Album Review from a unknown magazine...
Faith No More
King For A Day, Fool For A Lifetime
* * * [out of * * * * *]
by Sandy Masuo
Faith No More have always been an eclectic lot---careening into punk ranting, edging into funk, thrashing over metal terrain and occasionally spinning epic tales of near-symphonic sound thanks to Roddy Bottum's keyboard support---but even so, this album is fraught with some downright shocking twists and turns. The quirky, angular opener, "Get Out," starts things off on an even keel, and the droning, semitrippy "Ricochet" hovers within familiar parameters. But just when you've settled in for the long haul, things start waxing weird. "Evidence" is a dark discoid tune that sounds like a visit to Roxy Music's "Avalon" after a dose of bad acid, while the flashes of fusion-jazzy horn flourishes and the sneaky rhythms of "Star A.D." bump up against jagged, stylized hardcore outbursts ("Cuckoo For Caca," "Ugly In The Morning"). As warped as it is achy, "Take This Bottle" is a stab at country-western (!) that's kind of like Sisters Of Mercy brooding their way through the Eagles' "Tequila Sunrise." Squalls of anxiety flare up to disrupt the tense calm of the title tune, and the closing track, "Just A Man," could almost be an excerpt from an Andrew Lloyd Webber musical in overdrive, gradually building to a rousing finale that throbs with a trace of Otis Redding's "Try A Little Tenderness."
Throughout, Mike Patton;s voice is as pliable and erratic as Jim Carrey's face in "The Mask." At time's it's startling expressive ("Take This Bottle," "Evidence," "Ricochet") but elsewhere it's just plain old mugging. Faith No More are certainly equipped with all the chops they need to vigorously swerve around the musical map. Sometimes, however, it's too much of a good thing, and you find yourself wishing they'd pick one destination and stick with it.
Thanks to Liz Adams.