Out of Love by Liquidirts Colabs
Yet another Vocalist that I got the pleasure to work with. cj known for his strengths in vibratos and helping tremendously in the arrangement taught me a few tricks. He broght Suede Pudding to the rescue with drums and bass which pulled this song out of the rut that I worked feverishly to put it in. And I thought I knew it all, duh. Kick back and enjoy the time travelling trip to the 80's, ha! I am stuck in that era, please God help me, for I know not what year it is.
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well well well, a song I can really relate to- maybe not in the best way possible ....
it's a hair band ballad. with some pretty decent execution but also some sonic cliches and some aspects of an era that I think maybe I need to bury in my own little dirty secrets closet ....
then again - there's no denying the past and there's no denying that these guys seem to be genuine in the attempt to bring back the good ol' 80's that we all wanna spend so much energy dissing. for that - I actually admire the courage of conviction to stay true to roots no matter how much shit they might take. no matter how much friends and relatives feel they should just let go of the past, cut the graying locks and admit that maybe, there's just too much beergut there to keep wearing the spandex and open button shirt.
fek em. these guys are sincere strutters and posers and that's gotta be cool - at least for the sake of the children. and grandchildren.
but the guitar picking and sounds are good. maybe better than good - and there's the lead solo - arena ready. lighters prone. and the rare venture into using a sax to accentuate a passage ala foreigner or some such huge 80's band.
the drums are simple but use such old trade secrets like playing the ride cymbal through the chorus and how can that not be cool? the bass isn't all that incredible but uses far more notes and a lot more thunder down low than much of what was in vogue during the time - meaning thy are at leas trying to update the sound a little.
the vocals are solid and just about as well crafted as you'd want this sort of ballad salad to be. there's no pretending he wants to be some avante garde folkish grunge legend, he's happy to stay true to the form and play his part close to the cuff - with a flip of the big hair here and a nod to robert with a hand flip there.
and the harmonies on the chorus appear to be about as good as you'd expect from a band where the backing singers think they're every bit as good as the poser boy out front.
lyrically, it's a sad sad lament into love that's died and even though that, in and of itself, is a bit predictable, there's kudos to be had for keeping it somewhat simple and somewhat generalized - with some cliches and some inventive lines. all in keeping with what makes a hair ballad work.
honestly, the song has a large lame factor in it that's undeniable and that is admirable. it's unashamed and pure to it's style. love it or hate it - it doesn't try to hide what it is and it is proud and loud in its posture and I can almost see the guitarist and singer clinging onto each other as the lighters scorch the arena ceiling - fists raised and hair dripping with sweat - while the drummer races to stage front to fist five the bassist and grab another quart of colt 45.
god save nostalgia.
