Time Capsule: Ramones, Brain Drain

On May 23rd, 1989, the Ramones were knocking on death’s door. Their lead songwriter had officially left the band; they were in various states of disarray, affected by detrimental mental health issues, debt problems and a general apathy towards chasing a wind of commercial success that felt like it would never come. Unbeknownst to this crumbling band, their final album as the Ramones we all knew and loved would give them the radio hit they were desperately waiting for—but they were already dead and buried before they could celebrate getting what they had patiently scratched and clawed at for decades.

The Ramones spent most of the 1980s trying to repackage the boyish, New York punk charm that drove their 1970s successes towards a radio-friendly audience. In a fight to the death, the Ramones of 1976 would have kicked the Ramones of 1989’s asses, but that’s not to say that there aren’t solid tunes among their late-period efforts. In a feeble attempt to break the glass ceiling on ushering punk closer to the pop mainstream, they spent the decade rotating through producers ranging from Phil Spector to the Eurythmics’ Dave Stewart. The group released a series of ragged, idiotically commercial records that did not bring them the popularity they coveted—and it alienated their cultish following. In the late ‘80s, things started to return to form when 1984’s Too Tough to Die saw them ditch their desires to become radio stars and retreat to their snarling edge—followed by 1986’s Animal Boy, with a production value led by former Plasmatics bassist Jean Beauvoir that refined their rough edges while still maintaining a level of sharpened grit. But it wasn’t the Ramones embracing their punk rock roots; it was Beauvoir-crafted radio rock.

Joey, Johnny, Dee Dee and Richie became a well-oiled studio machine just in time to begin a relationship with producer, songwriter and ex-Shrapnel guitarist Daniel Rey. His addition to the band gave us a slight return to former glory: Halfway to Sanity. Though the intensity of their superior sound had returned, they took a hit once again when Richie decided to step away from the band—leaving them drummerless in this upswing of morale. Now five years removed from his firing due to alcoholism, Marky Ramone and his merciless drumming style was brought back into the fold one last time before things finally came crumbling down for a band on borrowed time.

In December of 1988, the band began recording Brain Drain, their last-ditch effort at a “comeback.” It was an uphill battle from the jump, as everyone was having problems: girlfriend problems, money problems, mental problems. You name it, they were suffering from it. After surviving the dictatorial rule of Phil Spector, attempted melodic commercialization and the absence of their most vicious drummer, the band’s nerves were beyond shot—and, with the multiple failures to break into the mainstream lingering, much of their patience was wearing dangerously thin. Dee Dee became the target of these frustrations, dodging conflicts between Joey and Johnny, who were dealing with a love triangle and general detachment from their passion for the band. A returning Marky had to work around Joey and Johnny’s refusal to perform together, on top of tensions surrounding the rapport between Dee Dee and the rest of the band. It was a disastrous recording process that foretold the imminent end of one of the greatest American punk bands—a group that had, miraculously, managed to outlive many CBGB counterparts. But at what cost?

With the band fracturing expeditiously, Brain Drain feels like the final “classic” Ramones album. With Dee Dee departing to pursue his rap career—I am, unfortunately, very serious—before recording any of his bass lines for the album and Johnny’s distaste of Bill Laswell’s commanding production, what remained of the original Ramones spirit was stamped out with this final swan song. But they brought glimpses of their original humorous punk style into the four studios it took to finish the record, cutting—albeit it minorly—through some of the strain. While the professionalization and half-hearted commercialization is glaringly noticeable on Brain Drain, the album is far from devoid of their ridiculous humor, hard-hitting musicality and classic trashy identity.

The album opens with the uncharacteristically optimistic “I Believe In Miracles” and, as the opening riff tears through you with a piercing energy, the belligerence of Rocket to Russia and even the raw passion of their self-titled debut peeks in. As Joey chants out the strikingly sanguine lyric, “I believe in a better world for you and me,” the poise of their status as rambunctious counterculture pioneers has matured into a fine-tuned outcry rebelling against systematic change. They wanted the whole shebang to change for the better, but opted to cut through the dissonance with hope rather than tear it down in an anarchy of rage. In a society where we are beaten over the head with the idea that the status quo is an immovable force, isn’t it more punk to believe we do have a chance to make a difference? The Ramones certainly thought so. Even in Dee Dee’s jaded mindset, he still was able to pull an earnest lyric from their past triumphs with lines like “Believe in miracles ’cause I’m one / I have been blessed with the power to survive / After all these years I’m still alive / I’m out here kicking with the band.”