It just
sounded too good, didn’t it?
New Order, after a lengthy hiatus (eight
years, to be precise), decided to quit fighting and
make another record, even though the rock landscape
has changed so much that they’re practically a
nostalgia act now.
Not only that, their last record, 1993’s Republic,
was not that good, despite a killer single in
“Regret.” Get
Ready, on the other hand, is the exact opposite
of nearly every other record New Order has ever
made; it’s remarkably consistent, but there is no
sure-fire hit single like “Bizarre Love
Triangle” or “Round & Round.” At this stage of their career, I find it far more impressive
that they made a good record than if they had just
made a great single.
The
album’s first single, “Crystal,” starts things
off, and after the glossy intro has concluded and
drummer Stephen Morris comes a-thumpin’, there is
a sense of something different, or at least
something New Order hasn’t done in a long time;
guitars, lots and lots of guitars, are running the
show. Not
only that, Get Ready has the best drumming
that Morris has ever done. He plays like a man possessed, whereas he would previously
share the spotlight with the latest drum machine to
hit the market.
“Crystal,” which actually has a nick of
late Deacon Blue in its “Heeeeey, hoooooo”
backing vocals, is nonetheless vintage New Order,
with a soaring chorus and lots of energy. It also, unfortunately, has some of the worst lyrics singer
Bernard Sumner has ever written.
(Rhyming funny with money, and
the line “Don’t wanna own a key, don’t wanna
wash my car,” ugh, pops up in another song)
Lyrics have never been Barney’s specialty,
but they were clearly not even remotely a priority
on Get Ready.
If you can get past that, though, prepare for
a great ride.
The
collaborations on Get Ready, a new concept to
New Order, are well chosen.
(Thankfully, Carlos Santana and Rob Thomas
are nowhere to be found)
Billy Corgan lends his unmistakable vocal to
“Turn My Way,” and Primal Scream help New Order
loosen up on “Rock The Shack.”
I’m still wondering what happened with the
song they recorded with the Chemical Brothers,
though the Chemicals’ presence is felt in the
sinister keyboard riffs that run through
“Primitive Notion.”
“Close Range” has a jumpy drum track that
at first sounds more like Electronic, Barney’s
side project with Smiths guitar god Johnny Marr,
than typical New Order.
Then Peter Hook’s rubbery bass lines show
up and suddenly it makes perfect sense.
“Vicious
Streak” would have been in a John Hughes movie had
it been released back then.
It’s classic alternative mope rock, a more
upbeat cousin of Low Life’s “Elegia.”
The album closes, believe it or not, with the
acoustic ballad “Run Wild,” showing that New
Order is capable of acting their age, though
they’re too busy blowing the younger upstart bands
off the stage to dedicate much time to it.
I
approached this album with extreme trepidation.
There are lots of bands from the classic
alternative era of the late ‘80s whose best days
are long past (Love and Rockets, The Cult, and we
might be witnessing the fall of REM).
New Order, however, is not yet one of them.
Get Ready has more spark than
they’ve shown in years.
Thank heaven for small miracles.