Re: Dirty Work - what were they thinking?
Date: September 16, 2006 19:21
Early Spring 1986, and the new Stones album comes out - rock and roll lives again! - in a mid-80's musical landscape littered with the ashes of fallen Rock Gods and the rotting carcasses of the Rock era's dinosaurs the most cartilaginous of the species still stalk the terrain...the Stones are back! The blessed moment has come when hackneyed, innocuous sorts like Phil Collins, and Wham! and Genesis and all their ilk spewing insipid tripe over our faces will be blown away and rendered mute...salvation - in the form of these indestructible life forms called the Stones - is ours at last...and the music begins to roar and I'm hearing the firestorm of guitars and the angry, hateful lyrics spat out in rage and...where' Charlie? The supple, cracking, swinging rhythms that normally undergird the Stones sound and fury have been mutated into a stiff, swerving, echo-laden and angry bang...and Keef's gloriously ragged backup vocals have been replaced by a choir of faceless Elay Quincy Jones backup-vocal hacks, and the guitar solo is Jimmy Page from Zep [why?] and Mick doesn't sing so much as disgorge and retch...and the lyrics are mean and nasty and trite and formless...Fight, Had It With You, Dirty Work...gotta get into a fight, can't get out of it, wanna do it in the broad daylight I'm a truck I'm a suicide, you lazy mother, there's something filthy living in your mouth, find some fcuker find some jerk to do your dirty work, always shouting out instructions, I had it with you...not really lyrics so much as Keef and Mick's internal dialogue...as if they distilled all of their furious squabbles from the last 15 years and put them to song...and where's Charlie? And what the hell are these synths doping all over the place? And Winning Ugly and Back to Zero and Hold Back...and, Christ...what the HELL is this? And where's Charlie? By the time Keef sings Sleep Tonight I'm ready to lie down myself...gotta think this over...guitar attack is vicious and in top form and they're singing ABOUT SOMETHING, which they don't always bother to do, but somehow something is amiss...sounds like impostors have seeded themselves throughout the album...and, well, where the hell is Charlie? Gotta find Charlie...and Mick's old voice...and Bill...is Bill here? And Steve Lillywhite...can you get outta the control room pleeeze...go home...get away from these guys, OK? Gotta find the Stones...put 'em back together in one room and let 'em play...they could save a LOT of these songs...I know they can...guess I'll wake up tomorrow and try again...wish me luck...
Diamond rings, Vaseline, you gave me disease, well, I lost a lot of love over you.