This track is somewhat a return to the “Whatever Happened to My Rock and Roll (Punk Song)” vibe that originally attracted us to BRMC in 2001. They’ve gone through a few permutations since then, including a bluesy acoustic phase, which is represented by the title track, the video for which you can watch below…
MP3: Black Rebel Motorcycle Club – “Whatever Happened to My Rock and Roll (Punk Song)” (live) from Live (2CD+2DVD), out now on Vagrant.
BRMC offers up a live version of their best song. Sometimes I wonder why they never got bigger. How can anybody not like this?
Black leather, crazy hair, a deep affection for the Jesus & Mary Chain and the various bands in their wake…what’s not to love? Hop on baby, let’s go!
BRMC’s fourth album is a tasty soundtrack to the Hells Angels’ bon fire stomp that found Hunter S. Thompson hiding in the trunk of his car wigged out on mescaline and praying for daylight. Chugging basslines and riffing guitars wind around through the darkened corners occasionally aglow with the jumping flames only to show bikers and mamas fucking in the bushes. Dig it.
We get a lot of junk in the GLONO PO Box, but we don’t receive much personal correspondence. People send email now, not letters. That’s why this envelope caught our eye. It’s addressed to us, but it’s ultimately meant to be read by the guys in Black Rebel Motorcycle Club. We’re happy to do our part to help Haruka get her message out to her favorite band.
Dear Glorious Noise
I want to send this letter to BRMC.
I’m a fan of BRMC.
I looked for their address very hard,
but could not find it.
I wish they read this letter.
You very busy, I’m sorry to trouble you.
“The saddest thing in life is wasted talent.” – A Bronx Tale
Black Rebel Motorcycle Club’s debut, B.R.M.C, was tantalizing. The thick reverb and dreamy vocals lent the otherwise typical garage rock a shoegaze quality. The songs were dark and haunting. Tomorrow held lots of promise for these fellas.
So it’s a surprise that their latest album, Take Them On, On Your Own, leaves a sour taste. The idea behind the album isn’t bad on paper—a record of twelve songs that sound like “Whatever Happened to My Rock N’ Roll (Punk Song),” one of BRMC’s best tracks. And it’s not really bad in its execution—the performances and production are good, for sure. The guitars are crisp, the drums pound and the bass thunders like on every great rock album [I thought it was the drums that do the thundering – ed.]. So why is Take Them On, On Your Own such a letdown? The songs. Forget the fact that the band have abandoned the droning bass lines and dreamy vocals of their debut in favor of more generic leather-jacket rock; the most disappointing thing about this album is that all of the power chords, tough-guy leads and call-to-action vocals are completely put to waste in songs that just aren’t that special. The songs here go through the motions, but none do enough to come off as memorable. They’re excellent in their ability to go unnoticed—nothing on this album jumps out. “And I’m Aching” changes pace and veers into typical ballad mode, dropping the tough guy act for the first time in BRMC’s short-lived career and comes away sounding like a Dashboard Confessional demo.
When BRMC was released, people took notice because during the boom of nu-garage bands that were all the supposed “next best thing,” Black Rebel Motorcycle Club actually sounded as if they could pull away from the pack. Now, they’ve resorted to the type of shite that has made their less accomplished peers substantially more profitable. I’d like to believe BRMC didn’t do it for the money—that the rock god act (although a bit overdone) was genuine, but I’m not sure. Either way, Take Them On, On Your Own is worse than bad. At least bad music gets a rise out of me—this album leaves me nothing to think about other then how hungry I am.