Music fans know the phrase "indefinite hiatus" as one filled
with foreboding-- it's so often meant as a substitute for "done
for" that's practically viewed as a euphemism. When Mother
Hips began their indefinite break after crowning their career
with 2001's excellent The Green Hills of Earth LP,
it seemed logical that they might be hanging it up for good.
They'd just dropped their best record, and the idea of going
out on top has at least some appeal to most people. Well, it
turns out they weren't done after all, and on the evidence
of Kiss the Crystal Flake, it's a welcome return.
This, their sixth LP, follows on the heels of last year's
promising Red Tandy EP and doesn't skip a beat getting
back to the band's rootsy mix of 70s rock and power pop. Songwriters
Tim Bluhm and Greg Loiacono split the duties slightly in favor
of Bluhm, which means the album as a whole is tilted just a
bit more toward the power pop side. The sound is about as bread-and-butter
rock'n'roll as you can get, mostly limited to the four band
members with the occasional keyboard embellishment or trumpet.
Both songwriters sound recharged, and the band, with new
bass player Paul Hoaglin, seems glad to be back at it, taking
time to jam a bit and let the guitars loose on a few songs,
but always bringing it back to tight, melodic songcraft before
things get out of hand. If anything, it reminds me of the direction
Sloan has gone-- using their muscle to reinforce their popcraft
and not as an end in itself. Loiacono's slowly churning, Tom
Petty-influenced "Confirmation of Love" is a good example,
using the hard downward strumming of the chorus as a mere table-setting
for the really big hook, one powerfully delivered "she went
down to California," that plays off all the charged meaning
the name of that state has acquired in the American subconscious.
Bluhm chips in a couple of quality slow songs himself. "Let
Somebody" makes great use of the blend of Bluhm's smooth voice
and Loiacono's rougher tone on the chorus harmonies, while "Not
So Independent" fakes you out with a stomping guitar intro
before settling back into a recollection of a fireworks display
at a beach party. On the higher tempo tip, "Time We Had" is
one of the best pop songs in the band's catalog, with great
doubled vocals from Bluhm and a brief guitar solo that sneaks
in a new hook at the end. Loiacono's "No-Name Darrell" is stuffed
with Beatles chord progressions and accomplished falsetto vocals,
but shies away from a typical song structure, instead moving
through multiple ideas as they arise.
I can't imagine anyone who followed Mother Hips in their
initial run being unhappy with this, and people who came on
board at the end for Green Hills will find the same
forces that made that record so broadly appealing at work here. Kiss
the Crystal Flake is the sound of a refreshed band making
as solid an album as they ever have. -Joe Tangari