Videos by American Songwriter
Jeffrey Dean Foster
The Arrow
(Self released)
Rating: 3.5 out of 5 stars
For reasonsĀ that are incomprehensible to many of us, Power Pop is a bit like having a high IQ. Many covet it, many would like to have, but the whole topic is just too embarrassing to talk about. Maybe Jeffrey Dean Fosterās new CD, The Arrow (Angel Skull Records), will change all that. Produced by the legendary Mitch Easter, the guy who helped REM achieve solid liftoff, Fosterās new album is so full of strong yet winsome melodies, catchy hooks and vocals that thankfully owe nothing to Eddie Vedderās ridiculous, rocks-in-the-mouth phrasing, that maybe, like being smart, it will be soon be cool to cop to the fact that you like tuneful Rock. Hey, The Beatles invented it, Pete Townshend named it. So whatās the problem?
Foster kicks off the proceedings with Life Is Sweet, a kickass rocker, that sports Keef-syle guitar, the estimable Uptown Horns and Fosterās singular voice: he sounds either like a young Ian Hunter or a less pitch-challenged Jonathan Richman. Add Easterās wonderfully-widescreen production and a melancholy message (āLife is sweet/But it doesnāt lastā) and you have a song that hangs in your head like a fishhook all day.
When You Break, a paean to love and loyalty (āYou can even set fire to my mandolin/And Iāll still be your friendā) continues the beauty and strength of the record. Featuring a fuzztone guitar and a pedal steel, itās tough to categorize, but that makes no difference when you find yourself singing it in the shower. As if to prove that some albums are made to be heard in their entirety, Foster reprises lines from When You Break several cuts later, on the ominous, banjo-driven I Will Understand. Thatās the way the whole record goes. Songs echo other songs, leitmotifs about friendship and love keep recurring, but intentionally or intuitively, not because the artist doesnāt know what to say next. Although it doesnāt try to boast any thematic pretensions, Arrowās songs hang together like the House of Representatives. Except, you know, theyāre incredibly likable.
Along with Jeffrey Dean Fosterās incisive writing and Easterās airy production, you will also notice another REM alum, Don Dixon playing on the record. Aside from it being so damn tuneful and Fosterās winning Pop-cum-Appalachian voice, this record, in the best sense couldāve come out in the ā80s, when those four boys from Athens made such a splash. Hey, whatever you want to call it, they made Power Pop and did okay, didnāt they? So weāll just dispense with the āPā word, if it makes you feel more comfortable. Just listen to The Arrow. If the target Foster is aiming at is your heart? Bullseye!