| As hard as
it is to believe now, the Cranberries (at the time,
cranberries, e e cummings style) were once kind of a
refreshing change of pace. Back before grunge was dead,
when flannel and distortion were the order of the day,
three lads and one shy girl from Ireland making wispy,
dreamy pop felt just about right as a palate cleanser.
Thereafter, the band became an exemplar of how
success and ego can ruin a perfectly good thing. Inspired
by the bad example of their countrymen U2, the Cranberries
-- especially songbird Dolores O'Riordan -- took to
a bombast that works against their strengths and an
attempt at social consciousness clearly out of their
intellectual and artistic reach. It's not that their
entire output after their debut has been awful, but
they've earned the enmity of anyone with working ears
just for "Zombie" and "Animal Instinct," both to be
ranked among the most aggressively awful and grating
singles of the past ten years. And we'll never be
sure whether the world is a better place thanks to
such deep thoughts as "Bosnia was so unkind."
So
they released a record last year, Wake Up and Smell
the Coffee, that succeeds modestly inasmuch as
it rehashes their quiet early days. It's tough to
imagine the Cranberries resisting their shriller tendencies
while playing to the not-so-cheap-seats at the Greek,
so approach this gig with extreme caution, if at all.
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