Brian Fallon of New Jersey rockers The Gaslight Anthem said recently that he had enough of writing in characters, of “talking in jive”, and of not being real with his songs. For many of us, I know, that article caused much worry and doubt, wondering if the great Fallon had just shot his songwriting self in the face. How wrong i was to doubt.
Handwritten, the major label debut of my favorite punkish rockers, is in every way the equal of its indie predecessors. The guitars are harder, the vocals tighter, the emotion even more present and undeniable. those of you who know how much i love their earlier albums know what high praise this is. Even Brian’s work with The Horrible Crowes can’t beat this new album for sheer emotionalism.
The album opens with “45”, a hard edged punk piece that uses a 45 RPM single as a metaphor for a relationship ending. lyrically, it isn’t too far out, lots of cliches. They avoid sounding tired mostly because if the beautiful harmony and the fact that these particular cliches are immortal for a reason:everyone has this type of day at some point or other.
There are so many high points on this album that you’ll get tired of the phrase. The title track, Handwritten, is just as hard and angsty as the first, but instead of relief and the readiness to move on, this one drips with regret. Its clear that the choices he recalls are not ones he still believes are right. He wants to try again, but the hurt he caused stands in the way. As the chorus says “and to ease the loss of youth/and the many, many years i missed you/these pages plead forgiveness/every word handwritten”. It is the sad cry of a man trying to clear his conscience for the hurt he caused, and to be allowed back into his place. He left to find what he thought he was looking for, and is now begging to get back what he used to have. The best vocal moment on the album comes right after the bridge, where he howls and cries his way through singing “and we waited for sirens that never come/and we only write by the moon/every word handwritten”. Worth a bunch of listens.
Here Comes My Man, on the other hand, is NOT about regret, it’s about trying and trying and then giving up. One of the smoother songs on the album, it continues the trend of relationship based songs (face, most good rock does). Mostly, this songs is about a man not feeling appreciated and deciding he’s had enough. It’s possible that this and 45 are about the same situation. In the first, he’s moping about what he lost, but here he’s saying to her face that he is, in fact, better off without her. That she does, in fact, care more for other things than she does him. In the bridge he sings “maybe your pride will be your companion/but I just won’t be there to stand for it/not one more more minute will I stand for it”. On a musical note (haha), this is the first time TGA has used a twelve string guitar, and it does a beautiful job of recalling the classic american sounds of The Byrds and Tom Petty.
Mullholland Drive. I won’t pretend to understand this song. The situation and the emotions are unclear. The only thing you can really take from it is that both of them, at some point, thought it was forever, and both of them seemed to be wrong. He wants it to continue, saying that he is the only one who cares for her properly. even more, he says that the reason it ended was her unwillingness to let people care for her. It seems that he wanted her to need him and she never did. The end of the song recalls The Killers Smile Like You Mean It, as they both talk about how someone else is driving their former love through the streets they used to share. It’s a sad song, with no real hopeful note. Here they continue the Tom Petty esque trend they began in the song before, with a hard heartland sound that could come from nowhere other than America.
“At the bottom of this river/is where i put you down to lay so i can live with it/and in my hard hard heart there’s all these waters/where i put you down to lay while i learn to live with it/until i’m free”. I’m sure we all know this feeling. Something so painful that it must be buried until the effects can be cured or dulled enough that they don’t ruin every waking moment. This one will get no dissection from me. Just listen to it.
Too Much Blood takes the rock to another level, with a nasty hard beat and a dark heavy riff that make you feel like you’re tunneling through Texas clay. It’s all about honesty, about telling people the things that make us who we are. It’s also about not taking that too far. He refers to his lover as “the eternal witness to the pride and the shame”. Isn’t that what our partners are supposed to be? someone who knows both the good and the bad aspects and doesn’t run away. His dilemma seems to be between how much to let the world in on, and how much to save between the two of them.
Generally speaking, albums get most of their good songs out in the first half, and the last half are mostly fillers. Not so here. Howl, coming in at number seven on the track list, is one of the most epic and most quintessentially Gaslight songs on the album. It has everything i first fell in love with: the driving guitars and drums, the howling vocals, and the universal themes of love, loss, and youth. This time they even added the “wrong side of the tracks” bit and the “you have turned your back on yourself” bit. “does anything still move you since you’re educated now/and all grown up/and traveled so well/do you still hear the sound of thunder when you lie all by yourself?” On the one hand, he accuses her of leaving everything she cared about. on the other, he wants her to return…..”if you wanna, you can find me on the hood under the moonlight/radio, oh radio,/do you believe there’s still some magic left somewhere inside our souls?” This song will never change your mind about politics or society, but it can make you feel like you’ll never die. As one reviewer said, “if there was a psychotropic drug that made you feel like James Dean, this song would render it unnecessary”. This is real rock and roll.
Another that could be written by Tom Petty, Biloxi Parish is about wasting your time on idols that disappoint and can’t do for you what your friends can. The singer is promising that he will be enough of a positive force that she will regret being without him, or that she’ll be happy with him. he says that being with him will cost her nothing and gain her much. most touching is the assurance that “I’ll be with you through the dark/so that you do not go through the dark alone”. It’s really just a man with complete assurance that he will be a good thing for her. what a novel concept. more men should work that hard.
Possibly the most philosophical question ever posed by Brian Fallon occurs in the opening verse of this song. “what makes a man do the things/that a man does to be/the thing he perceives/would capture your heart?” But unfortunately, all he comes up with is desire. and not a desire to be there for her, just a desire to be with her. The song itself is a beautiful punk rocker, but just doesn’t go as deep as the opening line suggests it might.
Mae is one of the best moments on the album, even though it would sound more at home on The Horrible Crowes album from last summer. It is another that deals with regret, not really saying if he still loves the woman or whether he wants closure. one of my good friends said that Fallon’s crowning line is “You told me fortunes in American Slang”, but I would say that so far the crowning moment would have to be “we work our fingers down to dust and we wait for kingdom come/with the radio on”. I feel like that says everything that can be said about life. As far as the sound of the song, it kinda makes me with that Brendan O’Brian had produced the Horrible Crowes album, just because of the depth and beauty of the production here. He has a great reputation for a reason.
To close out the album, Fallon and co go with their recent standby of fading into the night quietly. This song is a thematic continuation of Here’s Looking At You, Kid, from 2008’s The ’59 Sound. in that one, he lists the names and circumstances of those who still fill him with regret. here, he looks them all in the eye and says, in essence, that he never will forget them but he also will no longer mourn losing them. In some ways, it’s a send-off to those people he sang about through the rest of the album. The one woman in his life wishes they had more, and he says that the race isn’t run, to keep looking forward. It isn’t a happy song, but it is a hopeful song. one of the few times where you can see a theme of future redemption.
In conclusion, the move that so many like to hate on, from indie to major label, did no harm to the punk rock band of the new decade. Fallon still sings like a man possessed, but possessed with the fire of youth and hope and dreams. I look forward to whatever they do next.