Bad As Me [CD]

Anyone thumbing through Tim Adams revealing interview with Tom Waits in last weeks Observer (23/10/11) should also read the subsequent comments upon it by Waits aficionados who are a particularly articulate bunch. One summarizes his Waits infatuation with the immortal line that "Tom Waits. He's the Dad I never had, the brother who wouldn't play with me, and the sister with the strangely deep voice". You know what he means. Tom Waits is both a one-man history of American music but also a vivid reflection of our lives ribald joys, drunken disasters, tender moments and defeated heartaches. He is a first class honours American maverick and the most genuinely original artist in modern rock music. On "Bad as me" he is back in over powering form and rocking harder than he has done for years. "Anyone who has ever played a piano," Waits has previously stated, "would really like to hear how it sounds when dropped from a 12th-floor window" and on his 17th album he does on occasions make a mighty racket. He is helped in this task by the presence on the album of his wife Kathleen Brennan, guitarist Marc Ribot, Flea from the Red Hot Chilli Peppers and a previous collaborator that other old blues reprobate Keith Richards.

The album starts with "Chicago" a roaring blast of horns and fast chops which sees Waits in fine voice and doing a Casey Jones style "all aboard" chant. He follows it by outdoing Nick Cave in the dirty blues stakes with "Raised Right Man" where Waits exclaims "Heavens to murkatroid/Miners to coal/A good women can make a diamond out of a measly lump of coal". Throughout the album Waits serves up a Royal Variety Performance in terms of styles whether it be on the ghostly rolling "Talking at the same time" which is the nearest Waits has come to delivering a falsetto or the whiskey soaked "Last leaf" destined to soundtrack many deep stares into the bottom of a glass where Richards and Waits draw upon all their vast expertise.

In broad terms "Bad as me" is a very approachable and accessible album and certainly those whose "boats are floated" by the experimentation of "Swordfishrombones" with its mix of German cabaret and free jazz leanings may find it too straightforward. Thus for example "Satisfied" is a great rock stomp and will delight live audiences but were it done by anyone other than Waits it could be seen as derivative. Yet as always with the great man appearances deceive. The pounding almost industrial drums on "Hell broke Luce" reveal a blues sensibility that modern music has lacked since Captain Beefheart popped his clogs and the weird imagery of the swirling title track shows his continued ability to challenge.

It is great to see strong song structures back at the heart of his work and when they come in the form of the brilliant "Face the highway" or the gorgeous `Put me back in the crowd" which has been described by Waits as "Elvis meets Jim Reeves" this should be a cause for unbounded celebration. This feeling will be further confirmed after listening to the irrepressible rockabilly of "Get lost" which is almost pure New Orleans funk and guaranteed to storm any party. Waits as ever obliges by giving you an equally exquisite comedown in the form of the classic heartbreak ballad "Pay me" standing in the fine tradition of lonely laments such as "Nobody knows when I'm gone"

Ultimately "Bad as me" is a fiercely intelligent and savvy album which profitably raids the junkyard of American music. Tom Waits is certainly a magpie but he takes this old base metal and forges something that is indefinably his own. This rare ability is fully recognised by his contemporaries where Elton John has recently hailed Waits as "the Jackson Pollock of song" and Neil Young said of him at Waits induction to the Rock n Roll Hall of Fame that 'I will say that this next man is indescribable and I'm here to describe him... this man is a great singer, actor, magician, spirit guide, changeling and performer for you.' After a seven year silence the return of Tom Waits with the truly excellent "Bad of Me" brings a warm feeling and the knowledge that the world has just become a significantly better place.

i'll start off this (most likely unpopular) review by saying i'm a massive tom waits fan. to put the review in context, my favourite era is the mid-80s trilogy, which i hold up as a high water mark for music in the 80s. i also love his blues albums of the late 70s, the one from the heart album of 1982, and the heart of saturday night. i'm not a huge fan of his later albums (eg since 1987's frank's wild years) with the exceptions of the black rider and alice. i feel his work has faded into regurgitating his favourite themes in ever so slightly different ways, and his work is subject ot the law of diminishing returns. what seemed fresh and vibrant when he first did it seems less so, when you recognise the riff, when you recognise the lyric, when you recognise the format. it's the moment when you notice the card the magician has got hidden up his sleeve.

i would also say that i came to tom waits quite late (probably about a decade ago, and so listened to it in a fairly unordered sequence. therefore, bone machine was about the fourth album i listened to, etc, so i wasn't burned out by then - i just recognised the better writing and invention in the earlier stuff, and the stagnation in the later stuff. i also find he delivers his lyrics better in the older albums. his real strength for me over the years has been his simply wonderful lyrics, and powerful delivery. he has kept the beautiful voice, and in some ways that has got better. eg in the black rider and alice, that voice is so rich and powerful, there really is little in music to compare with it. it's an instrument as much as a voice, and he inhabits his different characters to wonderful effect. that voice is the reason i will always buy his albums. there's no fix like it. but in his later albums, the voice clouds the lyrics. his tunes have regularly been fairly familiar, it's why his work is thought of as representing americana. he has regularly inserted snippets of popular melodies, or appropriated nursery rhymes, sea shanties, etc, and mutated them to his own purpose. and that purpose has been beautiful lyrics. in the latter albums, especially real gone and this one, the voice, especially in the stomps, is just the growl. he disguises the lyrics so you have less chance of catching them, and what you get is largely a growl and a stomp. a lot of the stomps are fairly similar too. for me, that gets boring quick.

now onto this album. it starts well - chicago is a decent intro track, reminiscent in theme and drive to the classic opening track "hang on st christopher", yet not as crisp, not as inventive. then "raised right men". hmm, i thought. that's "walk away". then "talking at the same time". hmm, i thought. that's "dirt in the ground". "get lost" is "kommienezuspadt" with a layer of guitar on top. as mentioned in chris power's amazon review, satisfied is blatantly "big black mariah", and "kiss me" is "blue valentines". i mean really, these are almost the same songs with different lyrics.

there are high points to the album."back in the crowd" is a lovely song, bad as me is fun, if a little tom by numbers. satisfied has a great line up (les on bass, marc ribot on guitar, and tom singing is pretty much a superband right there, and there's fun to be had in keith playing guitar on a belated followup to not getting any satisfaction with the stones!)

ultimately, it's great to hear tom still going for new stuff. my main complaint is there's not enough new stuff on here. tom's fans (of which i'm definitely one) rejoice that he is always looking forward, and not just going around like a lot of artists who started in the 70s, playing nostalgic greatest hits tours. the problem is this feels like a greatest hits album, except he's chosen a load of his more average songs, and then changed the lyrics. i do wonder if because it's tom waits, and his fans are so notedly rabid, that he could release anything and people will come on here and give it 5 stars (and probably give me the thumbs down). i'm a massive fan of the man, but right now i find his interviews and press releases and awards speeches far more entertaining than his music. i don't blame him for it, he's been in this business for 40 years. i have no real expectation that everything he releases should be as good as his best work. when it was put to joseph heller that he had never written anything as good as "catch 22" since, he simply replied "neither has anyone else". i'll always be grateful to tom for his phenomenal body of work, and will always buy his albums whenever he has the good grace to deliver us another slice of tom, but this will be on the shelf a lot more than it's in the player.

having said all that, god bless tom waits. :)

Waiting for the postman to arrive this morning I was almost salivating
(....and not for the reason you might expect. I'm not that kind of Wolf!)
The delivery of Tom Waits' new album 'Bad As Me' safely made I have spent
much of the day absorbed in its extraordinary and wonderful contents. For my
1000th review I wanted something very special to write about and this is it.

"Who Is Tom Waits?" For the most part he has always kept the "real" thing
closely under wraps. A family man, first and foremost but beneath the
spotlight and in the studio he subdivides into a whole cast of colourful
personae, each given flesh and blood through his inimitable voice and
uncanny ability to make his musical narratives burst into vivid life
between our ears. I have followed his recording career for thirty-five years
and the prospect of each new album arriving in the listening world still
fills me with anticipation and excitement every time.

Another question : "What Is Tom Waits?" is somewhat easier to answer. He
has always been and remains one of the most inherently great songwriters
and performers on the planet. This new release is no exception to the rule.

Although the musical language of 'Bad As Me' is familiar (like an old and
valued friend) this is a part of his indefatigable strength and longevity.
Continuity and consistency are the keys to his magic kingdom

The thirteen principal songs on the album (there are another three on the
"deluxe" edition) fall alongside the rest of his back-catalogue comfortably.
Mr Waits is not out to test us here; this collection delivers the essence of
all we have come to know and love about his writing. Gritty blues and rock-
and-roll; heart-wrenching ballads and perfectly-formed snapshots of singular
other characters' lives not his own. (He is a fine actor as well after all).

From the tumultuous run-away train of opening track 'Chicago', to the sublimely
sentimental closing number 'New Year's Eve', it is abundantly clear that we
are in the presence of a master still magnificently in control of his craft.
Where raucous energy is needed we find it aplenty (the frisky duck-and-jive
of 'Get Lost'; the rabble-rousing honking mayhem of 'Bad As Me' and the
blissfully four-to-the-floor strut of 'Satisfied', with its light-hearted
nods and winks to Messrs Jagger and Richards but there are moments of profound
tenderness too (the wry and rare autobiographical reflections of a working
husband and father on 'Pay Me'; 'Kiss Me'; one of his most perfectly realised
love songs and 'Last Leaf', an indescribably touching duet with Keith Richards).

At the emotional core of the album, however, is one of the most obviously
personal statements which Mr Waits has ever nailed to the mast. 'Hell Broke
Luce' is a blistering, nerve-shredding rant against the futility of war.
The hurt and the horror and the human cost are conveyed in language of
uncompromisingly raw power. ("...how is it that the only ones responsible
for making this mess got their sorry a**es stapled to a goddamn desk").
It is a gut-wrenching outpouring of unbridled fury and one of his most
compelling and affecting compositions. World leaders everywhere should hear it!

The economy of the arrangements; crack instrumental ensemble (including stalwart
sidekick guitarist Marc Ribot and son Casey Waits on drums) and the classy
packaging which contains lyrics, full credits and photos by Mr Waits and
Jesse Dylan complete a consummate experience to grace any musical collection.

No ifs - no buts : 'Bad As Me' is The Wolf's album of the year by a mile!

Essential.