Amazon.co.uk Review
No sooner had the last crashing chords of
The Pixies faded into silence, than their frontman, Black Francis, changed his name yet again--this time, to Frank Black--and settled into eccentric musical middle-age. An eponymous solo album saw him shrug off much of his previous band's legacy --his tone seemed more playful, though hardly any less perverse--and he followed it a year later with this sprawling (22 songs!) collection, its lyrics touching upon all his familiar obsessions, his tone ranging from the genuinely deranged to the self-consciously weird. Inevitably, given the sheer volume of material here, there's something of a problem with quality-control--"Headache" might be one of his more irresistible melodies, yet tracks like "(I Want To Live On An) Abstract Plain" and "Big Red" seem to have been written and performed on autopilot. Still, you sense that its maker might not exactly care; this time, he's attempting to please no one but himself.
--Andrew McGuire
Description
Frank Black, the anti-fashion rock chameleon, has done it again. Onetime leader of the Pixies, Black has taken his legion of alternative rock fans for another loop on his roller coaster. This time, as a self-confessed fan of "Freedom Rock", Black, yet again, is having another funny at the expense of the critics and fans who tried in vain during the 1980s todescribe his sound.
Black's is a sound that embodies science-fiction fetishism with a good taste of guitar Americana, one that emerged as "alternative rock" then rebirthed itself to find the Pixies disbanded. Black rose from the ashes of Black Francis, the nerd in flannel who whined about his girlfriend in a parking lot, as his own man. TEENAGER OF THE YEAR finds Black hashing out the staples of Freedom Rock withthe focus on the right place. Obsessing over what exactly rock in the 1990s is, Black sees the "scheming bohemia", but wraps it in layers of accomplished rock arrangements. What makes Black excel past the confines of the "alternative rock"he crawled out from under is his confidence in pure rock songwriting. Now beyond the lure of being "cutting edge", Black is getting back to his roots of the rock he grew up with, and is not ashamed.
Why TEENAGER OF THE YEAR? Possibly, Black realises that by clipping rock down to its bonsai elements, maybe rock will get real again. There's no harm in tricky Beach Boy-esque harmonies, and none in numerous references to the kitschy devices we clutter our lives with. Black's all-star band makes for a strong album chock full of rock idiom, but devoid of cliche.