Let’s just hope they get out another album this good before Scott uses Dean’s nail polish without asking, or Robert forgets to put his bass away, and the band is thrust into true MTV-land turmoil. Judging by the album’s honesty and invigorating energy, the Stone Temple Pilots are over the drama of the past and ready to rock forward. The songs are fully separated and incredibly clear - the bass is deep, the guitar squeals, the drums rumble, and the vocals soar. Complete with roaring guitar riffs, a preening lead singer, and some pretty ballads, it is a big, beautiful, Stones-y album.īrendan O’Brien’s hi-fi recording style is a testament to this love of pure rock. Shangri La is reminiscent of the ’60s or maybe the ’80s - it has that timeless, classic rock feel. And amidst the emo/pastoral/noise/math/art-rock overload, it is strangely refreshing. By Peter Makowski published 17 January 18.
But in the end, Shangri La Dee Da is just a solid rock and roll album.
The video for “Days of the Week” presents STP as spaced-out glam guys and the cover art portrays them as color-dripping neo-hippies. On “Coma” his voice even imitates a scratchy guitar.
Songs like “Long Way Home” maintain the guttural growling of the first album, while “Hello It’s Late” and “Black Again” lean towards glam-rock crooning. You’re watching the official music video for 'Creep' from Stone Temple Pilots’ album Core released on Atlantic Records in 1992. Sprinkled with strung-out psychedelia, punk pulsations, and poppy melodies, it provides an ideal context for Scott’s ever-shifting vocal styles. Shangri La Dee Da is a complex and genre-bending joyride. “Too Cool Queenie”, a song about a vindictive siren who prompts her musician-husband’s suicide, seems to point hot-pink fingernails at America’s favorite bitch, Courtney Love. A band that has intentionally held back over the past 12 years is now baring all, or at least enough to get fans pretty damn excited.įrom battling the past in “Dumb Love” (“Alcohol, it’s a lie”) to being a dad in “A Song for Sleeping” (“You’re more than beautiful / And you’re my son”), the lyrics are sincere and gripping - and often times scathing. And if that isn’t MTV worthy enough, the entire undertaking was caught on film by photographer Chapman Baehler.īecause STP were literally recording in the living room, Shangri La displays an earnestness and a level of comfort not heard on previous albums. Shangri La Dee Da was written and recorded in the same Malibu villa where Scott showered (mmm…early ’90s fantasies are suddenly flooding back) and Eric made toast. Headlining MTV’s “Return of the Rock” tour last fall must have rubbed off on STP - as soon as the trek ended, the band moved into its very own Real World inspired dream house. But more importantly, you get Shangri La Dee Da, Stone Temple Pilots’ rollickin’ fifth album. Lyrics of COMA by Stone Temple Pilots: Nobody sees it, Nobody hears it, Nobody breathin' in a coma, So keep your secret, Your perfect secrets, It's just a. Tar and feathers hide your feelingsIf you even know the meaningYour high road is overratedYou left your guru out there hangin'Don't stayDon't stayYour appetite's insatiableDevouring one thousand soulsIt's more or less the same ole storyThe prince and the whore - the lady.Don't stayDon't stayNobody sees it (nobody sees it)Nobody hears it (nobody hears it)Nobody breathin' in a comaSo keep your secret (so keep your secret)Your perfect secrets (your perfect secrets)It's just a game but no one's playin'In a coma lying, waitingDesire fills the lonely cravingSo many trampled-under footwearBut more to fill the trophy cases.What happens when you take four band members, put them up in an idyllic beach house, and film their every move? Well yes, you do get that already classic episode of The Real World Meets Bands on the Run guest-starring Pamela Anderson.
Tar and feathers hide your feelingsIf you even know the meaningYour high road is overratedYou left your guru out there hangin'Don't stayDon't stayYour appetite's insatiableDevouring one thousand soulsIt's more or less the same ole storyThe prince and the whore - the lady.Don't stayDon't stayNobody sees it (nobody sees it)Nobody hears it (nobody hears it)Nobody breathin' in a comaSo keep your secret (so keep your secret)Your perfect secrets (your perfect secrets)It's just a game but no one's playin'In a coma lying, waitingDesire fills the lonely cravingSo many trampled-under footwearBut more to fill the trophy cases.Don't stayDon't stayNobody sees it (nobody sees it)Nobody hears it (nobody hears it)Nobody breathin' in a comaSo keep your secret (so keep your secret)Your perfect secrets (your perfect secrets)It's just a game but no one's playin'Nobody sees it (nobody sees it)Nobody hears it (nobody hears)Nobody breathin' in a comaSo keep your secret (so keep your secret)Your perfect secrets (your perfect secrets)It's just a game but no one's playin'