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Sep 26th, 2007, 09:39 PM
interesting analysis http://www.calendarlive.com/tv/radio/cl-et-springsteenreviewweb26sep26,0,3187531.story ALBUM REVIEW
The Boss keeps the faith in 'Magic'
The wild-eyed innocence may be gone, but the new album rocks like classic Bruce Springsteen & the E Street Band.
By Ann Powers, Los Angeles Times Staff Writer
Bruce Springsteen & the E Street Band
"Magic" (Columbia)
There comes a point in most believers' lives where faith transforms from an inevitability to a choice. Something alters life's usual patterns -- a personal tragedy, perhaps, or an intellectual realization -- and what seemed so true suddenly can't be trusted. This isn't true just for God-fearing people; any creed is vulnerable to such a crisis. Getting past it can feel like an accomplishment or a sneaking betrayal, depending on whether you genuinely renew your convictions or just decide that credulity is the best way to survive.
Few artists must feel the obligation to keep the faith as heavily as Bruce Springsteen. For nearly 40 years, he's relentlessly returned to one great subject: that moment when an ordinary person confronts some higher power, whether it's love or death or the state patrol, and makes an ennobling if sometimes fatally wrongheaded commitment to act.
Springsteen's fascination with these personal epiphanies has earned him a massive cult, and why not? His lyrics blend religious and secular scenarios to describe the various apocalypses his fans might encounter in their own lives. Rife with Catholic imagery but attached to the kind of rousing rock that follows directly from American revivalist and black church traditions, Springsteen turns his tales into rituals. Each hearing allows the committed fan to renew her devotion, not just to the Boss, but to her own path.
What happens, though, when the prophet begins to wonder if it's all a hollow game? That's when choice comes in. On "Magic," Springsteen's 16th studio album and the latest to reunite him with the E Street Band -- his gospel choir -- he recommits fully to the uplifting oomph of his rock 'n' roll formula. But a sadder and wiser willfulness permeates these 12 tracks. It's present in the music, which removes all gunk from the formulas Springsteen's been using forever and gets them shining. And it's deeply embedded in lyrics that examine what happens after illusions are shattered, and life just goes on.
The first doubter Springsteen confronts is himself. "Radio Nowhere," the album's lead track and first single, depicts the Boss lost on a lonely highway, wondering if he can connect to anything pop has to offer now. The song is discouragingly fogeyish if considered from a topical standpoint: Tom Petty already wrote a protest song about corporate radio, and Springsteen's refrain, "I just want to feel some rhythm," seems an odd complaint, considering how much airtime Kanye West and Beyoncé get these days. But as an opening invocation, "Radio Nowhere" gains force. Producer Brendan O'Brien compresses the nine-piece E Street Band's contributions into a single groove, all seemingly emanating form Nils Lofgren's choogling guitar riff. The circular structure Springsteen often employs -- in which one phrase tumbles into another like Jack Kerouac's unfurling scroll -- takes his words beyond surface meaning. The chanted refrain, which soon transforms to "I just want to feel your rhythm," signals entry into that sacred zone where the communal clout of the E Street Band turns worn rock tropes into revelations.
From that point on, "Magic" unfolds beyond any reference point besides Springsteen's own body of work -- which makes sense, since it's a ritual object, with every song designed to fit into the arena shows where devotees will soon commune.
The Boss keeps the faith in 'Magic'
The wild-eyed innocence may be gone, but the new album rocks like classic Bruce Springsteen & the E Street Band.
By Ann Powers, Los Angeles Times Staff Writer
Bruce Springsteen & the E Street Band
"Magic" (Columbia)
There comes a point in most believers' lives where faith transforms from an inevitability to a choice. Something alters life's usual patterns -- a personal tragedy, perhaps, or an intellectual realization -- and what seemed so true suddenly can't be trusted. This isn't true just for God-fearing people; any creed is vulnerable to such a crisis. Getting past it can feel like an accomplishment or a sneaking betrayal, depending on whether you genuinely renew your convictions or just decide that credulity is the best way to survive.
Few artists must feel the obligation to keep the faith as heavily as Bruce Springsteen. For nearly 40 years, he's relentlessly returned to one great subject: that moment when an ordinary person confronts some higher power, whether it's love or death or the state patrol, and makes an ennobling if sometimes fatally wrongheaded commitment to act.
Springsteen's fascination with these personal epiphanies has earned him a massive cult, and why not? His lyrics blend religious and secular scenarios to describe the various apocalypses his fans might encounter in their own lives. Rife with Catholic imagery but attached to the kind of rousing rock that follows directly from American revivalist and black church traditions, Springsteen turns his tales into rituals. Each hearing allows the committed fan to renew her devotion, not just to the Boss, but to her own path.
What happens, though, when the prophet begins to wonder if it's all a hollow game? That's when choice comes in. On "Magic," Springsteen's 16th studio album and the latest to reunite him with the E Street Band -- his gospel choir -- he recommits fully to the uplifting oomph of his rock 'n' roll formula. But a sadder and wiser willfulness permeates these 12 tracks. It's present in the music, which removes all gunk from the formulas Springsteen's been using forever and gets them shining. And it's deeply embedded in lyrics that examine what happens after illusions are shattered, and life just goes on.
The first doubter Springsteen confronts is himself. "Radio Nowhere," the album's lead track and first single, depicts the Boss lost on a lonely highway, wondering if he can connect to anything pop has to offer now. The song is discouragingly fogeyish if considered from a topical standpoint: Tom Petty already wrote a protest song about corporate radio, and Springsteen's refrain, "I just want to feel some rhythm," seems an odd complaint, considering how much airtime Kanye West and Beyoncé get these days. But as an opening invocation, "Radio Nowhere" gains force. Producer Brendan O'Brien compresses the nine-piece E Street Band's contributions into a single groove, all seemingly emanating form Nils Lofgren's choogling guitar riff. The circular structure Springsteen often employs -- in which one phrase tumbles into another like Jack Kerouac's unfurling scroll -- takes his words beyond surface meaning. The chanted refrain, which soon transforms to "I just want to feel your rhythm," signals entry into that sacred zone where the communal clout of the E Street Band turns worn rock tropes into revelations.
From that point on, "Magic" unfolds beyond any reference point besides Springsteen's own body of work -- which makes sense, since it's a ritual object, with every song designed to fit into the arena shows where devotees will soon commune.