Even in
his 40s, Stephen Malkmus is still as skinny as a teenager and as
malleable as a Gumby doll. The former Pavement frontman possesses no
discernable backbone: When he leans forward during a particularly
impassioned solo, his head hangs nearly eye level with his guitar.
Much
of the weight that often results from settling down with a wife and a
pair of kids never came to Malkmus; neither did the complacency that
besets many musicians by middle age. Instead, Malkmus’ solo albums have
pushed, often aggressively, against the Pavement template, and never
more than on his latest disc, Real Emotional Trash, which for better or worse, mostly forgoes pop formalities in favor of lengthy,
labyrinthine jams. Indie-rockers have long harbored a thinly veiled
disdain for most music that smacks of classic rock—it’s the ocean that
separates them from the jam-rock scene— so they watched in dismay as
one of their founding fathers began sailing away toward the horizon. If
Malkmus’ 2006 Bonnaroo performance was a sign that he had begun to
stray, then
Real Emotional Trash is his Dear John letter, a blunt kiss-off in the form of an homage to Rush and Kansas, with nary a consolatory nod to The Fall and The Feelies.
His
performance Thursday night at the Pabst Theater was particularly
disheartening for those abandoned Pavement fans, mostly because it
featured nine of Trash’s 10 tracks. In moderation, Malkmus’
rich, bellowing guitar is its own reward, but his set begged for a few
palate cleansers, perhaps a quick nugget or two from Malkmus’ charming
solo debut. During the encore, Malkmus even mentioned that he’d
considered playing “Troubbble,” a two-minute romp and surefire
crowdpleaser from that debut, but he instead opted for what he
dubiously called “a special treat”: the plodding Trash reject “Pennywhistle Thunder.”
“That
one always kills,” Malkmus said as the song finished to tired applause.
As usual, it was difficult to tell if he was being sarcastic.
Rytlewski's free to have his own opinion of the show, of course...but he mischaracterizes the audience when he implies that it was less than enthusiastic about the show. An unenthusiastic audience wouldn't have been applauding during the entire break prior to Malkmus's encore, for one thing. Also: Kansas? Rush?!? Not even close - neither band seems to have a sense of humor, for one thing, and both bands emphasize technique and crystalline production, while Malkmus's newer stuff presents a more organic sound. Does Rytlewski even know what Kansas or Rush sounds like, or is he just reaching for the nearest indie-disapproved '70s dinosaurs?
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