A new reunion with Crazy Horse had us going to back to Neil Young’s most recent collaboration with the band, an early 2000s concept album that arrived long after we thought the idea was dead. After all, we want instant gratification. We’ve got shrinking attention spans. Heck, we can’t even make it all the way through an MTV video … just the ‘good parts’ on TRL.
Well, Neil’s not really a part of that generation. But it wouldn’t be unfair to say that he’s had his own issues with attention span. Which Neil Young do we get this time around? That’s always the question. The blistering rocker? The introspective folkie? Rockabilly Neil? Blues Neil? Techno synthy Neil? (OK, that might be going a little too far…nobody is expecting Trans II anytime soon.)
It’s not that any of this is a bad thing. For a guy who’s been at it as long as Neil Young, the occasional fresh perspective can only be healthy.
Greendale is Neil Young’s mythical coastal California town of 20-25,000 residents. All of the stories revolve around the Green family. There’s mom and dad (Edith and Earl) who live at the Double E Rancho (just outside of Greendale), the young daughter (Sun), cousin Jed, and grandma and grandpa Green. More or less ‘normal’ so far, right? But then we find out that Sun’s grandmother (Ciela) had daughters by two different Green brothers (fade in appropriate David Lynch-type music here). It doesn’t get any more ‘normal’ after that. Murder. Art. The Devil. Death. Protest.
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On Greendale, we get a return to Crazy Horse slow-rocker Neil with touches of the introspective folkie (despite the delivery, it’s pretty obvious that folkie-Neil wrote these tunes). The music is very straight ahead Crazy Horse garage rock (without Frank Sampedro’s second guitar though … hmm, I wonder what that’s all about). The repetition of musical themes (my favorite is the John Lee Hooker-like “Devil’s Sidewalk”) makes for a sorta hypnotic listening experience. Everything is slowed down and drawn out as Neil lays out his tales of the Greens. The only musical appearance of Neil the folkie is for the beautiful “Bandit.”
The liner notes and artwork bring everything together nicely. Instead of lyrics there are, for each song, short stories that set up the weirdness to follow. Kliban-esque illustrations (hats off to James Mazzeo) complete the oddness that is Greendale.
Not so odd, but still very entertaining, is the bonus DVD, “Live at St. Vicar St.,” that has Neil performing Greendale in its entirety on acoustic guitar. In this format the songs lose their sinister quality to become somehow more intimate…despite the subject matter.
You’ve gotta hand it to Neil Young. It seems like he’s been around forever (check out the book “Shakey” to find out just how much he’s been through) but manages to come up with something new after all those years, albums and tours.