Black Rebel Motorcycle Club, Annabel Lee
Beat the Devil's Tattoo (2010)
So, yeah, Annabel Lee. Cool song. If you've ever read this blog (and lately, it appears nobody comes back here anymore, so I'm pretty much talking to myself) then you know I routinely jerk off about Black Rebel Motorcycle Club (in case you don't remember,
here's where I posted the title track). Next to Tool, they're probably my favorite band. Kelly and I went and saw them in Vegas on the tour to support this record last February; they haven't come back to Salt Lake City in a long while and that's a shame. We've seen them five or six times, and they are hands down the best live band I've ever seen.
This is kind of a different album for them. I don't think it's quite as cohesive as their last two efforts, but I like it better than the first two albums (I'm not counting The Effects of 333 in there, since I don't really know what that is). They got rid of their original drummer, Nick Jago, permanently this time (he was also kicked out during the recording of Howl), and replaced him with ex-Raveonettes drummer Leah Shapiro. I can't quite put my finger on it, and even if I could, I don't know enough about music to explain it, other than to say that that change seems to have affected the chemistry of the band a bit (fun fact: after the show in Vegas, Kelly and I semi-stalked Peter Hayes and Leah as far as we could through the Hard Rock Hotel until they turned down a hallway guarded by several very burly men in black suits; that's as close as I got, although Kelly claims to have chatted it up with Peter beforehand while I was off peeing... convenient enough, I suppose...).
Anyway, BRMC is pretty much a self-financed band and after touring the world on their own nickel in support of Baby 81, they found themselves broke and in need of a place to live and record. A friend loaned them a house back east somewhere, and as Robert Been and Peter Hayes got acquainted with their new drummer, they started getting into Edgar Allan Poe and Beat the Devil's Tattoo is heavily influenced by the same kind of melancholy, romantic muse that inspired a lot of Poe's poetry. There are some rockers and some ballads, but the whole record is permeated with this gothic sensibility--not gothic in the Hot Topic sense, gothic in the frightening, narrative, 18th Century sense. Indeed, some of the songs sound like soundtracks to Penny Dreadful stories.
Sonically, the band is still more like Love & Rockets and The Jesus & Mary Chain than, I don't know, Type O Negative or whatever the eyeliner hessians wear. But on this album, there is something a little more melancholy and mysterious, even on the rockers. I would describe this album as something the Velvet Underground would have made had their tour bus been overtaken by Dracula. And it's BRMC and when it comes to them, I'm honestly pretty easy to please.