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- REVIEWS, Page 70MUSICBlazing Their Own Road
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- By GIL GRIFFIN
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- PERFORMER: FAITH NO MORE
- ALBUM: Angel Dust
- LABEL: Slash/Reprise
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- THE BOTTOM LINE: The hard-rocking Bay Area quintet cope
- with success by sticking with what got them there.
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- Mainstream pop success is a difficult cross to bear for
- avant-garde hard rockers. Their stock-in-trade is assaulting the
- status quo and ridiculing pop culture, yet suddenly their songs
- are mixed into Top 40 radio's diet of fluffy, fast-food hits.
- Bands such as Metallica and Nirvana have scored their share of
- chart toppers recently without being perceived as "selling out."
- Now, two years after their critically acclaimed, breakthrough
- album The Real Thing, the San Francisco-based quintet Faith No
- More are the latest heavy-metal hitters to arrive at this
- crossroads.
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- In their third and latest album, Angel Dust, Faith No
- More's response is to rev up their guitar engines, crank the
- bass, drums and keyboards, and with a loud scream put the pedal
- to the metal and once again blaze their own road. Some of the
- songs are indeed catchy, but don't expect them to become Top 40
- fodder, as neither the band's turbulent sound nor its acerbic
- wit has been sacrificed.
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- Lead vocalist Mike Patton growls, screeches and roars his
- way through songs making not-so-subtle commentary on greed,
- complacency and selfishness. It's easy to laugh at the skewering
- of a thirtysomething character in the midtempo funk-rocker
- Midlife Crisis who derives her sense of security from her
- "pockets jingling" and is wrapped in "morbid self-attention."
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- But not all of Faith No More's targets are the rich and
- powerful. In the darkly humorous RV, Patton plays to the hilt
- a fortysomething couch potato who has made a career of failure.
- He narrates the sorry soliloquy in a gravelly,
- hangover-from-hell drone to a bluesy piano and guitar
- accompaniment. "Besides listening to my belly gurgle/ Ain't much
- else to do," he groans, then concludes by mumbling, "I think
- it's time I had a talk with my kids/ I'll just tell 'em what my
- daddy told me/ You ain't ever gonna amount to nothin'."
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- Love or loathe the album's characters, they are easily
- recognizable and convincingly presented -- everyone from the
- sweet-talking phony on Caffeine and the suffering farmer in
- Smaller and Smaller down to the drug-slinging kingpin in Crack
- Hitler. That's what makes Angel Dust poignant, blistering and
- nightmarishly real.
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