Album Review: The I Don't Cares - "Wild Stab"
By Andrew Lee
The last time I listened to Paul Westerberg it was 1992 and the songs were “Waiting for Somebody” and “Dyslexic Heart" on the Singles soundtrack. The last time I listened closely to anything Julianna Hatfield has done was 1993 and the album was Become What You Are. After hearing these two together as The I Don’t Cares on Wild Stab, I think I may just have to rewind and pay more attention to their output of the past 20-odd years.
This is simply a great rock and roll collaboration record with something for everyone, and it’s brought to you by a couple of seasoned musicians who still have star power and who really know what they’re doing.
“Back” kicks it off by getting all indie rock pensive and poignant, but its follow-up “Wear Me Out Loud” brings on the hooky rock-a-tude right away. Enjoy a little gimmicky humor with a song about having to pee (“1/2 2P") before “Sorry for Tomorrow Night” busts out the fiddles around some lovable loser lyrics. On "Dance to the Fight,” Julianna Hatfield takes the lead and sweetly rocks out on sour lyrics like “drunken, flunkin' out, I’m on my hands and knees on a Friday night.” This is followed by just a wee bit of a contrast with the slow down and cuddle up vibe on “Kissing Break” (a song that’s ready for some rom-com movie montage).
And technically the record’s not even half over yet. I’ll save the second half for you to experience without any spoiler clues, but I will say this:
Give this record a chance to be heard on something good. No ear buds, okay? No tiny bluetooth speakers in a noisy room, alright? You should break out some good headphones, preferably the kind that have ear pads of some kind. I speak from experience. For this one I started on my iPad streaming to a cheap little Amazon Basic bluetooth speaker while I was distracted doing something else, and it was nothing special. But when I put on the good headphones and paid attention it all came alive and it was great. Get to know this record on something good before you let it get shortchanged on something convenient.
So far I can’t decide which half of Wild Stab I like more. This is a very good problem to have. And when my favorite song is the last song on the album, I think that’s a very good sign. This is a Record with a capital R and as music appreciators we’re lucky to have it.