As the Goo Goo Dolls enter their forties, many fans may find themselves starting to look back on what is a long career in the business. Some may rediscover the punk roots of the band on Jed, having originally allowed it to gather dust somewhere in the last twenty years or so. Meanwhile others may well get back into Dizzy Up the Girl having listened exhaustively to Let Love In. Hopefully, every one will find a place for A Boy Named Goo.
The artwork for this record is bizarre, and belies an album that is more formulaic than it is off the wall. But it is also a brilliant album. It seems to sit comfortably between the days when the Goo Goo Dolls were a punk band, afraid to turn down their guitars, and the more focused songwriting and polished production of more recent outings. It is certainly not an earlier version of Let Love In, however.
This is a riff-driven record. The opener, Long Way Down, kicks things off in style, and the guitars don't stop until the abrupt end of Slave Girl forty-odd minutes later. As has become the norm with this band, John Rzeznik's songs are more sober affairs whereas Robby Takac injects that element of fun along with that voice that so divides opinion.
Stand-out tracks are numerous. Takac's first vocal comes on track two, Burnin' Up, a raucous and rocky effort comparable to, say, Tucked Away on Gutterflower. On Track four, Flat Top, John Rzeznik delivers his finest lyrics ever, sticking it to the establishment as he declares a 'tunnel vision war between the cynics and the saints', and informs us that 'there's knowledge wrapped in blankets on the streets.' Truly this is a fantastic protest song that puts the likes of Green Day in the shade, not least because it is delivered over soaring and relentless guitars. On 'Name', we catch perhaps the first glimpse of the 'Iris' Goo Goo Dolls we've come to know. It's a touching reflection of two people afflicted by the tragedy of losing their parents at a young age, 'Now we're grown up orphans that never knew their name/We don't belong to no-one, that's a shame.' For the Goo Goo Dolls' finest ever riff, look no further than Ain't That Unusual, a hidden delight towards the tail of this sublime album.
This no concept album. It did not break new boundaries. But not every album has to do so. Ths album is a triumph because it is simple and effective, maximising the talent of the bands various members. It is a huge disappointment that Let Love In did not too find as much glory in simplicity.
All told, this may just be the finest hour the Goo Goo Dolls ever had. It certainly makes their earlier work seem somehow ill-thought out and rough around the edges, whilst also making Let Love In look a little tame. Any fans of the band's work who don't own A Boy Named Goo should rectify this as soon as possible.