The past few months there has been a lot written about Flowers and Co.’s new cd…quotes of “one of the best cds of the past 20 years” and “There’s nothing that touches this album.” Well, yesterday I cam home to find the new Paste in my mailbox and there is a story about the guys. The first thing that jumped out to me was the picture….Here are the former glam boys all scruffy and western. To be honest, it looked contrived. The article had scenes of Flowers being serenaded at a urinal, epiphanies back stage @ U2 shows and quests to find the essence of Springsteen. I must admit though, at the end of the article I was convinced that The Killers wanted desperately to be more than a flavor of the season band who wrote a perfect pop album @ the perfect time. I was (and still will) gonna give the cd a test drive and see how they did.
Well, seems they were none to successful of you listen to the folks over at Rolling Stone.
All over Sam’s Town, the Killers leave no pompous arena cliche untweaked in their quest to rewrite Born to Run – even though one of the reasons Springsteen’s a genius is that he’s never tried to rewrite Born to Run himself. On Hot Fuss, Flowers got boyish emotion out of his flat Gary Numan voice box, which is how he charmed his way through fantastic anthems like “All These Things That I’ve Done.” But here, he strains for a high register he doesn’t have and ends up with a screech. Yet even a more deft singer couldn’t save bloated epics with I-swear-I’m-not-making-this-up titles like “Bling (Confessions of a King)” and “This River Is Wild.” “My brother, he was born on the Fourth of July”? “I woke on the roadside/In the land of the free ride”? “Enterlude” and “Exitlude” frame the album with a vague hotel/casino theme (“We hope you enjoy your stay” – where are we, the Paradise Theater?), but the concept adds up to nothing except faux-Boss cliches already picked clean by Eighties never-weres from Lone Justice to John Eddie.
The new cd “Sam’s Town” comes out October 3.