Rating: 2/5
Review:
Oh dear...
I always look forward to a new Neil Young album with
considerable trepidation. He's still
capable of making fine records - I loved both Psychedelic Pill and Storytone –
but he's also still capable of making very bad ones. This is a bad one, I'm afraid. A really bad one. It doesn't make me physically wince quite as
much as A Letter Home, but I think as an album it's worse in some ways. At least on A Letter Home the music was
really good and Neil performed well, it was just the horrible mess of a
recording which made it almost unlistenable.
On The Monsanto Years it's the fault of the material and the performance,
which I find less forgivable.
The Monsanto Years is a long rant against environmental
damage, GMOs, greedy banks and corporations and so on. It's a message with which I largely agree and
I wouldn't argue with much of what Neil is saying here – but as songs they are
crude, poorly crafted, musically pretty thin and lyrically they're frankly
terrible. Really, this sounds like the
sort of stuff that you might have produced when you were thirteen and then come
across as an adult and burned with embarrassment that you could ever have
thought it even worth writing down. Just
as an example, in People Want To Hear About Love, there's just a long, long
list of things like:
"Don't talk about the beautiful fish in the deep blue
sea dying…
"Don't talk about the corporations hijacking all your
rights…
"Don't mention about world poverty…
"Don't say pesticides are causing autistic
children…"
and so on and so on and so on. These aren't song lyrics, they're just
slogans. It's very important stuff, but there's no finesse, no wit, no depth of
analysis or anything approaching crafted verse which might convey real meaning
or make it a powerful song. The same is
true throughout the album; it's as though you were being shouted at by an
obsessed drunk in a bar. And this from
the man who wrote the magnificent Ohio
in a white hot rage in just a few hours.
That, though was a long, long time ago and seemingly in a galaxy far,
far away because Ohio was an enduring masterpiece while this just best
forgotten.
Musically it's pretty poor, too. There's not much in the way of melody, and
although there are some decent chord sequences, none of it sounds very fresh and
The Promise Of The Real, although a perfectly competent band, just remind me
constantly how very, very good Crazy Horse were. Neil's voice is wearing pretty thin these
days and at times it's cringeworthy as he reaches for high notes he has no
business to be attempting and misses them by some distance. (Try the opener, New Day For Love and you'll
see what I mean.)
I've loved Neil Young's work for close on half a century now
and I accept that loving it means that you have to take the poor with the
brilliant – and this is really, really poor.
On the first play I turned it off about half way through and felt as
though someone had stopped beating me over the head with a blunt object. I've forced myself to listen a few times more
to see whether it improved, but it hasn't.
It's still a relief to turn it off.
I simply can't bring myself to give a Neil Young album only
one star, but it's a scrape to get up to two.
I'm sorry to say it, but this isn't worthy of a great songwriter and
performer. It's just plain bad.