Holy crap… I just became my parents.
Every generation believes they have discovered the concept of music; that nobody before them or after them understands music like they do. They find songs full of anger or angst or burning, passionate love unlike anything else ever experienced before. They find lyrical poets who express sentiments more profoundly than any other human in the history of mankind. They go to their room, then they play those lyrical poets with the volume cranked up to 11, to fully embrace the sonic majesty of their new-found love…
So they grumble and groan and turn the speakers down, muttering that their parents “just don’t understand” and that they would NEVER do something like that to their kids.
But someday down the road, years in the future, they will turn on a radio station or listen to a CD that kids are in love with and say, “What the hell is this? This isn’t music! This is crap!”
Today, for me, the cycle has begun again.
To be fair, I knew fuck-all about the Deftones before I heard their latest album, Diamond Eyes. I thought, based on the name, that they were some sort of jazzy, neo-swing band of some sort. It turns out they are actually a rock band. Well, they’re a band of individuals who bang on their instruments and yell really loudly. So if that makes them a “rock band” to kids these days, well, who am I to argue? All I know is, when I put their music onto my new-fangled smartyphone and played their mp-whatzits, all I heard was some really angry-sounding guy shouting in my ear.
I wish I could tell you about their deep lyrics, but I couldn’t make out a word they said. I tried doing that Googly thing on the Interwebs to find the words to the song, but I guess my router couldn’t IP my DNS to my baud rate or something. And I’d talk about their varied melodies and intricate musical styling, but I couldn’t tell any of the songs apart. For all I know, they just played the same three songs over and over again.
Their tracks have titles like “Rocket Skates” and “Beauty School” and “Sextape.” All I know is that they’re no “Rocket Man” or “Beauty School Dropout” or “Sex Type Thing” from back in the day. THOSE were songs, my friend. You could hear the harmonies, you could tell what they were singing about, and you didn’t have people thrashing their heads around, banging on stuff. You went to a show, you paid your $5, and you were surrounded by polite folks who wanted to hear good, decent music too.
I’m sure you kids will love this crap. I’m sure you’ll think every song was written just for you, and that the song writer gets you, deep down in your soul like nobody else does. Me, I’ll go for something intelligible and meaningful… like Bob Dylan singing about Rainy Day Women… but just #12 and 35.
Song you should pay $1 for iTunes, rather than downloading for free: Wait. You can pay a dollar and get a song? Really? You don’t have to buy the vinyl?
Rating: 2 Gramophones.