By Brett Essler
Maybe it's ADD, or OCD, or whatever condition modern man is afflicted with that prevents us from listening to a whole album without getting up to look out the window at the Russian masonry guys taking a smoke break, attempting to cut matted fur off the cat's ass, or neatly tearing the mailing labels off of unread issues of Smithsonian.
Or, maybe this record is just so unbearable that only a Draconian restraining device would prevent me from fidgeting, pausing the stream every three minutes to look in the cupboard for crackers I am certain we finished yesterday in OV-and-pathos-soaked Thanksgiving marathon.
I am feeling guilty that SuperHeavy was not part of my holiday cornucopia. While lying awake last night, I envisioned beleaguered colleagues sequestered in dark studies, replaying their supergroup albums whilst taking thoughtful notes about intriguing juxtapositions while their loved ones enjoy canned cranberry sauce without them. To try and fill in the gap I created out of laziness and familial obligation, I returned to my notes from Wednesday and found only this:
Track 10, "I Can't Take It No More," is almost listenable and could probably find its way onto a post-Dirty Work Stones album.
This is a laughable critique for two reasons:
One, my knowledge of "post- Dirty Work Stones" is extremely thin, limited to the Steel Wheels CD I bought in 1989, listened to once, and traded in not long after at the Record Exchange and several weeks of forced exposure to Bridges to Babylon when I was a record store clerk some years later.
Two, "Can't Take It No More" is not "almost listenable." Not even close.