Regularly a person whose life is turned upside-down by a band will follow this band and forgive every little mistake. Every bad album as “well, it was an off year.” Forgive the social faux pas of the singer for getting drunk while chatting up Sigourney Weaver or the like. Such things happen in the lives of all major bands who make it big or at least appear to do so.
Take for example Linkin Park. Hybrid AWESOMENESS. And now? Ask a die-hard LP fan… “Yeah, cool, I mean, they have ‘evolved’ their sound.” Evolved? Really? Not… sold out to the devil? And the devil is always that 3 letter word: POP. You know it, I know it, heck, even Beethoven knew it, too. Pop music is the abomination which causes aural desolation. Your favorite band and a duet with Lady Gaga? Heaven forbid.
So how is it that I, one of the greatest fans of Zdob si Zdub, the Moldovan ethno-rock band, can come to look on their latest album as an anathema? Let me digress to a little history. A not so brief background of my relationship to this band…
In 2001 I was living in Chisinau and went to the Bastille Day Festival put on by the French Embassy. That night I saw several bands but only one held my fascination: Zdob si Zdub. Their quirky mix of RHCP stylings, ethnic instruments and awesome showmanship brought a result which has lasted with me to this very day.
I bought a copy of Tabera Noastra (the only album I’ve ever used so many times that it had to be buried in consecrated soil after use) and immediately fell in love. I asked a friend to write out the Romanian words to a few songs so that I could learn the words (I was learning Russian and not Romanian at the time, so it was difficult to switch gears – I will address this language issue shortly). Dima complied and I cherished those pages of printed text. The most amazing songs. The greatest music to bound around the apartment and look foolish while shouting. Ask Sergei Babaraika, if you wish. He’ll testify to my foolish antics.
I stood out in the rain on release day for HOURS awaiting Agroromantica. A good friend went with me and I jumped line to meet the band while they signed autographs in Green Hills Botanica. I can still tell you the EXACT order they were seated in. I can tell you how surprised they were to have an American going wild over their music. Mihai talked to my friend and asked again and again why I was so interested. She was baffled, too, I think. I bought the tape cassette since they hadn’t received the CD’s from the record company yet. I later bought one of those, too. Both got used too many times for reason to allow.
Fast forward a few years: January 2004 I get the latest CD, 450 de oi, as my birthday present from my wife. How blissful! How perfect the gift! I loved it. I subjected her to the CD more times than she would have admitted. She wisely pointed out “This has so much pop music in it. Why do you like it?” I shrugged it off and put the song “Ruta Ruta” on and started thrashing around in the car. I had begun the excuses.
In 2007, I helped the band with English for a little while. Gave them a few lessons and some pointers on pronunciation. Basically for free. I still loved this band. They gave me an Ethnomecanica shirt which I still wear every week. EVERY SINGLE WEEK. I began to dislike them slowly, steadily beginning with this “album.” I use that word with disdain and a satiric tone. Boonika Beat the Band, if you ask me. Eurovision ruined the last vestiges of the old Zdubii.
Now. Белое Вино/Красное вино?
жопа. That’s right, I called it жопа. Pure and unadorned pop poop. It comes right out of the bowels of a Russian need for the “peripheral” regions. Ethnic music which is looked at as quaint and simple. Silly. Foolish. Unsophisticated. “We Moskvichi know culture, but this is fun for being drunk and screaming along to while trying to remember if Chisinau is still considered a real place or not.” That is what this album is. It is Russia mocking the greatest band from Moldova. It is an indictment of the great musical minds of Mihai Gincu and Roman Iagupov.
THERE IS NOT A SINGLE ROMANIAN SONG. Even “Hardcore Moldovanesc” is in Russian. This is not funny. This is not even sad. This is a catastrophe. I recant my love for this band. I disavow knowledge of their existence.
Technically? Oh, you want to know if I can separate the politics from the quality itself?
Ok.
So: on guitars the old “Rizhik” is back, Sveatoslav Starus, so you have the brilliant melodies which he is known for. He brings a semblance of old Zdubii back with that. Well done, him. Mihai, as always, is technically perfect. Roman is lyrically energetic in such a way that the Energizer Bunny is jealous. The horns are crisp and clean. But that’s about it. The content of the songs is worthless.
Each and every song is horrible on the new album, here’s why:
Stop Mafia! – Lapis Trubetskoy? Really? You couldn’t get more cheesy pop unless you got the guys from Bi*2 to try and work in the song Fellini. No, stop. Don’t try that. Splin are still wondering how Bi*2 stole that songs from them in the first place.
Goal. – No, I refuse to spell it out and use their punctuation. This song is for Spartak Moskva to use in warm ups, right? or maybe it was for Zenit? Who cares, it is for when the Russian mighty footballists want to mock plucky little Sheriff, the only Moldovan team to make it to any international level prestige.
Nevesta – I take back what I said about Lapis Trubetskoy. Mummi Troll’? Seriously. <BARF>
HCMD – The original song which made them Zdubii and not just another Russian pseudo-core band. …and now it is ruined. <фигня>
White Wine/Red Wine – I like Bregovic. You are not Bregovic. You are Zdubii. Remember that. You need to be original and not simply ride the coat-tails of the great Serbian musician, despite the world hunger for ethnic music.
Telege – OK, a Mashina Vremeni cover. Wait. That’s the high point of this popsa album?! Crap. IT’S A COVER. NOTHING ORIGINAL ON THIS WHOLE ALBUM…
Okay, I could go on and on. I could talk about how some songs sound like they were stolen from Lube or early stuff by Nochnie Snaypery and so forth. I won’t do so. I said it just now and let me reiterate: this album is a joke. Nothing in Romanian. No original material. Nothing that makes me want to respect the band any longer. They have sold out. So dismally sold out to pop music and fame.
Let me end with this personal story:
I was at Peninsula Festival in 2007 and got to talk with the guys from Zdubii before their gig. They were complaining that they weren’t on the big stage but on the secondary one which featured bands that I personally held the greatest respect for. I told them that the bands on the big stage were popsa. They were commercial groups with no soul. Mihai turns and says, “…but we are commercial.” I nearly cried. I tried to reason with him, “But you are high art. You are creative.” He continued to get ready for the show. Mihai, my personal musical hero who still has great taste in music, had accepted his fate: Commericalized Pop Crap. Thank you, Eurovision, thank you.
RIP – Zdob si Zdub 1997-2004
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