CD/DVD Review: Staind - Live From Mohegan Sun
Armoury Records/Eagle Vision
All Access Review: B-
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| Staind - Live from Mohegan Sun 2012 |
Not to denigrate what is surely a fine facility, blessed with great acoustics and first-class accommodations, but
the Mohegan Sun Arena doesn’t exactly have the cachet of a Fillmore East – or
West for that matter – or a Marquee Club. That’s neither here nor there as it
relates to the quality of Staind’s new concert CD and DVD releases. It’s just a
sad commentary on the times that live albums are now coming out of tourist-trap
casinos with very little character to speak of and named after faceless corporations. “Come for the loosest slots in the Nutmeg State, stay for
the family-friendly rock” – that has a real ring to it, doesn’t it?
On Nov. 25, 2011, alt-metal kingpins Staind, closing in on
20 years of existence, brought their never-ending supply of glum, emotionally
draining dirges to Connecticut, where the Mohegan Sun welcomes visitors with
open arms and probably a free continental breakfast. Documented on both CD and a
vividly filmed DVD, out now on Armoury Records and Eagle Vision, Staind’s Live From Mohegan Sun perfectly
encapsulates what makes them so compelling and, at the same time, so maddening.
Capable of unleashing impossibly heavy, crushing grooves that methodically twist
and turn like monstrous, pre-historic snakes, Staind wreaks havoc with rhythmic earthquakes and blustery storm surges of power chords in writhing, punishing sonic apocalypses like “Spleen,” “Eyes
Wide Open” and “Falling,” before bulldozing the ruins with earth-movers “Paper Wings” and “Mudshovel,” two immense sonic juggernauts. Then, right on cue, Staind – baring its dark,
scarred soul in Aaron Lewis’s uncomfortably personal and anguished lyrics –
will fall into old, familiar patterns like a married couple that doesn’t know its
relationship died years ago.
And a collection like this, where so much of Staind’s
catalog is laid out end to end for public consumption, brings their faults into
the harsh light of day, when for the most, they’ve been hidden in atmospheres as
dank and devoid of sun as the windowless basements of serial killers. Occasionally
off-key on this particular night, Lewis, modulating ever so slightly up and
down over the top of poorly mixed sound, can’t help but fall in love with trawling the same melodic passages over
and over again, especially on the trudging, labored versions of “So Far Away”
and “Right Here” performed here. And with Tool as their muse, Staind moves
cautiously; their riffs almost seem like they’re stalking prey, before rising
up and bringing the hammer down to complete the cycle of fairly predictable
loud-soft dynamics.
Unfortunately, Staind isn’t nearly as adventurous as Tool,
preferring to remain on those well-worn pathways those famously publicity-shy
prog-metallers have tread and never daring to venture as far into the unknown
as their spirit guides. Yet, Staind’s formula has certainly served them well considering their rather unassuming, but enviable, chart success, that tension and
synergy between quiet meditation and staggering volume, along with seductive
melodic undercurrents and Lewis’s wounded, self-flagellating poetry, making “It’s Been
Awhile” such an affecting and moving song … and a massive hit. That piece is practically
a religious experience for the Mohegan Sun congregation.
What Staind can’t overcome, however, is how heavy-lidded and
narcoleptic they can be in concert, “Fade” and “For You” slumbering more deeply
than the rest of Staind's live work. Certainly the DVD illustrates, in stark terms, how stationary
and static – despite the constant head-banging – they are onstage, even if the high-definition
images are lush and colorful, and the sweeping wide shots are absolutely epic.
It’s almost as if somebody told Staind that if they moved from where they were standing,
a sniper would pick them off one by one from the balcony. And their obstinately
ponderous riffs and rhythms, often as black as molasses and just as thick and
syrupy, can slow to the point where the temptation to nudge Staind a
little to see if they can pick up the pace is almost irresistible.
Comparing the two deep set lists, both of them mixing generous portions of old and new Staind stuff, the DVD has an extra track in “Country
Boy” the CD lacks, and among its bonus features are an engaging and honest interview with
the band and a special look at guitarist Mike Mushok’s live rig that should please gearheads. But this is
one occasion when the visual aspect of seeing the band play live doesn’t really
set it all that far apart from only hearing the performance. Like Creed, Staind
knows how to build big drama, and skeptics may say they do so only to cynically pander to their audiences. That criticism may not be fair, but anybody who sits down to a buffet of Staind as long as this one should wish for more consistency and attention to detail.
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Peter Lindblad
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