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7 of 12 people found the following review helpful:
3.0 out of 5 stars
Same old..., December 30, 2006
3 stars is about the LEAST I can give ANY Pere Ubu release, as there is always good stuff on anything they put out. However, this is probably one of their lesser releases. The screeching, beeping and squeaking synth thing is sounding REALLY old here (sounded "inventive" and unique in 1982, but it's now just annoying) and takes away from what would be a really good song. Dave Thomas is a tremendous talent and can write great music, and even a great pop song. They had a string of absolutely wonderful albums (Cloudland, Worlds in Collision, and Story of My Life. HIGHLY recommended! Check them out.) from the late 80's to the early 90's which was an obvious attemp to "sell out" and attract a wider audience. I guess the "sell out" didn't work and they went back to more of their "out there" sound. It mostly works on Ray Gun Suitcase and Pennsylvania, which are both at least 4 star albums, but it's just somewhat tired and old sounding here. That said, it's better than most of the pablum being put out these days. Highlights (so far) include "Two Girls (one bar)", "Caroleen", "Flames over Nebraska" and "Syth Farm". I also agree with an earlier reviewer in saying that the slower stuff suffers a bit. A better intoduction to Pere Ubu's earlier sound would be "Dub Housing" and then maybe "The Tenement Year", then go forward and get the trio of albums mentioned earlier. It's some of the most wonderful "pop" music you've never heard. I think that it's time they "sell out" again.
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9 of 18 people found the following review helpful:
3.0 out of 5 stars
Not much to say, November 1, 2006
Does this album suck? No.
Is this album awesome? No.
Is the music challenging? Yes.
Is there any reason for Pere Ubu fans to get excited over this release? No.
Is Pere Ubu still a great live act? YESSSSS!
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3 of 9 people found the following review helpful:
3.0 out of 5 stars
A love it/hate it mixed bag., November 30, 2006
If one were to describe the vocals screeched out by David Thomas of the punk band "Pere Ubu," they will probably say that it sounds like a drunken, dying pig. Those not into Ubu's brand of art punk will not find much more use for much of their albums than the latest grindcore death metal record, thinking that it lacks subtleties or an artistic sense of refrain and composition. Yet, it is their loss. As those who dig something a little different will usually find it engraved into these jagged and throttled sonics that affect the listeners' emotions like a whimper of whipped dogs; and when delving deep enough into their catalogue, you will find that some tunes lack the lurching attack of their punk ditties, even sometimes using poppy beat patterns, yet still retaining their cryptic sense of discomfort. Yet, on this album, they make the sound almost crawl, and that may be what turns long time fans off.
On one hand, the first two songs on this record, Two Girls (One Bar) and Babylonian Warehouses, are examples of this band at there fragmented best, encapsulating an isolated sense of decaying images with a disorganized mindset, like that of a fever dream; while Thomas is at the center of it all, delightfully wailing with his distinctive troll, while the music surges through the walls of his signature vocal work, like a sea of broken dreams and shattered fantasies. The third tune, the nearly six-minute trot, Blue Velvet, is where it will begin to group fans into the love it/ hate it circles with its slowed-down bluesy feel. As through this disenchanted contempt for the soulless working man, it demonstrates that when Pere Ubu distills their attack, even if it is still no more mainstream, this steadfast aspect does not correspond to the roots of what brought this Cleveland, Ohio band into the cult spotlight during the 1970's underground punk scene.
Yet, there is still some more here for every old fan to like; the next song, Caroleen, is an incendiary rocker, primed to detonate. This song, with atomic aggression, and stellar side-winding instrumentals, cranks up the dial to get the audience into hyper mode, like a junky in a drug store. Yet once again it moves into a trot with another six minute tune, called "Love Song," and shows that mixing an odd sense of bedazzlement, with trying to sound more "artful" in these six-minute plus low-key songs, rather shatters the quick fix that should be attained.
The album follows this pattern of giving the audience a heartfelt rocker or two, then adds another downer tune. While such songs as the corky and wild Mona, the quick jaunt My Boyfriend's Back, and damn good Texas Overture, mix with the not very filling Stolen Cadillac, and Synth Farm. Though the interplay between guitarist Keith Moline and bassist Michele Temple, is certainly satisfying, especially on the aforementioned Caroleen, the best song on the album, and although the synthesizers by Robery Wheeler, and drummer Steve Mehlman are ample support, the old unit is still wanted, when the music would not seem so manufactured.
When the album stops spinning, "Why I Hate Women" lacks the steady perfections of such past efforts, such as Dub Housing, and Terminal Tower, in this sense that here they seem to somewhat want to be normal, while also trying to be unique; to bad, too, because since a part of them still does not want to sell out to the masses, they come up short in both respects, thus creating something that is rather forgettable.
Grade-- *** (Out of 5)
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