The Dismemberment Plan Is Terrified
The
Dismemberment Plan
DeSoto, 1997
Reviewed by
Jonathan Cohen
Where to begin? I feel like I could write a fucking term paper on the
ingenuity of the Dismemberment Plan's 1997 Is Terrified album, but on the other
hand, I have been writing and scrapping a review of this record for over two years. I
think it's probably because listening to Is Terrified switches my brain into
overdrive, not only with attempts to figure out what's really going on over the course of
these 11 songs, but recalling all of the events in my life that have some kind of tie-in
with it.
I won't bore with you with stories of how "The Ice Of Boston" reminds me of my
girlfriend, or how my jaw dropped as lead singer Travis Morrison went apeshit while
playing the trombone at a dank basement show a few days after Is Terrified was
released. The point is this: Is Terrified is a milestone of late '90s indie rock
- an album that is probably destined to remain critically underappreciated despite its
mind-blowing erasure of all boundaries between rock genres.
The Washington D.C. hardcore/post-punk scene that spawned the Plan had already gotten
pretty arty by 1997, and there certainly was no shortage of bands that played off the
scene's rampant inside jokes and anti-mainstream stance. Somehow though, the Plan rose
above it all, balancing ferocious and dissonant hardcore riffing alongside the kind of
melodic, smart pop purveyed by bands like XTC.
The band's real secret weapon is Morrison, who injects each song with the kind of lyrical
wit and insight rarely found in indie rock. He rattles off
dont-blink-or-you'll-miss-em zingers at will, reminding one and all that you can wax
eloquently and still scream your lungs out while doing so.
Morrison does a lot of calling out on Is Terrified, but more often than not, his
barbs are likely to elicit a firm "right on." Album opener "Tonight We Mean
It" sets the tone, as the singer methodically dissects hipster party-goers decked out
in "head-to-toe rayon." He's "going to a place that never existed,"
but when he skips out on the party, he finds himself driving around aimlessly, looking
"for something weird." It's a reminder of how easy it is to seek out something
better without having a damn clue what to look for.
On "Academy Award," Morrison deflates the subject's bulging ego under the guise
of award-show metaphors, while using his sarcasm as way of understanding a friend's
suicide on "It's So You." He takes aim again at jaded and emotionless scenesters
on "Doing The Standing Still," which imagines said non-reaction as a "brand
new step that everybody ISN'T moving to." Surveying the "6 or 7 kids"
watching the band play at a strip mall in North Dakota, he observes with pure bewilderment
that "I thought they were bored out of their minds / but it turns out they were
having a ball."
However, Morrison knows when to turn his critical inklings inward. He spends just as much
time pointing out his own misgivings as he does with others, especially on the hilarious
"The Ice Of Boston." Our poor boy is stuck alone in Boston on New Year's Eve,
and spends the evening moping, getting hammered and pouring champagne on his naked self.
Between fending off calls from his mom and pondering the deep lyrical meaning of a Gladys
Knight song, he manages to perfectly capture the myriad uncertainties common to us
20-somethings.
Musically, Is Terrified runs the gamut from the grating, hyper-active grind of
DC-scene forefathers like Fugazi, Jawbox and Shudder To Think on Bra and
One Too Many Blows To The Head, to solemn odes to regret like 13-minute closer
"Respect Is Due." There are some positively incredible individual passages
throughout, the kinds that one wishes would just go on for eternity - the sublime chorus
and subsequent instrumental breakdown in This Is The Life is a prime example.
However, its Respect Is Due that provides a glimpse into the future of
the Dismemberment Plans sound. Although a similarly affecting slow song closed the
bands debut album, Respect Is Due makes it clear that Morrison knows he
cant scream and shout at his listeners forever. And the hint of even greater things
to come makes Is Terrified all the sweeter.
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