Fresh Sound: The Wearings

Prior to his rape days, director Roman Polanski made a confession to Newsweek about his film Chinatown that few artists ever make: “I love clichés!”  Well, Denver band The Wearings apparently loves them as well. But the clichés in the band’s debut release come off as anything but intentional, and the album ain’t no Chinatown.

Instead, it’s a shortened version of the classic rock opera.  The first tracks have an upbeat tempo with lyrics that convey a message of trite angst. Still, The Wearings have a sense of composition and musicianship that is lacking in most pop-rock. 

But just like any art that is well executed but lacks substance, it gets tiresome, and the well-composed solos that are peppered throughout the album come off without any genuine emotion.  Instead, they’re further examples of how these musicians need to musically masturbate.

The album’s grand finale is an epic work; a lengthy instrumental breakdown furthers the pomp-rock tradition by copping the arena rock sound of bands like Kansas and Asia.
So if the members of The Wearings don’t want to bore their listeners, the band needs to come out of its shell and lose some of its conventions.
 

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