As an amateur scribbler, one of my biggest challenges is how to derive inspiration from contentment. It’s easy to write in an exhortatory, critical, or angry state of mind. When life is great and everything’s in its place, though, comment seems superfluous. The closest thing I had to a deep thought this week was how much I appreciate unseasonably cool days in the summer — the sun is up early, the landscape is blooming and buzzing with abundant life; topping it off with chilly mornings and comfortable days is about as good as it gets. Maybe a true artist can turn that sentiment into something people might enjoy reading, but I’m afraid I lack that ability.
Luckily, Isaac Brock seems to be one of those rare talents who can channel contentment and mellowness into compelling songs. Modest Mouse’s new album, The Golden Casket, was released yesterday, and Brock seems to have achieved a serene perspective that he credits to being a new father — “Once you’ve brought people into the world, it’s necessary to figure out ways to make things better for your brood, to make things work. You can’t be too fucking cynical — it’s only right.” The virtue of moderation, the sheer miracle of being alive, the unfathomable mystery of a complex universe, the necessity of optimism even, or especially, when things look dark and hopeless — these themes recur in song after song, with Brock’s usual penchant for memorable lyrical imagery (“Our head is a cage, and the parrot loves to talk”). He, along with Neil Fallon from Clutch, is one of the two people in contemporary rock music whom I feel approach genuine poetry in their fertile, suggestive lyrics.
I’m a relative latecomer to their music, having only started listening to them in the early aughts, around the time of their hit record, Good News for People Who Love Bad News. One benefit, I think, to discovering an artist with an already-existing back catalog, is the ability to see both the strong and weak points within a coherent whole. The diehard indie fans from the late ’90s tend to treat each new evolution of the band’s sound as a betrayal; mainstream normies like myself are able to be a bit more equanimous. Stereogum, in reviewing their 2015 record Strangers to Ourselves, sniffed about the band’s “Whole Foods-backyard-BBQ era,” which, for those of you unacquainted with the vagaries of status and fashion, is not a compliment. (It’s like musical chairs — if you pause to ask why and when Whole Foods and backyard BBQ became hopelessly lame and uncool, you’ve already missed your chance to grab a seat, and everybody’s laughing at you.) A recent Twitter thread displays a common sight: indie music snobs attempting to elevate their personal taste into a Spenglerian iron law of decline and decay. (Perhaps the problem isn’t that the band’s sound has changed for the worse; it’s just that you expect them to continue making you feel the way you did when you were an angsty adolescent, and those days are long gone.) I’m sure The Golden Casket will add more tarnish to whatever indie credibility the band still retained, but for those of us who aren’t plagued with self-conscious anxiety over the simple pleasure of straightforward happiness, there’s a lot to enjoy here.
June 26, 2021 @ 10:59 am
Three cheers for being brave enough to move beyond the angst. Could contentment be coming into fashion? What a concept that would be!
June 26, 2021 @ 1:47 pm
I’ve often wondered if rock music could evolve beyond youthful angst and anger while still remaining recognizable as “rock,” rather than easy listening. Still, even if contentment were to become fashionable, most people would probably get bored quickly and seek out angst for excitement. As the man himself once sang, “Even if we knew which way to head, still we probably wouldn’t go.”
Nothin’ to Say – Loose Canon
July 19, 2021 @ 6:15 pm
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