It seems that
Bad Religion
's eighth LP is a rare case of selling out in reverse. Having signed to the big bad major wolf ("what big teeth you have, Grandma
Atlantic
"), the bandmembers seem too intent on showing their fans they're not going wimpy, so they turn their back on the advances of
Generator
and
Recipe for Hate
in order to bring back the naked aggression.
Stranger Than Fiction
is back to the go-for-the-jugular stuff, pretending that the wonderful modifications and variety of their recent work never existed -- thus the qualms about this LP. It feels too regressive, a sort of pandering. That said, if they are going to go backwards, I for one am going with them -- there is still no one better at this stuff. The opening
"Incomplete"
features some of the most intense verse singing by the ever-soaring
Greg Graffin
, behind a muscular, punishing sound helped by guest guitar from
the MC5
's
Wayne Kramer
. Almost as storming in the same vein are philosophical songs such as
"Leave Mine to Me,"
"Individual,"
"Tiny Voices,"
and the powerhouse
"Marked,"
all uptempo barnburners, pulverizing in their rapid passion. The biggest gratification, though, is that a few songs do seem more in line with the maturity of the previous two LPs.
"Handshake"
is the album's summit, thanks to an oven-hot chorus and an outro-coda that has to rank among their ten best moments.
"Slumber"
is a slower show-stopper, with a pleading barrage of harmony vocals, while the title track builds on
"Atomic Garden"
with an unusual
Beatles
/
Jam
singsong melody. On the negative side,
"Infected"
into
"Television"
are the two least effective songs of their 15 years, the former a third-rate
"Sanity,"
the latter bereft of hooks. In any case, it is not to be missed and it will haunt you in your sleep. ~ Jack Rabid