Volume 93, Issue 44

Wednesday, November 17, 1999


Dogma lightly bites at traditions

Pokemon is totally okey-dokey, mon

Marcy not a playground bully

Bush perfects derivative formula

Bush perfects derivative formula

The Science of Things

With their new album The Science of Things, Bush has made one thing clear to the music world – they've perfected the science of making albums on which every track sounds exactly the same.

This release demonstrates Bush's obvious shortcomings. Although he's nearly perfected the guttural singing style, frontman Gavin Rossdale has a very limited vocal range. This style was relatively permissible on the band's first two albums – it's now tiring to hear him rehash the same clichéd sound. There's no variance here – Rossdale sounds exactly the same in almost every song.

Although Bush tries to be innovative on this record, a pattern emerges which is very congruent with Rossdale's inability to vary the vocals. Almost every track features computerized sounds mixed with a charged fury of power chords and garage noise. Buzz-saw guitar riffs and thundering drums are effective when used properly, but on The Science of Things it's hard to figure out where one rock assault ends and the next begins.

The only salvageable aspect to this record is Rossdale's lyrics, which sometimes seem both genuine and interesting. Unfortunately, the themes of frustration, loneliness and ambition seem far more impressive when read from the album cover than when played on the stereo.

The Science of Things will probably still be a commercial success – the band has a large enough following and Rossdale's appeal to the female audience cannot be denied. However, it's a record that's largely destined to collect dust on shelves around the world.

This is basically the equivalent of alt-rock elevator music – totally unmemorable.

–Chris Lackner

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