This is appropriate for a record that lurks in the shadow of loss. The Lonely Astronauts follow Arthur every step of the way, with Greg Wieczorek's drumming particularly apposite.
Garth Hudson adds piano and organ to several tracks. The closing song, "Good Friend", is invested with almost more emotion than it can contain. This is appropriate for a record which doesn't try to dodge the uncomfortable and oddly invigorating feelings that only love — and its discontents — can evoke. Temporary People feels strangely permanent, even as it sports a cover photograph of the band posing among various female mannequins.
Joseph Arthur might be "naked and alone," as he sings in "Faith", but he makes that condition sound as temporary as any number of other afflictions that feel as though they'll last forever. Honestly, I am kicking myself that it took me so long to sit down and listen to this fantastic album.
Why did I wait so long, you ask? A little bit of life getting in the way, and a little bit of unfounded assumption, I had never heard of Joseph Arthur or the Lonely Astronauts for that matter. When I finally tackled this one on an Amtrak train on my way up to Montreal for the weekend, I hung my head in shame, as the latest effort from this prolific artist is worth more than the commissioned first listen it received.
Heading north, I let Joseph Arthur rip. And rip-roar he did. From the first chord, I felt as if I were listening to some kind of Dylan, Stones and Springsteenlovechild. Arthur sings about feeling empty and filling himself up with the lives of friends and lovers instead of facing himself.
Midway though the song, a ghost-like chorus rears its head, as if the sounds of himself are waking. The soaring electric guitars at the end drive the tone desperation all the way home. But the uncomplicated, good old, dark with a light at the end of the tunnel vibe ofTemporary People is a fine place to start.
Having already churned out four EPs this year, the Brooklyn dynamo mostly gets it right here. Most importantly, he seems to have great fun venting, which gives Temporary People an irresistible,. This shorter, more concise format lends itself more focused direction in songwriting, themes and style.
I guess Joseph Arthur feels the same way. The most unfortunate aspect of this bout of pop excess is that this will be the focus of most reviews. Yes, I am fulfilling my own prophecy, but I sincerely doubt that most reviews will even attempt to escape the pull to write about prolificacy versus substance. And yet, these discs do have some substance, though hidden amongst the bracken of overgrowth. Sadly, for Arthur, the good songs will generally become lost in the midst of comparisons to Prince, Ryan Adams, Conor Oberst or Robert Pollard in relation to self-censorship and harried output.
Another, and most likely more important, aspect to this string of EP releases is that your average music consumer is probably more likely to buy a double album like Mellon Collie on one trip rather than a few EPs on multiple trips, all of which would end up costing more than said double album. Pretty Good Company In the dark I wait for you to come The knife in your back Ain't as sharp as your tongue Ain't it funny All the ways we run First for the love Then the money, then the spirit in the sun You're pretty good company A fire in the sky And when you lie down next to me My heart goes wild How can we tell Which one of us is sane Mechanical beasts Turning pleasure into pain Riddle me this What the hell's your name Then give me a kiss From the middle of your flame You're pretty good company A fire in the sky And when you lie down next to me My heart goes wild Feel, feel, feel Run back down the aisle?
It' s Too Late If I tell you what's on my mind Don't know if I want to What could you tell me to make me feel fine Riding up on your high horse I've been wondering all of the time Looking for something to fill up Swallows start from below underground And invented the spill up It's too late Every time I try to tell you how I feel It's too late By the time you listen none of it is still real It's too late Every time I try to tell you how I feel It's too late By the time you listen none of it is still real One dime and I could make a call If I had any number One lie?
And the children are captive And almost create something to die Have you created the angels It's too late Every time I try to tell you how I feel It's too late By the time you listen none of it is still real It's too late Every time I try to tell you how I feel It's too late By the time you listen none of it is still real.
Candy And Cars All the time driving in candy and cars Looking at photographs moving the stars Following spider webs spun around Mars I was a leaf? New Satisfaction I don't want to get angry In life Ain't it like on the TV Oh no If you think you could feed me Your dream Give me back your satisfaction Let me into your sympathy Give me back your satisfaction Let me into your sympathy I don't want to get angry In life Ain't it like on the TV Oh no If you think you could show me Your dream Give me back your satisfaction Let me into your sympathy Give me back your satisfaction Let me into your sympathy.
Cinderella Under Glass Cinderella under glass I thought you knew nothing could last And all the darkness that you see Out of your eyes will always bleed And I know that you can't open up Yes I know that you can't open up And I know that you can't open up And I know that you can't open up Cinderella under glass Don't you know nothing here will last And all the darkness that you see Under the truth will always be And I know that you can't open up Yes I know that you can't open up And I know that you can't open up And I know that you can't open up.
Morning Star Sweet Linda God forgives you He's on your side Your sun dying Babe we all got something to hide But you won't even talk now Oh, you're frozen inside You think no one needs you Babe, you're wrong now, confide Sweet Linda God forgives you For what you've done He don't want you to suffer Take your place now under the sun But you won't even talk now Oh, you're frozen inside You think no one needs you Babe, you're wrong now, confide And pray To the Morning Star It's over you anywhere you are And pray That it helps you through Gonna make it to a better place to be.
Pearls before swine In the dark a girl Where are you this time I consider you to be A good friend of mine In a haunted light Will you take my call I can't win this fight Unless you take a fall Where you are this time I consider you to be A good friend of mine I consider you to be A good friend of mine Love is our war And a poltergeist You always want some more More truth than lies Where are you this time I consider you to be A good friend of mine I consider you to be A good friend of mine I consider you to be A good friend of mine.
The mayor is nervous He's trying to clear the street His people dead buried underneath concrete No one knows exactly what it's all about The firefighters can't put this fire out We build back up 2x You can't destroy our love New York is tough The Twin Towers aren't here anymore We fell down with them through the clouds unto the floor Praying that things could go back as they were before The hate and evil dragged us underneath the war We build back up 2x You can't destroy our love New York is tough There's no survivors underneath the devastation And now their families wait forever at the station White noise is the only explanation For destruction trying to swallow up creation We build back up 2x You can't destroy our love New York is tough We build back up 2x You can't destroy our love New York is tough.
The Invisible Parade LP I saw a nail driven into his hand I was close to it I saw the flesh cave and the blood leak around the edges of the nail I saw a nail driven into his feet And into his other hand His face flew into my heart I begged for salvation I begged to be forgiven I said I love you To his impossible light I saw the crown of thorns forced onto his head I saw the blood drip into his eyes I saw him naked and exposed And displayed on the cross I could feel what he felt I could feel that salvation has a weighty price I could feel that salvation has a weighty price And that my soul is lost Then I was with my guru An african tribesman I loved him With a love that wasn't human He was everything to me He said its simple.
In the Sun EP Cocaine blind in Times Square The dark sun shines Found you there So alone, it's hard to go home, baby Skin and bones is all you are now, baby Been a ghost all your life Now you're lost in the night So alone, it's hard to go home, baby Skin and bones is all you are now, baby. Feed back, come through the light Here now, it's always night And I'm looking for a dream to have I'm coming back for you And I'm never gonna be the same again Baby I'm looking for a dream to have I'm coming back for you And I'm never gonna be the same again.
Freeze You Out Rusty Water Bootleg Hey babe Love alone's not keeping you with me You need someone touching you so deep Just one more dependency you feed Under secret lock and key Cause I've been opened up But I need to go away and freeze you out Of my heart I know that you're weak but I pick you up each time You've been falling down too much You take too much of my energy It's fake What you call reality I hate Swallowin' your misery You break Every time I move To Leave Cause I've been opened up But I need to go away and freeze you out Of my heart I know that you're weak but I pick you up each time You've been falling down too much I wish you were courageous I need to try to change Your misery's contagious I got to get away I wish you were courageous I have to try to change Your misery's contagious I got to get away Cause I've been opened up But I need to go away and freeze you out Of my heart And I know that you're weak but I pick you up each time You've been falling down too much.
The colorful, punchy "Sister Dawn," dressed in ragged pop, is both homage and warning to a sibling not to raise her own children the way she was raised.
The off-kilter pop in "You Wear Me Out" recounts, via rambling piano and reverbed guitars, a speed freak complaining about a husband who nags her about "the kids. Despite the dark threads that run through it and bind it, this collection is as moving as it is harrowing, as tender as it is tenacious.
It's an album Arthur had to make, and as such is completely redemptive. Our Shadows Will Remain. Joseph Arthur, who had been a critic's darling since his debut in , scored a kind of sleeper hit on the fringes with 's Redemption's Son. His searing poetic lyrics and quirky, left-of-the-dial rock and pop sensibilities shone like a flickering beacon from the underside of human emotion and vulnerability. On Our Shadows Will Remain, he takes a further left turn from the heart of isolation and darkness into the broken heart of humanity, seeking to reveal the commonality of experience on the emotional and societal fringes via a sonically labyrinthine tapestry that is by turns raucous, tender, brash, and beautiful.
On "Stumble and Pain," a muddied bass and drum pulse plods from the heart of the mix, as a fuzzed-out electric guitar and a forlorn, wasted bluesy acoustic carry Arthur's sung poetry over a string section played by the Prague Philharmonic -- though they sound like they are a forgotten string quartet playing for its life at the end of time itself.
Another standout is "Echo Park. The muscular drum loop "Wasted" undercuts the vulnerable vocal and dubby organ and electric piano lines. But the fragmentation, disintegration, and outsider narratives that are at the heart of the protagonists in Arthur's songs are familiar, too. Though they may live on the stiletto edges, they speak our language in that they bravely and even innocently articulate the most hidden of emotions, the ones we are afraid to admit let alone speak.
And in doing so they bring them into the scope of the reachable, the mentionable, and their weight can be shared even among those of us lucky or fearful enough to never experience their consequences.
Arthur is in a class of his own and Our Shadows Will Remain is a monstrous, memorable outing, his finest moment in a career that is thus far full of them. Nuclear Daydream. The Graduation Ceremony. Junkyard Hearts Real World Gold. Come to Where I'm From. What A Wonderful World. Could We Survive.
Redemption's Son. Big City Secrets. Dead Savior. Dear God. Dear Lord. Devil's Broom. Dirty Blvd. Don't Give Up on People.
Don't Tell Your Eyes. Dream Is Longer Than the Night. Dream of the Eternal Life. Echo Park. Electrical Storm. Enough To Get Away. Even Tho. Even When Yer Blue. Exit Through You. Eyes On My Back. Face in the Crowd. Famous Friends Along the Coast. Favorite Girl. Foreign Girls. Free Freedom. Glass Pipe. Glue Sniffer. Good About Me. Good Friend. Gypsy Faded. Hang Around Here. Haunted Eyes. Heart's A Soldier. Hold On Dear. Holding the Void.
Honey And The Moon. House of Your Love. Humanity Fade. I Am the Mississippi. I Am the Witness. I Come Down. I Donated Myself to the Mexican Army. I Love You. I Miss the Zoo. I Would Rather Hide. In Ohio. In the City There Is Grace. In the Middle of the Night. In the Night. In The Sun. Innocent World. Invisible Hands. It's Too Late. Jumping In with You. Junkies and Limousines.Jul 02, · Joseph Arthur; Crazy Rain. Vagabond Skies, mixes elements of Could We Survive and Crazy Rain, but not necessarily the good ones. These /