BEE GEES: SIZE ISN'T EVERYTHING (1993)
1) Paying The Price Of Love;
2) Kiss Of Life; 3) How To Fall In Love; 4) Omega Man; 5) Haunted House; 6)
Heart Like Mine; 7) Anything For You; 8) Blue Island; 9) Above And Beyond; 10)
For Whom The Bell Tolls; 11) Fallen Angel; 12) Decadence.
The Bee Gees are back — well, to be more
precise, a modest pinch of Bee Gees essence is back, which does not seem to
bother the band too much, because, as they say themselves, «size isn't
everything». There is no question of the band even as much as lifting a finger
to shake off the arbitrary shackles of mainstream production values, but at
least they do remember to make some room for the harmonies. If High Civilization could have really
been put out by anyone, your average local boy band included, Size Isn't Everything has «Gibb
property» stamped all over it. Even Barry's occasional slip-backs into falsetto,
not any less irritating by themselves, feel like home after the frustration of
the sensation of alienation on Civilization.
Unfortunately, harmonies aren't everything. One
listen to the lead-in single, ʽPaying The Price Of Loveʼ, with its primitively programmed
beats and synthesizer swamp, is more than enough to understand that the Bee
Gees still have not remembered what it actually means to «give a damn about the
way you sound» — and the same evaluation applies to every other track on the
album. Even the acoustic ballad ʽBlue Islandʼ, where it is the guitar and not
the keyboards that forms the musical backbone of the song (and a melancholy
harmonica provides the additional flourishes), feels dull, because the melody
never goes beyond simple chord strum, and all the mild moodiness of the song is
tightly locked within its vocal lines. And that, ladies and gentlemen, is the
best thing they have offered us on the album.
Occasionally, the band would offer some
explicit justifications for the sound. For instance, Robin claimed that on ʽHeart
Like Mineʼ, he was intentionally aiming at capturing some of Enya's ambience,
which explains the dreary tempos and «cloudy» processing of the electronics. But
the Bee Gees do not have Enya's natural-born feel for this texturing — they
have never been able to conquer the digital world and put it to their own
purposes; and furthermore, this ambience simply does not agree with Robin's «wimpy»
voice — it requires either becalmed operatic majesty or a dreamy psychedelic
hush (the latter, several ages ago, used to be quite within Barry's capacities,
but it's been a long, long, long time...).
Besides, for every tolerable, if somewhat boring,
mood piece like ʽHeart Like Mineʼ or ʽHaunted Houseʼ, there is a clichéd adult
contemporary ballad (ʽHow To Fall In Loveʼ) or bland dance-pop entry (ʽAnything
For Youʼ). With the fast-paced pop rocker ʽAbove And Beyondʼ, they register one
welcome attempt to incorporate some old-style Motown spirit; and with the
album's biggest hit, ʽFor Whom The Bell Tollsʼ (alas, not the Metallica cover,
which would have really been something, wouldn't it?), they conjure a puff of
religious grandiosity. But nobody even needs three guesses to guess why, at the
end of the day, these songs still suck.
And I have not yet mentioned the band's cheeky
dabbling with techno — if ʽFallen Angelʼ is not enough to prove that they have
as much talent and authority to cover that direction as they have with Enya,
then try out the European release bonus track — ʽDecadenceʼ, a techno remix of
ʽYou Should Be Dancingʼ for the rave generation. In other words, whatever
crumbs of good taste they may have reassembled together on ʽBlue Islandʼ get
scattered to the four winds by the end of the record; and ultimately, this is
just another thumbs
down for a band that made the classic mistake — having conquered the
trends of the 1960s and the 1970s, decided that conquering trends would be the logical
way to go until the end of time. But fashion isn't everything, you know.
Check "Size Isn't Everything" (MP3) on Amazon
Classic case of staying at the party too long.
ReplyDeleteSo, at this point, I can't help but ask the question: who's worse? The Beach Boys at their absolute nadir, or the Bee Gees in the 1990's?
ReplyDeleteI have to say the Bee Gees, because I hate them even in their "salad days". But I'm open to hearing your opposing arguments!
Hey, better to have loved and lost than never to have loved at all, right?
DeleteEasily '90s "Beach Boys" (come on, that wasn't the REAL Beach Boys!), as loath as I am to admit it. '90s Bee Gees still has a baseline level of competence completely absent from Summer in Paradise
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