, and
get taken in by the album art. The result is always complete and total
enthusiasm.
Its not that The Breeders are without musical sludge, nor are they free of the influence of their times/ outside bands. Indeed the first track, New Year, is kind of a wonderful example of what you get when you combine influences from The Pixies and Nirvana. When Cannonball’s intro starts you think you are in for more of the same- until the bass comes in. That iconic, absurdly simple, slide from the first to the sixth frets on the A string was freaking ubiquitous in 1993, but in retrospect it was way before its time. Some tonal elements foretold Alternative’s slide into one-hit-wonditry and chick folk mediocrity, but the song itself sounds absurdly modern. The subsequent songs on the album can only be described as the foundation of the 90s indie scene. Songs like No Aloha and Divine Hammer foretell the mad energy and musical craftsmanship that, in my oh-so-humble opinion characterizes what works about modern indie rock.
So yeah, give The Breeders a try. I think they get too lost in the shadows of their contemporaries, whom they surpassed in many ways. The bright side of this is that their cds are usually pretty cheap. Good times.
Its not that The Breeders are without musical sludge, nor are they free of the influence of their times/ outside bands. Indeed the first track, New Year, is kind of a wonderful example of what you get when you combine influences from The Pixies and Nirvana. When Cannonball’s intro starts you think you are in for more of the same- until the bass comes in. That iconic, absurdly simple, slide from the first to the sixth frets on the A string was freaking ubiquitous in 1993, but in retrospect it was way before its time. Some tonal elements foretold Alternative’s slide into one-hit-wonditry and chick folk mediocrity, but the song itself sounds absurdly modern. The subsequent songs on the album can only be described as the foundation of the 90s indie scene. Songs like No Aloha and Divine Hammer foretell the mad energy and musical craftsmanship that, in my oh-so-humble opinion characterizes what works about modern indie rock.
So yeah, give The Breeders a try. I think they get too lost in the shadows of their contemporaries, whom they surpassed in many ways. The bright side of this is that their cds are usually pretty cheap. Good times.