Showing posts with label Enuff Z'nuff. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Enuff Z'nuff. Show all posts

Sep 15, 2011

Enuff Z'nuff, "Fly High Michelle"

Haters Gonna Hate Enuff Z'nuff, Fly High Michelle 

THE VIDEO Enuff Z'nuff, "Fly High Michelle," Enuff Z'nuff, 1989, Atlantic 

SAMPLE LYRIC "Why'd you have to give it up? / (Fly high Michelle) / Well you was just a little girl / (Fly high Michelle) / I'll never look into your blue eyes / (Fly high Michelle)" 

THE VERDICT Okay people, I'm warning you now: I'm mad stressed out this week what with school starting again and all, and so I have seriously poured myself like a Big Gulp of haterade for this one (and I'm using my SummerSlam Slurpee straws!). 

Enuff Z'nuff fans, back away from your computers (or just look at the pretty pictures. Ooh, rainbows!). So the faithful reader who suggested this is right that the "cutting edge graphics of rainbows, doves and lightning" in this video "should never go ignored." 

In fact, as you watch this video they are pretty much impossible to ignore — you can barely see the dang band! There are rainbows, doves, balloons, and clouds flying around everywhere. It's like a Lisa Frank notebook exploded. Or like they designed it based on the Trapper Keeper I got circa 1986. 

I know. It's a sad song. I shouldn't be making fun of a song that Donnie Vie actually wrote about a friend's suicide. But I'm sorry, it's just an awful, drippy, monotonous song, and all the CGI rainbows in the world can't change that. 

If you want to listen to a metal song about suicide, just go straight to "Don't Close Your Eyes." If you want to listen to a metal song about someone named Michelle, why not "My Michelle"

I mean jeepers jolly, Enuff Z'nuff are just not a very good band. Now I know plenty of people out there will disagree with me. Allmusic, for example, describe Poison and Warrant as "disposable" but Enuff Z'nuff as merely "mispackaged power pop." They act like the entire mainstream of metal was the sort of weird aberration (referring to it as the "ill-fated hair-metal craze"), and like Enuff Z'nuff are somehow on the level of Cheap Trick

Uh no. And I don't even mean Cheap Trick circa 1988. (Come on, you remember "The Flame"!) We won't even go near "Dream Police."

Enuff Z'nuff, Fly High Michelle 

There are soo many bands that got "mispackaged" as metal at the time, basically due to the musicians being white, male, and having hair that was longer than chin-length. And yes, there are some where the level of "mispackaging" is debatable, and the talent is definitely not (Tesla are the perfect example of this). Others though are just terrible bands, and I'm sorry, but Enuff Z'nuff is one of them. 

Who else is in this club? Okay, well Nelson spring to mind instantaneously. Even if they put "(Can't Live Without Your) Love and Affection" on the second Metal Mania Stripped... and even if it is a pretty solid pop song... and even if Stephanie Seymour dumped one of them for Axl (I can't remember which one — I think Matt), Nelson are just not metal

Or what about Bad English? Put on leather jackets and tease up your hair all you want John Waite, you're still the dude who's most known for "Missing You." (You know, "I ain't missing you at all!"

And I mean, Neal Schon? Journey have some great songs, but Journey ain't metal. Long story short, I know I like some cheesy stuff, but "When I See You Smile" makes me want to projectile vomit. 

Another prime suspect: I don't care if Billy Sheehan's the bassist. Mr. Big are a brutally awful band, and another perfect example of a "lumped in" or "mispackaged" or whatever you want to call it situation. 

Actually, if I could guess what band Mr. Big most wanted to be, I'd have to guess Tesla (I mean "Green-Tinted Sixties Mind"?). Instead though, they are whining about waiting in line to be with a girl. It's not even sloppy seconds here, it's like filthy fifths! Ew! And I'm sorry, but lines like "build up your confidence, so you can be on top for once" are basically just guaranteed panty-droppers for girls with low self-esteem. (Sorry, I warned you I was in a dark mood!) 

Oh my gosh, I got so into this rant I totally forgot about the video. It's weird too, because I generally hate arguments about what "is" and "isn't" metal, 'cause overall, in case you haven't noticed, I'm pretty inclusive. I'll go glam, I'll do thrash, I like lyrical, I like speed. But yeah, I guess what I hate is bad, guitar-based pop by long-haired guys that confuses people into thinking it's metal.

Enuff Z'nuff, Fly High Michelle 

Long story short, I freakin' hate Extreme. (That should get me some hate mail. But seriously, one of my greatest fears is that I'll be trapped in a confined space and "Hole Hearted" will be playing on repeat. If I were like, in one of those Saw movies, that would be the thing that happened to me. I'd destroy myself trying to escape Gary Cherone!) 

Okay, video, video, video. Basically, we are in a rainy, computer-generated sort-of New York City (there does appear to be something like the Empire State building and the Chrysler building, but no WTC). 

Everything is in black and white until Donnie Vie drops his goofy John Lennon glasses, which suddenly begin sprouting rainbows. Though we see the band getting onto a tour bus, next thing we know they're playing the song on a cloud. And naturally, a model-type girl with straight blond hair and a neon green dress is picking up the glasses and putting them on. That's when things start getting really nuts. 

Rainbows are shooting every which way, the same dove keeps flying across the frame, and the clouds are genuinely obscuring what's going on. Yeah, we get close-ups of Donnie's face, and Chip Z'nuff impersonating Like a Virgin-era Madonna, but that's about it. 

Oh wait, until all the balloons. Somehow, the girl with the glasses gets hold of a bunch of balloons, and they take her up into the sky above the city. Balloons start flying freakin' everywhere! The girl floats past the band's cloud, and Donnie tries to grab her, but she just keeps going. This makes things get a bit darker, and lightning starts shooting all over the place. 

And how did I forget to mention the giant full moon that is in the background of virtually every shot? Guess I'm just being lazy. Okay. 

So I know I made like, the same points I made last time I talked about Enuff Z'nuff. But I think that's 'cause sometimes enough is enough! And after that gigundo "November Rain" post, I'm still a bit spent. I'll be back in the swing of things soon enough though, just you wait. 

P.S.: When I'm in this kind of mood, you should probably read the whole post to yourself in the voice of Carl from ATHF.

Jan 28, 2010

Enuff Z'Nuff, "New Thing"

What Not to Wear
Enuff Z'Nuff, New Thing
THE VIDEO Enuff Z'Nuff, "New Thing," Enuff Z'Nuff, 1989, Atco

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SAMPLE LYRIC "Get hiiiiiii-iiiiiii-iiiiiiii-iiiiiiiiiii-iiiiiiiigh on a new thing / get hiiiiiii-iiiiiii-iiiiiiii-iiiiiiiiiii-iiiiiiiigh on a new thing / Get hiiiiiii-iiiiiii-iiiiiiii-iiiiiiiiiii-iiiiiiiigh on a new thing / Get hiiiiiii-iiiiiii-iiiiiiii-iiiiiiiiiii-iiiiiii-iiiiiiii-iiiiiiiiiii-iiiiiii-iiiiiiii-iiiiiiiiiii-iiiiiiiigh on a new thing!"

THE VERDICT You have to feel kind of bad making fun of ENuff Z'nuff. What can we really do to them that they haven't already done to themselves? Much as I bemoan Trixter or Slaughter, it's the bands who really tried to force glam to keep happening at the very end -- think Nitro or Tuff -- who really get unbearable. But nothing, nothing compares to Enuff Z'Nuff. Except for maybe Nelson, and at least their songs were singable (cue me getting "Love and Affection" stuck in my head. I'm like Cartman with "Come Sail Away," except I'm like that with every song I know. It's a friggin' curse).

Anyway. Even more than any of the bands mentioned above, Enuff Z'Nuff repulsed me even at the time. Yes, you heard that right. As a ten-year-old (albeit one with enough taste in music to hate New Kids on the Block) I thought this band was awful. And no, I'm not backing off it just because allmusic claims we totally don't get them. I know good hard-rock-tinged power pop when I hear it, and this is not it. Want some? Listen to Gilby Clarke's old band Candy. With this band, I just. Can't. Do. It. This song is so hideously repetitive it is hard to make it through more than 30 seconds, which luckily you don't really need to since it just repeats anyway.

The bigger story here is the visual -- which blablabla, that was their problem all along and why no one understood them, blablabla. I'm sorry, but enough really is enough on that one, okay? We've heard it all before. Can't we just be honest and admit that this was not a very good band? Okay, moving on to the visual. This video looks like Lisa Frank threw up all over it. Sure, there aren't any unicorns or kittens, but aren't you kind of surprised there aren't? (Snap, it would improve the video if there were.)

Enuff Z'Nuff, New Thing

About half the video consists of close-ups of Donnie Vie's face, headband, and ridiculous John Lennon glasses. The rest is Derek Frigo and his dozen or so colorful guitars, Chip Z'nuff doing some kind of Sandra Bernhard impression in a police hat and Ray-Bans, and the occasional shot of Vikki Foxx looking like a long-lost member of the Runaways. All of this occurs on a backdrop of over-sized neon paint splatters -- I feel like the director watched a bunch of Look What the Cat Dragged In-era Poison videos and was like "if only these were more colorful...."

This is interspersed with genuinely bizarre footage of models dressed in 60s clothing dancing around with peace signs, driving in and then cleaning a convertible, and then holding some kind of funeral on a little astroturf lawn. I'm not making this up people, but if you can't endure the video, you'll just have to trust me that this really happens. It's like a really bad episode of Laugh In. Or like a bad trip.

Coincidentally, this song is about a bad trip. Okay, maybe it's about getting out of a bad relationship and meeting someone new, but all the repetition about "getting hi-iiiiiii-iiiiiiii-iiiiiiiiiii-igh" implies it's about, you know, getting high. Apparently as an alternative to suicide. Why are their two most well-known songs about suicide? And why do they use the word "high" so dang much?

Ugh, I want to find something redeeming here, but it's like this band just gets crappier. Well, all these bright colors are perking up my blog a bit. There, I said something nice.