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CD Review – April – 2008
The Black Crowes
Warpaint
Silver Arrow Records
3 out of 5
Anyone who knows my musical taste knows that it pains me to put only three stars at the top of this review. But when you’ve waited for something for seven years and it’s just decent, but not mind-blowing, there’s a huge disappointment factor that can’t help but creep in.
Warpaint is, in fact, the Black Crowes first release of new material in the better part of a decade. During that time, the band broke up, started some great solo projects, got married, got divorced, got the band back together, re-hired some long-departed members and then fired them, then hired an old friend and throughout, released pacifying “lost” recordings, cutting room floor scraps and some truly amazing acoustic material, in the form of Brothers of a Feather.
I guess my thoughts are that after all of that time, they should have put something together that ranked up with their incredible releases Southern Harmony and Musical Companion (1992) and Amorica (1994). And that’s just it, Warpaint is good, but it’s not those albums.
Warpaint would have been a relevant follow-up to those albums, or even their later releases, By Your Side and Lions. But after this long, it seems flat; like a contract filler, not a “we’re back” release.
There’s just nothing spectacular about it … and I listened to the whole thing. For those who missed it, Warpaint got a huge amount of attention after Maxim Magazine ran a review before any press copies were available and slammed the album. When confronted by Crowes management, the boob-alicious mag said it was an “educated guess review.” Regardless of their lack of integrity, their screw-up did help make the album front page news for a few days.
However, the music should have made the album front page news, not the mistake of a wanna-be wanker rag.
Take, for example, the addition of North Miss. axe slinger Luther Dickinson into the Crowes family. Dickinson is heralded for his slide playing, as well he should be, but the Crowes fail to take advantage of this. Dickinson can be heard on some tracks, but it’s muted and in no way is his signature style allowed to shine through. Essentially, he’s a hired gun, and an under-utilized one at that.
All that aside, there are a few very worthy tracks on the album. “Locust Street” feels like something stolen out of the Jayhawks best-of catalog. “Oh Josephine” captures the sound that head Crowe Chris Robinson has often referred to as “Sunday music” — heavily laden with piano soul with a kind of subdued rocking chorus. Finally, the album caps off with “Whoa Mule,” which starts off as an accapella before going into a great campfire-style folk pick. Unfortunately, “Whoa Mule” is the only song where Dickinson’s playing can really be heard, but sadly, again it’s a waste, as he plays on an acoustic resonator guitar.
The Black Crowes were once called “the world’s most rock and roll, rock and roll band,” but these days that tagline falls way short, and what’s worse is that a few of the new wanna-be Black Crowes bands (like Dirty Sweet, or The Buffalo Killers) are producing material that is 10 times more powerful.
It’s easy to arm-chair-quarterback this release, but I think it would have been a lot better had the Crowes finally given a proper release to some of the songs they’ve played live for years, but never put on an album. Songs like “Feathers,” “Title Song,” “Exit” and so on, filled in with a few new tracks, would have been a heralded album. Instead, we’re left with something that just doesn’t hold any water on its own and it makes me really, really miss The New Earth Mud.
– Brian F. Johnson
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