A while
back, I reviewed Brave Saint Saturn’s trilogy of albums, but I’ve never written
about Five Iron Frenzy, the band from which Brave Saint Saturn was a
spin-off. Though massively different in
both style and sensibility, I love Five Iron Frenzy pretty much equally for
altogether different reason. During
their nine years together, the Christian ska/rock group made a lot of great
music, but for my maiden post on their stuff, I’m writing about their final
release. (‘Cause I’m sensical like
that.)
It
really makes a difference that Five Iron created this album knowing that they
were disbanding. It’s not just the last
there is – it’s a farewell, and notes of that farewell echo through the entire
record. Some songs are explicitly about
the demise of the band. “It was Beautiful”
looks back on memories of the opportunities they had together and everything
they saw/did while touring. “See the
Flames Begin to Crawl” essentially throws a Viking funeral for the band,
offering up images of smashed guitars and drum kits before setting it all
ablaze; although the fans “demand [their] survival,” the song rhapsodizes them
as the ones to carry on the legacy. And “That’s
How the Story Ends” spins every crazy, goofy ditty Five Iron ever concocted into
a Poe-esque tale charged with finality and tongue-in-cheek melodrama.
While
these songs all provide overt references to the End in the album’s name, the
death of Five Iron peeks through in other, subtler ways. The opening track, “Cannonball,” is almost
funereal in its recklessness. In the
song, the speaker – who describes himself as the titular cannonball – knows he’s
plummeting to the earth and won’t survive, but he’s accepts it calmly as “what
[he] was made for.” And if we look to
the other bookend, “On Distant Shores” ends the album on a further
contemplation of mortality. The chorus of
course seems to allude to Heaven, pledging to meet God “on distant shores,” and
the song also samples Dylan Thomas’s “Do Not Go Gentle into that Good Night,”
one of the most blatant death poems ever, or at least among those not written by
Emily Dickinson. (Incidentally, Thomas
wrote the poem, not about impending death, but impending blindness. The literary world has spoken, however, and
since any published work no longer belongs solely to the author, society at
large has made their own ideas about the poem’s meaning.) Yet, like the songs I discussed in the
previous paragraph, “On Distant Shores” doesn’t only look ahead to the end; it
also looks back, ending in an impassioned reprise of the last stanza of “Every
New Day,” one of Five Iron’s best-regarded songs.
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