Of all the bands that enjoyed a flirtation with fame and fortune during the
alternative rock boom of the 1990s, few success stories seemed more of a fluke than
Cracker. While
David Lowery and
Johnny Hickman were (and are) talented songwriters and the band could play tight, accessible
rock & roll in a manner that startled many fans of
Lowery's earlier band
Camper Van Beethoven, it was clear from the outset that
Cracker were only willing to set aside a certain number of their eccentricities in favor of a shot at the big time, and the longer they went on, the loopier their music became, which pleased the hardcore fans who appreciated their off-kilter humor and musical eclecticism but ensured that albums like
Forever and
Countrysides would never spawn a hit like
"I Hate My Generation" or
"Low." Now that 17 years have elapsed following the release of their first album and with the band safely removed from the intrusive eyes of the major labels,
Cracker's ninth studio album,
Sunrise in the Land of Milk and Honey, is as engaging and enjoyable as anything they have released since
Kerosene Hat in 1993. Though the feel of the material is loose and easygoing, this edition of
Cracker --
Lowery and
Hickman on guitars and keyboards,
Sal Maida on bass, and
Frank Funaro on drums -- plays with an efficiency and force that make the ambling, beer-soaked
country of
"Friends" work just as well as the straight-ahead '70s-style
hard rock of
"We All Shine a Light" and the L.A. punk gestures of
"Hand Me My Inhaler" (which borrows an obvious riff from
X's
"Los Angeles") and
"Time Machine" (whose lyrics mention listening to
Black Flag cassettes before opining "I think I liked 'em better with
Dez Cadena"). But just when
"Darling One" and
"Turn on, Tune in, Drop Out with Me" have you convinced that
Cracker have made an album for the masses again,
Sunrise in the Land of Milk and Honey throws in tunes like
"Yalla Yalla (Let's Go)" (which is overrun with wink-and-nudge phallic references),
"Show Me How This Thing Works" (in which
Lowery is befuddled by some nameless gadget from outer space), and the title tune (one of several vaguely apocalyptic messages that dot the album), and you realize that
Cracker are as slyly weird as ever.
Cracker are better than they've ever been at honoring both the straight and the twisted sides of their musical personality, and
Sunrise in the Land of Milk and Honey balances them with an acrobatic skill that's impressive and a lot of fun to hear. ~ Mark Deming
