Frosting on the Beater is an example of guitar-pop at its finest, The Posies finding themselves alongside such acts as Buffalo Tom, Jellyfish, Scud Mountain Boys, Sugar, Teenage Fanclub & Velvet Crush as a classic jangly-guitar band, both post-Beatles/Big Star & post-Husker Du/Replacements. Crudely labelled grunge, as they stemmed from Seattle, they found themselves signed to Geffen (home to Hole, Nirvana & Sonic Youth)- though FOTB really seems to be looked over then and especially after. This is the album Lemonheads only really half delivered, 48-minutes of dark melodic pop bliss that ranks up there with other similar cult joys as Sloan and Matthew Sweet.
Don Fleming (Bandwagonesque, Sweet Oblivion)is the ideal producer, capturing the band in tight, melodic glory- this is really where a band like Ride should have gone, rather than the retro path they chose instead. Every track is a classic, from the pulsing opener Dream All Day to single Solar Sister & Flavor of the Month (which amusingly was not only a great pop single, but nodded to the fashionable music scene they were a part of). Like heroes Big Star (whom Auer & Stringfellow would join when Chilton & Stephens decided to reform Big Star in the 90s), there is a dark side to the perfect guitar-pop- recalling Radio City and such records as Sixteen Blue (The Replacements), Games (Husker Du) & What She Said (The Smiths). It's sad that bands like Weezer get cited over this lot- as too the silly EMO-scene- Jimmy Eat World are basically a tribute band to this neglected one! Love Letter Boxes nods to the dark stuff, while Definite Door, Burn & Shine & 20 Questions have the same sonic allure as the rejuvinated Neil Young (from Eldorado to Arc Weld).
The latter stages of the album shift into bleak mode, Lights Out sounds like a collision between the late Elliott Smith (Either/Or) & The Fall (This Nation's Saving Grace). While How Sge Lied By Living opens with a pulsing riff worthy of Screaming Trees, it's refrain classic skinny whiteindiekid blues, we all live in a post-Morrissey world: "don't tell me, don't tell me, don't tell me your love life..."- the guitars go into overload, setting the tone for the closing anthem Coming Right Along. This is the calm after the storm, the Take Care of the 90s- a minimal track from a bruised plain of existence, auto-suggestion suggesting a way out from the usual problems of addictio, heartbreak, or whatever: "Fill the daytime with indifference...shuffle alone against the darkness...and please be strong- you don't know it, but you're coming right along..."- again, easily up there with anything by Elliott Smith!
Frosting on the Beater is one of the key rock albums of the 1990s, easily ranking alongside such releases as Copper Blue, Everclear, Sweet Oblivion, Crooked Rain Crooked Rain, Grand Prix,Let Me Come Over, Suicane Gratification, Nevermind, Bakesale & Girlfriend. It's a lost classic from a decade simplified to Grunge-Britpop- & at this price, it would be obscene not to buy it! The curious should also track down Ken Stringfellow's solo work (that he did between stints with The Posies & REM) & The Minus 5, who featured REM-regular Scott McGaughey & Wilco's Jeff Tweedy...