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sheen.thumbnail.jpgBY ED KING, ROCK SNOB My first serious exposure to the music of The Shins was through that godawful Zach Braff film, Garden State. In a film that aspired to be The Graduate but was minus the talents of Mike Nichols and Dustin Hoffman, The Shins provided the Simon & Garfunkel soundtrack minus the song-smithery and understated cool of Paul Simon. I didn’t want to kill the band based on their association with Braff’s first step toward the pantheon of TV actors done in by good fortune and hubris (see McLean Stevenson through Rob Morrow), so I kept an ear open toward their critically acclaimed releases. The Shins didn’t sound any more interesting without the grating images of Natalie Portman fumbling through the “gimme” Winona Ryder role, but too many people whose tastes I respect continue to go to bat for the band. So it was with great anticipation and a chance for redemption that I popped in the forthcoming Wincing the Night Away. You see, I am no stranger to affectation. Back in college I thought that smoking a pipe (the legal kind, mind you) could be a worthwhile affectation. When you’re 19 years old and trying to figure out your place in the world, having an affectation or two around which to build an adult identity doesn’t hurt. I still recall loading up my pipe, leaning back in my chair just so, and puffing away. First, only alone and in the comfort of my room, but within a few days I was showing off my new bag to friends. Once I even took my pipe outside with me and lit up as I strolled across the campus. I felt cutting edge for a week or so until the pressure of living up to the image of a pipe smoker started to weigh on me: Was I wearing the right kind of sweaters? Was it OK that I didn’t wear glasses? Should I grow a beard? Has a guy who’s flunking friggin’ algebra for the second time earned the right to smoke a pipe?
In listening to these new Shins songs, I can’t help thinking of the responsibilities that go with any affectation. Songs like the first single, “Phantom Limbs,” and “Sea Legs” seem to be trying to get at the Soul of ’80s synth pop. I thought this is what bands like Aztec Camera and Prefab Sprout were trying to do when those sounds were contemporary, and it beats me if there was much soul to be found, but that’s another matter. No, what troubles me most in listening to this heavily affected album is the band’s lack of commitment to the trappings of . . . anything, let alone ’80s synth pop. Where are the asymmetric hairdos and shirt collars? Where are the coke-fueled dance beats? Where’s the hot, bleached-perm chick playing a Yamaha DX7 with her index finger?
The video for “Phantom Limbs”, with its visual references to REM’s “Losing My Religion” and that old Crash Test Dummies video, couldn’t feature a more bored, uninteresting band, and I’m not just saying that based on seeing the video. This band’s lack of commitment to anything but the broad outline of each song some of which really aren’t bad, mind you is there in the digital grooves. The production and arrangements sound like they were put together according with the Roy Clark Big Note Songbook for Guitar . Here’s how I envision the behind-the-scenes work on “Phantom Limbs”: After having placed drummer Jesse Sandoval on a steady diet of saltpeter (necessary for him to sublimate his desire to play anything more interesting and exciting than what could be programmed by a person with elementary skills with a drum machine), Shins leader James Mercer says, “Now watch me and wait until I hit the opening chord of each measure. I won’t play much beyond that opening strum of each new chord. Try not to step on my parts, OK? It’s important that the listener can process my lyrics. Braff’s gonna love this one!” Ordinarily, that’s when I reach for my revolver. But these days, I reach for the pipe instead. I finally have the pants for it.
(How about a grade?-Ed.)

A grade for the album? Would that would be fair since I gave that Mercer guy a D for his lack of fire and presence? Although I think it’s lacking in a lot of things I value, it’s well done within its short reach. Balancing everyting, it’s worth a C+. The kid shouldn’t fail out of school for not having much personality.

ABOUT THE AUTHOR ED KING Ed King has kicked around the outer fringes of the periphery of local scene for some time. He was there when Tuxedomoon played Revival. Where the fuck were you? Ed likes all things great and some things good. Anymore, what falls short of those simple criteria gets harder to bear. He appreciates you respecting his privacy at a time like this.

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  1. pete Says:

    phantom limb is an inentional jesus and mary chain rip off, and well pulled off rip off at that. in a way it shows a great deal of committment. they really went for it and got it.

  2. Ed King Says:

    Well, in that case, congrats to them for having grabbed the aluminum ring!

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