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28 of 28 people found the following review helpful:
5.0 out of 5 stars
An absolute rock 'n' roll masterpiece!, April 15, 2002
In 1992, I was the pop music editor at a Southern California newspaper when I received a promotional cassette of "New Miserable Experience." That night I popped the tape into my stereo and listened in awe as the glorious opening strains of "Lost Horizons" pealed from the speakers. With its bittersweet lyrics about hard drinking and misspent youth, "Lost Horizons" raged like some woebegone Irish shanty. To wit: "I'll drink enough of anything to make this world look new again ... I'm drunk, drunk, drunk in the gardens and the graves ..."And I remember thinking that these weren't the trivial musings of some spoiled rock star. No, this was honest-to-God poetry composed by a genuinely tortured soul. "New Miserable Experience" devastated me so completely, I phoned my girlfriend Kathy and commanded her to come to my place IMMEDIATELY. That night we cruised the Sunset Strip with the tape blasting from the stereo. We talked about the record, and how we knew that whoever wrote the songs wasn't faking his pain. The Gin Blossoms articulated the doubt and uncertainty Kathy and I felt about our own lives, our own futures. The album became the soundtrack to our brief but unforgettable fling. It's been nearly 10 years since that memorable drive and "New Miserable Experience" now strikes me as both an unsung masterpiece and a symbol of pop music's bygone glory. The album is part of a '90s musical explosion that spawned acclaimed recordings by Nirvana, Massive Attack, Jeff Buckley, Tool, Alice In Chains, Red Hot Chili Peppers, Dr. Dre, The Black Crowes, Soundgarden, Sarah McLachlan, Pearl Jam, Tupac, Stone Temple Pilots, The Offspring, Billy Joe Shaver, Counting Crows, Rosanne Cash, Sting, The Devlins and others. For some inexplicable reason, established acts and new artists alike had plugged into the same electric muse, and life seemed so much better for it. Though most of the records from that era have retained their mystique and complexity, "New Miserable Experience" ranks among the heaviest. If you're a misfit, outcast or just an exceptionally sensitive human being, then you MUST experience this album. If you're a party animal seeking the musical equivalent of a Schwartzenegger movie, then "New Miserable Experience" probably isn't for you. Its subtle charms and vulnerable lyricism will soar over your head like a cruise missile. NME's success is due largely to the Blossoms' star-crossed resident genius, the late guitarist-songwriter Douglas Hopkins. By the time the band recorded "New Miserable Experience," Hopkins was already in the grip of a crushing, alcohol-aggravated depression. Endearingly honest and self-effacing, "New Miserable Experience" chronicles Hopkins' descent into a booze-induced hell. Don't let the Blossoms' choirboy vocals, glimmering country-rock guitars and hummable pop melodies deceive you. As its title suggests, "New Miserable Experience" is veritably saturated in luxuriant sadness. Indeed, as other reviewers have suggested, listening to this record could bring you face-to-face with your own slumbering demons. Consider the review submitted by John J. Ronald of Texas. As a painfully shy young adult with substance abuse problems, he listened to this record "religiously." Having since matured into responsible adulthood, Ronald now views "New Miserable Experience" as almost unbearably sad. His review bears testament to the emotional depth of this record. In a modern rock 'n' roll world where blowhards like Korn and Linkin Park are considered standard-bearers, "New Miserable Experience" decimates listeners without once resorting to vocal histrionics or guitar overkill. Just powerful performances and earnest lyricism. Where I come from, that's called "soul." Considering the piteous current state of popular music, NME's soulfulness now inspires wistful sadness. Mergers and consolidation have resulted in a profiteering music industry trafficking lowest-common-denominator pop. Sadder still, many of my '90s musical heroes are dead including Kurt Cobain, Jeff Buckley, Tupac, Eddie Shaver and the Blossoms' own Doug Hopkins. Did these troubled artists take the last vestiges of rock 'n' roll emotionalism to their graves? Though that question remains to be answered, one thing seems certain to me: "New Miserable Experience" ranks as one of the finest rock albums EVER, and I defy anyone to cite another record that's more honest, passionate or brutally introspective. Lest anyone accuse me of mincing words, consider this: I'm a freelance music writer and critic by trade. The thought of writing a record review without being compensated is downright repulsive to me. "New Miserable Experience" is so pure, so beautiful, so transcendently profound, I simply had to pay my respects here. Rest in peace Doug, you beautiful drunken angel. And goodnight Kathy, wherever you are. God, I miss you ...
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