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http://www.guardian.co.uk/music/musicblog/2009/feb/17/stone-roses-twentieth-anniversaryThe Guardian said:Why are the Stone Roses adored?
The Manchester band are seemingly immune from criticism. Why? Their songs are bloated and their lead singer has a voice so bad it could strip wallpaper
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The Stone Roses ... their work smelled pungently of bloke
To celebrate its 20th anniversary, The Stone Roses is to be repackaged as a box set. This amazes me, but then the misty-eyed adoration enjoyed by Ian Brown and co has always been baffling. The band's eponymous 1989 debut always seems to make the top 10 best-ever lists. How the hell did that happen?
Perhaps my view is coloured by their live shows, which were like rallies for scallies. To be fair, after they got rid of Cressa (their answer to Bez) they improved. Drummer Reni would play improvised solos that suggested he really loved music, and guitarist John Squire was creditable.
For me, however, their work smelled pungently of bloke. I wrote about my doubts at the time. The hate mail was typically misogynistic, poorly spelled and scribbled ham-fistedly in green crayon, arguing that Ian Brown was a god, and that I was deaf. The Roses were the gang of supposed outsiders that all boys dreamed of joining. It was impossible to criticise them; they didn't have fans, they had disciples. I saw once Ian Brown backstage – he held court with devotees arranged at his feet.
Members of the music press were equally besotted. After one hyperbolic review of their Alexandra Palace "event", a member of Ride wrote an eloquent letter to NME, wondering if he had been at the same gig as the writer. (Unfortunately, he penned this missive on headed notepaper from the record shop he then worked in. They sacked him, so he concentrated on Ride.)
Even in the breeding ground for aggressively marketed mediocrity that was Madchester, the Roses were not universally admired. Tony Wilson once told me his theory that if you gave 1,000 monkeys guitars and Jimi Hendrix songbooks, they'd eventually emerge sounding like the Stone Roses.
If nothing else, the Roses were memorable for Ian Brown's terrible voice, which could strip paint off walls, and, given favourable acoustics, sap a person's spirit until death was a merciful release. Producer John Leckie and engineer Paul Schroeder hid Brown's voice in the mix. Give them medals (and earplugs).
The lyrics were not especially bad, but seemed worse because of the po-faced, pompous insistence by fans and band alike that Brown's mumbled doggerel ("Your big fat lips let go a scream") was eloquent. Or even political. Sorry, you've lost me there as well. See Elizabeth My Dear: "I'll not rest til she's lost her throne!" Well, that didn't work, did it? She's still Queen.
I know I've been swimming against the tide for 20 years, so let's be clear: I Wanna Be Adored, She Bangs the Drums, Waterfall and Don't Stop are all classics.
But (and this is a particularly large one) do we really need 8.12 minutes of I Am the Resurrection? I don't think so. As for Don't Stop; even the most addled, cult-of-Ian-Brown acolyte doesn't need 5.17 minutes of phased guitars and backwards effects. So, the Stone Roses' debut album: fine in the beginning, but it doesn't half drag on.
I used to love the Roses. Absolutely fucking love them. Looking back I don't really see what the mad appeal was. Both albums had some strong moments (the second one far fewer) but their popularity is tough to understand.
Are you all too cool for them?