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Matthews eventually squares up to that greed and concomitant cruelty. Before and after, Matthews took care not to overstate his life as a young white man in South Africa, around for the beginning of the end of apartheid; he has assiduously avoided inserting himself into abuse that his heritage can never fully allow him to understand. The band treats the subject with the reverence it deserves. Beauford taps out a simple beat over grayed guitar chords.
Tinsley and Moore stretch long, woebegone tones behind it, the drapery blocking the sun from a room full of mourners. Though written about apartheid after its end, the song feels prescient for the United States 25 years later, a smoldering lament for a country of Blue Lives Matter banners that flap even as state-sponsored violence rages on.
Crash is dark, frustrated, and vulnerable, no matter how many hacky sack circles or light-beer-flavored makeout sessions its songs soundtracked. Crash is an album that actually longs to lift you up, not break you down.
No act was more important to my rural childhood life, exposing me to so many musical ideas in the course of a single album that here I am, still pondering them. But all those complaints check out.
But the Dave Matthews Band fared well in the end. Their ultimate rejoinder to critics, however, was that they were right on Crash —right to pursue whatever sounds they loved, right to pile one unlikely element atop another, right to be weird in earnest.
A complete accounting of those that Crash influenced is both impossible and useless, an endless index of guitar strummers and kinetic drummers. More important than any single musician it helped shape, Crash helped give a generation of upstarts permission to do whatever they wanted with their own music. That sort of broad philosophical inspiration was altogether different than what Nirvana , Pavement , or most every other rock act cooler than the Dave Matthews Band supplied at the same time.
He is marveling at the tight-cornered rhythmic maze the band has navigated at top speed. It is, as he insists, bad as shit. But it sounds deeply felt and sincere, the core characteristics that always made Crash more compelling than its critics dared to admit. Get the Sunday Review in your inbox every weekend. Sign up for the Sunday Review newsletter here. Skip to content Search query All Results. Pitchfork is the most trusted voice in music.
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