been around for almost thirty years now, and his early albums document
a witty wordsmith in love with three chords and a backbeat. There's
absolutely nothing wrong with that, and if his subsequent history
hasn't demonstrated much artistic growth, there's something to be said
for dogged persistence. His 2006 album Streets of New York
was a long-awaited comeback, and put Willie back on the cultural radar.
Unfortunately, the new album is a step backward, awash in too many
nondescript power ballads. Some of the song titles tell the story:
"Love is a Train," "Her Love Falls Like Rain," "Little Light," "Touch
Me." They're right out of the Bon Jovi/Creed playbook, and the rest of
the lyrics don't improve on the initial impressions. But there are a
handful of great, no-frills rockers here as well, particularly the
scathing "Doomsday Dance," which boogies all over the apocalypse, and
"Magdalena," which features the best shouted "Hey! Hey!" chorus I've
heard since the early days of The Ramones and The Romantics.
think of it as a house of 500 guitars. It's an album that begs for the
use of the Next button on your iPod or CD player. And it's an album
that offers up its share of small but satisfying rewards.