EELSSouljackerCD, Dreamworks |
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| This record has it all. I mean it. It rocks at times, it is pure pop-emotionality at others. It is funny, weird, philosophical and sometimes even bordering on genius. Noiserock mixes with analog-studio-wizardry while fine songwriting adds the beautiful spots and some digital trickery adds the well-places scratches and dents. This incarnation of the Eels walks all ways at once without treading worn-out-paths. It is very much like the joy you find in small things, a nice moment full of laughter and joy, an old stamp-collection of your childhood or the way something smelled oh so good from some years ago. How did that saying in the old TV-shows go? “I guess there is a little something for all of us in here.” | |
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“Souljacker”
is easily one of the best albums of this year. Every song, and I really do
mean it, every song will stick to your memory after a while, but you will
still be able to hear new things, new harmonies and structures or just plain
sounds, that you haven’t heard before with every repeated listening. This
combination makes for a great album in any case, but there are two more
things that I especially like: the nice weirdness and the humour connected
to it. Some
things which are weird are nice, others are stupid, some are just sick.
Everyone draws the lines a little different, I know that, but everyone knows
that E, the main man behind the Eels, is a weird guy. But he is very well
aware of his image or his character, whatever you prefer, and his way to
cope with the fact, that people think he is weird, is to make ironic fun of
it. So he pronounces his “strange man from the woods”-picture, dons a
Unabomberjacket and –beard and buts the Logo of “Souljacker” over a
“most-wanted-xerox”-picture of himself while kidnapping a poodle. Also,
if you remember the cover of the first album “beautiful freak” or just
its title alone, that is enough hinting at his constitution. The humour goes
on in the way the album cover imitates a 50ies-record-cover all with hints
at how to play and protect your disc, exhausting liner-notes and the same
overall design. Which doesn’t fit the music at all, but what the heck.
Obviously, if you live in the woods with a butler and a small John
Deere-trecker, that is all not so important. That is nice weird, not sick,
not stupid, not at all blunt, but very thoughtful, emotional and creative.
It is like the later parts of the Preacher-Comic or a Coen-Bros-movie. I
mean, I have seen the Big Lebowski about fifty times now and I still don’t
get bored with it. And I have listened to “Souljacker” at least fifty
times in the last two weeks and I still don’t get bored with it. The
avoidance of boredom seems to be one of the main motivations behind nearly
everything people do nowadays. Some even got to work because they want
something to do (not me, no sir. I go to work to earn money, so I have the
means to do something and not be bored.) What
would a strange guy like E do? Write songs, obviously, but he wouldn’t
want to be alone in the studio while recording, so usually E invites some
people who help him to various amounts with songs, production and so on.
This time around, John Parish was the second main man with the Eels and
these two, with a slew of other guests, managed to produce twelve beautiful
song-pearls. The move between noise-outbreaks that start the record like
“Dog faced boy”, move on to Americana or alt-country-territory with
“Woman driving, man sleeping” until they hit pure pop-terrain with
“Friendly Ghost”. In-between “Souljacker” will rock you the way
indie-rock hasn’t rocked you in a long time. They also explore a few
side-roads and even unexplored areas. Your duty now would be to follow them
to wherever they might lead you. Do you remember those great records by the
Flaming Lips or Guided by Voices from some years ago? Basically, you could
call this to be made in the same vein, but don’t forget that no
comparisons ever really fit. Okay, some do, especially in music with all
those bandwagon-jumpers, but nobody could ever jump this here wagon, because
it is too far off and its tracks are too winding. |
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11/2001