Swag - Catch-all

Swag / Catch-all
Жанр: Pop-Rock Soft Rock, Indie, Power Pop
Год издания диска: 2001
Издатель (лейбл): Yep Roc Records
Номер по каталогу: 2023
Страна: Америка, Теннессии, Нашвилл
Аудио кодек: (MP3 + FLAC) (*.flac)
Тип рипа: tracks+.cue
Битрейт аудио: (lossy + lossless)
Продолжительность: 35:35
: CD
: да
Треклист:
1. Lone
2. I'll Get By
3. Near Perfect Smile
4. Please Don't Tell
5. When She Awoke
6. Louise
7. Different Girl
8. You
9. Eight
10. Trixie
11. Ride
12. She's Deceiving

Лог создания рипа

Содержание индексной карты (.CUE)

Об исполнителе (группе)

AllMusic
A supergroup comprised of several veteran musicians, Swag plays a rousing blend of power pop and indie rock. In 1996, keyboardist Jerry Dale McFadden (Sixpence None the Richer) met guitarist Robert Reynolds (the Mavericks) while their two bands were touring together. Their similar interests prompted them to put together an open-ended musical project, eventually ensnaring drummer Ken Coomer (Wilco), multi-instrumentalist Doug Powell (a solo artist on Not Lame Records), and bassist Tom Petersson (Cheap Trick). The group's Nashville recording sessions produced a couple of limited-edition singles in the late '90s and a 10 picture disc EP Different Girls in 2000. Their hard-to-find singles as well as eight new songs were compiled for their 2001 full-length debut Catch-all.

Об альбоме (сборнике)

Swag were conceived as a fun side project by various musicians known primarily for their roles in other bands (particularly Ken Coomer of Wilco, Tom Petersson of Cheap Trick, and Robert Reynolds of the Mavericks). And, unlike some such ideas, they do actually sound like they're having fun on this pastiche of/homage to vintage '60s and '70s pop/rock styles. It's a diverse program of originals in that mold, sometimes taking cues from straight-ahead guitar power pop with ringing guitars, sometimes from fey McCartney-esque late-'60s acoustic pop-psych (Near Perfect Smile and Different Girl), sometimes from Remains-like mid-'60s organ rock guitar crunch (Please Don't Tell), sometimes from early Elvis Costello (Eight), and even from Cheap Trick themselves (Ride, which even has a Cheap Trick reference in the lyrics). It's not the type of thing which is bound to impress listeners with wallfuls of original '60s pop/rock and '70s power pop to serve as comparisons, but it's better than the norm for such things, and well-executed. Four of the 12 songs on the band's debut full-length disc were previously released, but eight make their first appearance here. (by Richie Unterberger)

Pop quiz: What's the scariest word in rock and roll? It's supergroup, and rightfully so. For the few that work (Electronic, New Pornographers), there are scores who fail miserably (three letters: GTR). But Swag, comprised of members of Cheap Trick, Wilco, Sixpence None the Richer and the Mavericks, plus Not Lame artist Doug Powell, is that rare beast, a genre-hopping hit machine with amazing chemistry and tunes to spare. Catch-All, the band's first full-length platter, plays like a jukebox from a pool hall somewhere in Rockford back in 1977. The British are coming, and the Americans are ready for them. Catch-All is a blow-by-blow account of the battle.
The purpose of the band was a power pop outlet for Mavericks Robert Reynolds and Jerry Dale McFadden, which is evident from the Doodle lee doo doo, dwee diddle doo doo nonsensical opening to leadoff track Lone. Reynolds and McFadden have done their homework: 12-string guitars that ring like cathedral bells and three-part harmonies that boy bands would give their virginity for. And we're only on track one. I'll Get By is Jellyfish after listening to 12 hours of Big Star, thanks to Powell's uncanny vocal similarity to Andy Sturmer. Please Don't Tell is one in a series of hybrid songs, this one equal parts Zombies and Kinks.
This album isn't stuck in the '60s, however. At least one foot is firmly entrenched in the '70s, which is most apparent on Eight. The song is like an imaginary B-side to Oliver's Army (Elvis Costello), with a baritone guitar solo and vaudeville piano fills in the break. Louise is Hybrid Song #2: It starts off as another Byrds tribute, until the spirit of Wonder Stuff takes over at the end in the form of a violin and fiddle section. The wildest mix of artists, though, is Ride, an unholy alliance between Kiss and Cheap Trick (who gets name checked in the lyrics, natch). McFadden does an admirable Gene Simmons impression, though his Sammy BoDean-ish tenor just can't close the deal. A for effort, though.
Notice I haven't said much about the lyrics. There is a reason for that. It's not that the lyrics are truly awful in an Ironic kind of way. They are simply not the focal point for the songs. Hooks first, words later seemed to be the order of the day. And when they're serving up hooks of this size, it matters little that said hooks are covered with just a smattering of words worth remembering. In the end, you're still getting reeled in and cooked for dinner. Take Lone, for example. The song is about a waitress (perhaps the sister of the barmaid in Louise) whose biggest moment in her day is when the napkin of one of her customers falls to the ground. But what will you walk away singing? Yep, Doodle lee doo doo, dwee diddle doo doo. Now, those are words worth remembering.
The ultimate British Invasion moment occurs on Different Girl, which is like the Beach Boys (yes, I know they're not British, but . . . Oh, quiet, you) covering Here There and Everywhere. It's holds its own with Sir McCartney's best love songs, both the silly and not so silly ones. She's Deceiving is the Americans' reply, adding lots more punch to the mix. There's an interesting exchange going on here, the give and take between the Brits and the Yanks. Thanks for the melodies, Simon. Yeah, thanks for the great guitar sounds, Bubba.
Swag's biggest weakness is that it's just a part time gig for all concerned, meaning the follow-up will pop up much later than it should. But credit should go where it's due; Swag didn't just make a good record, they made the supergroup idea respectable again. Finally, a supergroup where the whole is far more than the sum of its parts. What a novel concept that is.