Rancid is a
band whose albums I had always been looking forward to. Every new release after
their landmark record …And out come the
wolves offered something new: Life
won’t wait was much more mellow and I thought it suited the band well,
2000’s Rancid 5 was an uncompromising and exhilarating hardcore
record, and Indestructible emphasized
the pop sensibilities that had already been present on their previous records. I
was, however, quite disappointed with Let
the dominoes fall in 2009. Something just rubbed me the wrong way. Maybe it
was because for the first time they didn’t surprise me. I thought the lyrics
were cliché, their attitude had become a pose, and the whole thing just seemed
uninventive and tired to me. Re-listening to it again now, perhaps I found my
peace with it. It’s still Rancid, there’s definitely some stuff to like, and
even at their most uninspired, it’s still a listenable punkrock record. Let’s
just say it with the title of Primus’s 2006 Best-of album: They can’t all be zingers.
Honor is all we know therefore is the first Rancid album
for which I didn’t really have any expectations. Perhaps it was a mixture of
nervous anticipation and an I’m-not-sure-I-want-to-listen-to-this attitude.
Still, I got it as soon as it came out. After a couple of listens, I think that
it’s better than Let the dominoes fall. It
feels like a band getting together to do what they do best, to do something
that seems to come to them easily. All the ingredients for a Rancid record are
there: some ska (“Evil’s my friend” and “Everybody’s Sufferin’”), some sing-along
punkrock (“Back where I belong,” “Raise your fist,” “Malfunction,” etc.), Tim
Armstrong’s idiosyncratic slurred and slightly off delivery, Lars Frederiksen’s
more powerful vocals, and Matt Freeman’s great bass lines. I think the way Tim
draws out “existsssss” in “Raise your fists” shows that at this point in their
career, they are absolutely sure of what they are doing. It’s a short
meta-moment that illustrates that they can look at their craft with a certain
tongue-in-cheek detachment.
This
detachment, however, does not keep them from including some not-so-great
lyrics. Lyrical repetitiveness and bad rhymes are pet peeves of mine, so “Diabolical”
(with its repetition of “diabolical dance”), “Honor is all we know,” or “Now we’re through” kind of annoy me. Another thing that bugs me is that they stick
too much to known territory: “Evil is my friend” at times sounds like a ska
version of “Lock, step and gone,” and parts of “In the Streets” sound like
“Ruby Soho” (both from …And out come the
wolves). I like Honor is all we know
better than Let the dominoes fall but
where their older records always introduced new elements into their sound,
these last two albums have settled at mid-tempo punkrock interspersed with some
ska (which, I guess, is good news for those who thought Rancid 5 was too harsh and Indestructible
too poppy). It’s probably too much to say that they are running out of ideas,
but the “experiments” now definitely take place outside of Rancid (for example
here).
That moment
when fans fear stagnation always reminds me of the guy who tried to raise $10million to get Weezer to break up.
What makes us react so strongly to bad albums by our favorite bands? A new
album won’t keep us from enjoying the old ones, right? Or does a bad new one
somehow devalue the old ones? Perhaps that’s what people are afraid of. Of
course, we all would like to remember our favorite bands as the one that
recorded several awesome albums and never got worse. Being super excited about
a new album and experience that moment of realizing that your favorite band
just somehow lost their edge can be
pretty heartbreaking. At the very least, I’d want each new album contain
the best part of the previous albums and make them even better. I want it to be
a continuous journey rather than one that I cut short prematurely because I
don’t want to follow along anymore. It’s the same with movies: if I’m really
disappointed with sequels or prequels to movies I love, I find it difficult to
just shrug it off. Of course, I can still watch the old ones – but if I’m
already treated to a new one, I really want to enjoy my trip back into that
world.
Let the dominoes fall felt like Indiana Jones and the Kingdom of the Crystal Skull to me: yes,
there were a lot of elements that reiterate the things I liked about the old
stuff or that reminded me why I liked it in the first place. But there are also
many details that just didn’t feel right. Honor
is all we know, then, is like they would make another Indy movie with
Harrison Ford. One that does most things right (and doesn’t include Shia
LaBouef or aliens) – but, of course, also one that makes us realize that
Harrison Ford will never be a 40-year-old Indiana Jones again.