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Album review: Bruce Springsteen and the E Street Band's 'Working on a Dream'

January 24, 2009 |  1:00 pm

Bruce_3 Bruce Springsteen is the quintessential album-era rock star. Hear me out, ye who would argue Beatles-Dylan-Marvin-Brian Wilson-Who-Pink Floyd-Stones: Those artists might have made superior individual efforts, but none has used the long-player form itself more powerfully over the arc of a long career, not only to establish a world through song, but to inhabit an enduring persona.

A string of hit singles alone wouldn't have made Springsteen the bard of America's slide from industrial-era swagger into service economy anomie. He needed the track-by-track architecture of albums to flesh out characters, relate each to the other, extend metaphors to express what they could say and build a palpable, detail-strewn landscape through which they could travel.

The album format also has allowed Springsteen to build a sound, both with his stalwart E Street Band (a metaphor itself for the family connections and community spirit his songs celebrate or lament) or in more minimalist projects. Three is the magic number throughout this Catholic boy's huge oeuvre -- classic rock romanticism meets big band congeniality meets troubadour folk lyricism and is transfigured.

On his greatest albums, Springsteen rode the energies of these different styles through peaks and valleys, aurally encapsulating late 20th century Americana with a rain shower of guitars and a howlin' whoop.

Springsteen is a creature of the literary impulse in rock, the idea that a set of songs made bigger by amplification and sonic trickery could tell a story as rich as anything William Faulkner or Ralph Ellison managed. Top 40 singles might be poetry in the candy store, but the album made novelistic rock possible, and that's where Springsteen found his place and ruled it.

It's helped that his subject matter is the same as many Great American Novelists, such as Steinbeck and  Cormac McCarthy, and that the semi-articulate voices of his characters needed the extra push of a killer riff or a huge drumroll to say their piece. The thrill of an album like "Born to Run" comes from following Springsteen's Everymen through hopeful moments and horrifying ones across eight tracks that might not be overtly related, but form a story line nonetheless.

But whatever diehards might say, the album era is over. "Working on a Dream," Springsteen's 16th studio album, is not merely a response to this fact. It's partial proof.

That the master of the album would turn so determinedly away from the sustained mood and varied emotion that form demands suggests that there's little hope for anyone still trumpeting its virtues, at least within the pop-rock mainstream. More a pile of exuberant initial forays than a fully realized statement, "Working on a Dream" rejects the finer points of literary-minded album rock and aims for the instant effect of a string of hits.

It's a charmingly quixotic move; barely anyone has hits in these dark days of the music industry's decline, and especially rockers over the age of . . . how old are the Jonas Brothers? So give Springsteen credit for even trying. But the enthusiasm he and his team bring to these tracks doesn't redeem them. The best thing that can be said about "Working on a Dream" is that it's boisterously scatterbrained, exhilaratingly bad.

Only a great artist could make an album that's at once so stirring and so slight. This is the Boss, after all; he can wring meaning out of a dish towel. And he's obviously enjoying himself, recalling the radio hits of his youth and applying their glitter to his template. But he gets lost in the idea of pop, forgetting to come back to Earth and attend to the little details that pump blood into his best work.

There's a lot of variation on "Dream," as befits a foray into the singles game. "Outlaw Pete" is Southern rock done up with symphonic pomp. Partridge Family-style bubble gum inspires "Surprise Surprise," and Moby-ish electronics flavor the rough blues of "Good Eye." There's much nostalgia too -- "Tomorrow Never Knows" nods to both Dylan and the Beatles, while "The Last Carnival," dedicated to the late E Street Band keyboard player Danny Federici, floats forth on some acoustic finger-picking redolent of 1960s-era Laurel Canyon.

If there's a model for this music, it's "Girls in Their Summer Clothes," the best song on "Magic," Springsteen's previous album. That shimmering, melancholy dollop of California beach rock perfectly balanced corn and careful detail. Brendan O'Brien's organizing hand contained the floridity of the E Street Band, and Springsteen, trading in his troubadour's drawl for a crooner's open throat, found the plain-spoken truth in pop's sentimentality. It sounded just like the sun going down.

Several songs on "Dream" aim for the same exquisite mood as that one, and occasionally -- on the married-couple love songs "This Life" and "Kingdom of Days" -- Springsteen and crew come close. But they're just as likely to overdo it.

"Queen of the Supermarket," the album's low point, illustrates the consequences of over-flavoring a song, an understandable error for an album artist trying to concentrate his gifts. Roy Bittan's meditative piano opens the track, which has Springsteen moving among the aisles stealing glimpses of his grocery-bagging Beatrice. Had it stayed that spare and mellow, the song might have produced chills. Instead, disco strings, mounting backing vocals and pounding drums turn it into a Broadway number. And the lyrics just don't earn the high kicks.

It's "The Wrestler," the bonus track that won a Golden Globe for its appearance in the Darren Aronofsky film of the same name, that most clearly realizes Springsteen's undying gift. Tacked on to this shiny package like a worn leather bracelet its owner just can't throw out, the song is ancient-school Springsteen: a terse ballad about a beautiful loser, simply arranged around acoustic guitar and modulated keyboards, that gently builds into a secular hymn.

It's the kind of song that says more than its words convey because the listener knows it's part of something bigger. Somewhere -- in this case, in a film, but also in the other songs Springsteen has written that give a different bruised face and gritty voice to the same man -- the song's story continues. That's how folk ballads work.

Springsteen might be bored of being their champion, but nobody serves them better, even still, than him.

--Ann Powers

Bruce Springsteen and the E Street Band
"Working on a Dream"
Columbia
2.5 stars

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