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Rhett Miller

The Believer (Verve Forecast)

By Noah W. Bailey

Published on March 02, 2006

Old 97's front man Rhett Miller may believe his second solo album sounds like "George Gershwin does T. Rex's The Slider," but unfortunately for us, The Believer comes off more like Semisonic meets whoever wrote Rent, with the former hometown boy abandoning his twangy Texas roots on nearly every track. While Miller's lyrics have often walked a fine line between clever and cringe-worthy, The Believer contains some of his worst, from the embarrassing chorus of "Help Me, Suzanne" ("You gave me the reason/for feeling like I do/You gave me the reason/I'd like to thank you") to the excruciating first verse of "Meteor Shower" ("Love/gets you in the gut/Takes the top off of your head/and makes you wish that you were dead"). George Drakoulis' overproduction doesn't help matters, smothering the sometimes-stately pop arrangements (featuring horns and a string section) with a grocery-floor sheen your mother will surely enjoy as she hums along to the radio-ready "Brand New Way" on the frozen food aisle (goodbye Barley House, hello VH1!). It's sadly telling that the only great tracks here are a rehashed 97's song ("Singular Girl," which misses Murry Hammond's harmonies) and an old Ranchero Brothers chestnut ("Fireflies," done here as a sweet country-soul duet with Rachel "She's not Norah Jones, but she'll do" Yamagata). And Rhett, no matter how many versions you record--the 97's version, the album-closing synthesized strings version here, the French (French!) B-side version--I will die before I let anyone play "Question" at my wedding.



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