
Artist: Stockholm Syndrome
Album: Derek Webb
Year: 2009
Label: INO Records/Columbia Records
Website: http://derekwebb.com/
Myspace: http://www.myspace.com/derekwebb
Facebook: http://www.facebook.com/derekwebb
Twitter: @derekwebb @ssyndrome
Buy: iTunes - Amazon - Official Store
Sounds Like: Caedmon’s Call, Justin Timberlake, U2, Coldplay, Radiohead, Moby, John Mellencamp, Gnarls Barkley, The Beatles, Jars Of Clay, Ringside, Wilco, Madlib, Steve Taylor, Portishead, Doug Pinnick, David Bazaan, Massive Attack, Thom Yorke, Bob Dylan, J.D. Salinger, Over the Rhine, Beck, Joaquin Phoenix, John Reuben, Green Day, Depeche Mode, Bjork, Andrew Peterson, Rich Mullins, New Order, MuteMath
Rating: 5/5 ♥♥♥♥♥
Many times the controversy can be exquisite. Who would have thought that a former member of Caedmon’s Call, which is usually used to maintain a message far more reserved, it would be causing so much commotion with his new album “Stockholm Syndrome”? So, Derek Webb has created a symphony of crude but effective exaggerated spirituality. Tired of the acoustic side, with the support of his comrade Josh Moore (Bethany Dillon, Slim Thug, Bun B.), the album’s production is summarized in an eclectic collection of rock/pop and experimental electronic.
Fundamentally, Webb music mutation lies in the subtle use of electronic textures and that is how “Opening Credits” starts the disc with a similar flash to Radiohead. The metaphorical and affable “Black Eye” encapsulates a message about physical abuse in a relationship: “Time is no friend to the ones who wait / For daylight to come / Time looks the same at the ones who hate / And the ones that do nothing”. Fragile touches of jazz and hip-hop, culminating in a delirious prominence of synthesizers. “Cobra Con” trace electro-pop and hip-hop grooves, slow and not aggressive, but with a heavy rhythm reminiscent of Moby with those banjo chords and the chimera voice of Webb. It is a breath of perseverance and love to win the conflict, while the crazy reference of ask God to bless us in our sin: “God bless these bombs / Baptize this rope / Lie with us in the bed we’ve made”. Suddenly, seductive sounds invade our ears with “Freddie Please”, an open letter to a Reverend named Fred Phelps who hated homosexuals. The lyric is absorbed by the melodies that seem frozen in time (to be exact in the 50’s) in an almost ironic but radical way: “Freddie, please / How could you do this to me? / How could you tell me you love me / When you hate me? / Freddie, please / The stone’s been rolled away / But your picketing my grave / For lovin’ the things you hate / But why do you seek / The living among the dead?”. With “The Spirit vs. The Kick Drum”, Derek is confronted with the problems of modern church trapped in mundane trends and ignoring the essence and the most relevant things : “Like sex without love / Like peace without the dove / Like a crime scene without the blood / Like heaven without gates / Like hell without flames / Like life without pain / I don’t want the Father, you know I want a vending machine / I don’t want the Son, you know I want a jury of peers / I don’t want the Spirit, you know I want the kick drum”. Musically we could say that MuteMath and U2, gave voice cathedra to Webb, and he was forced to include fragments of organs and bass in a very organic way. We got to meet the apple of discord. The controversial “What Matters More” has caused even more critical than those told the apostle Paul for many years ago. Derek condemn the evangelical church in their obsessive zeal against homosexuality, but also focuses on prostitution as a convenience of our values or our fears and prejudices: “You say you always treat others like you wanted to be / You must love being hated for your sexuality / We can talk and debate it until were blue in the face / About the language and tradition that he’s coming to save / Meanwhile we sit just like we don’t give a shit / About 50,000 people that are dying today”. The details and arrangements of music in this track are profanely perfect. The political theme comes with “The State”, a bittersweet lament of how the church and the state attempted to join in marriage designing corruption, lack of morals and the current concept of power. Synchronously, “The Proverbial Gun” shows a quiet tension that uses both lyrics in the following lines: “Right and wrong were written on my heart / And not just in the laws that condemn me / Now with Caesar satisfied I can even do the things / That should offend me / Now I can buy the proverbial gun / And shoot the proverbial child / While my uncle looks me in the eye / And speaks of freedom”. An interesting study of the ambiguous nature of Eros relationship between a man and a woman is carved into the defiant “I Love/Hate You”. The protagonist loves the person who is singing about, but he also hates being tied to her: “But your love is a noose around my neck / I give up and I know I will regret it / Your love is a weight around my legs / But I don’t know who I am unless you’re holding me”. Honestly, I love the new face of Webb, which has added epic atmospheric sounds as heard in “Becoming A Slave”, which is injected with bells and pianos to produce a melodic formula of racial injustice and slavery summarized in one sentence: “It’s simple / It’s so simple / They’re not like us”. Unfortunately, it adds a kind of refrain in the end, which I think ruins the wonderful progression in a few seconds. “Jena & Jimmy” tells the story of a boy who attends a meeting and heard a girl talking about social injustice and changing the world, pretending to care and supporting everything she says with the only reason to end in bed with her: “She told him stories of social injustices and constitutional rights / He smirked and turned his head / ‘Just lighten up’ he said, ‘Baby we got all night’”. While “Heaven” may sound like an old hymn sound, it makes a stark indictment of how Christians live on earth, a chaotic portrait of profanity religious: “I heard Jesus Christ was there / He had a car that’s bulletproof / That way everyone is safe / From the man who tells the truth”. Like any album has slip, we find “What You Give Up To Get It”, that in comparison with their predecessors, it lacks creativity and musical flexibility; I would not compare it with Moby. Either way, tells us about the discernment and knowledge of the limits and sacrifices: “Like sex when you’re too young / Like home when you’re too drunk / Like fame for what you’re not / Like joy that you bought / Stand back / You love it now but it’s too much”. Finally, “American Flag Umbrella” sticks with pianos, freedom and equality. It talks about justice that is often intuitively counterproductive with mercy and forgiveness: “Please take your hands off my brother / Please take your laws off my lover / The agents of law should always be blind and on time / Till there’s freedom for everyone”.
“Stockholm Syndrome” is a theological reform that shakes the modern church, trying to make their deviant ways to react to give hope. Derek Webb is a poet or a prophet? Or maybe just a provocateur?

Muchas veces la controversia puede resultar exquisita. ¿Quién iba a pensar que un ex-integrante de Caedmon’s Call, que por lo general se acostumbra a mantener un mensaje mucho más reservado, iba a estar causando tanta conmoción con su nuevo álbum “Stockholm Syndrome”? Y es que Derek Webb ha creado una sinfonía exagerada de cruda pero eficaz espiritualidad. Hastiado de la faceta acústica y con el apoyo de su camarada Josh Moore (Bethany Dillon, Slim Thug, Bun B.), la producción del álbum se resume en una ecléctica colección de rock/pop y electrónica experimental.
Fundamentalmente, la mutación musical de Webb radica en el sutil uso de texturas electrónicas y es así como “Opening Credits” apertura el disco con un parpadeo similar al de Radiohead. La metafórica y afable “Black Eye” encapsula un mensaje acerca del abuso físico en una relación: “Time is no friend to the ones who wait / For daylight to come / Time looks the same at the ones who hate / And the ones that do nothing”. Frágiles pinceladas de jazz y hip-hop que culminan en un delirante protagonismo de sintetizadores. “Cobra Con” traza surcos de electro-pop y hip-hop, lentos y no agresivos, pero con una rítmica pesada que recuerda a Moby con aquellas acordes de banjo y la quimera voz de Webb. Es un aliento de perseverancia y amor a ganar los conflictos, mientras que se hace la desquiciada referencia de pedir a Dios que nos bendiga en nuestro pecado: “God bless these bombs / Baptize this rope / Lie with us in the bed we’ve made”. De pronto, seductores sonidos invaden nuestros oídos con “Freddie Please”, una carta abierta hacia un reverendo llamado Fred Phelps que odiaba a los homosexuales. La lírica es absorbida por las melodías que parecen detenidas en el tiempo (para ser exactos en los 50’s) de una manera casi irónica pero radical: “Freddie, please / How could you do this to me? / How could you tell me you love me / When you hate me? / Freddie, please / The stone’s been rolled away / But your picketing my grave / For lovin’ the things you hate / But why do you seek / The living among the dead?”. Con “The Spirit vs. The Kick Drum”, Derek se enfrenta a los problemas de la iglesia moderna, atrapada en las tendencias mundanas y dejando de lado la esencia y lo más relevante: “Like sex without love / Like peace without the dove / Like a crime scene without the blood / Like heaven without gates / Like hell without flames / Like life without pain / I don’t want the Father, you know I want a vending machine / I don’t want the Son, you know I want a jury of peers / I don’t want the Spirit, you know I want the kick drum”. Musicalmente podríamos decir que MuteMath y U2 le dieron una cátedra vocal a Webb, y le obligaron a incluir fragmentos de órganos y bajo de una manera muy orgánica. Llegamos al encuentro de la manzana de la discordia. La controversial “What Matters More” ha provocado incluso más críticas que las que se le dijeron al apóstol Pablo hace muchos años. Derek condena a la iglesia evangélica en su afán obsesivo contra la homosexualidad, pero también se centra en la prostitución de nuestros valores por conveniencia o por nuestros miedos y prejuicios: “You say you always treat others like you wanted to be / You must love being hated for your sexuality / We can talk and debate it until were blue in the face / About the language and tradition that he’s coming to save / Meanwhile we sit just like we don’t give a shit / About 50,000 people that are dying today”. Los detalles y arreglos musicales en este track son profanamente perfectos. La temática política llega con “The State”, un agridulce lamento de cómo la iglesia y el estado intentaron unirse en matrimonio concibiendo así la corrupción, la falta de moral y el actual concepto de poder. Sincronizadamente, “The Proverbial Gun” nos muestra una apacible tensión que consume ambas líricas en las siguientes líneas: “Right and wrong were written on my heart / And not just in the laws that condemn me / Now with Caesar satisfied I can even do the things / That should offend me / Now I can buy the proverbial gun / And shoot the proverbial child / While my uncle looks me in the eye / And speaks of freedom”. Un interesante estudio sobre la naturaleza ambigua de la relación eros entre un hombre y una mujer es esculpida en la desafiante “I Love/Hate You”. El protagonista ama a la persona a la que está cantando, sin embargo odia estar atado a ella: “But your love is a noose around my neck / I give up and I know I will regret it / Your love is a weight around my legs / But I don’t know who I am unless you’re holding me”. Sinceramente, me encanta la nueva faceta de Webb, que ha agregado épicos sonidos atmosféricos como oímos en “Becoming A Slave”, que se inyecta con campanas y pianos para producir una fórmula melódica sobre la injusticia racial y la esclavitud resumida en sólo una frase: “It’s simple / It’s so simple / They’re not like us”. Lamentablemente, se agrega una especie de estribillo al final, que a mi parecer arruina la maravillosa progresión de hace algunos segundos. “Jena & Jimmy” cuenta la historia de un chico que asiste a una reunión y que escucha a una chica hablar sobre la injusticia social y cambiar el mundo, pretendiendo que le importa y apoyando todo lo que ella dice con el único motivo de terminar en la cama con ella: “She told him stories of social injustices and constitutional rights / He smirked and turned his head / ‘Just lighten up’ he said, ‘Baby we got all night’”. Si bien, “Heaven” puede sonar como un antiguo himno acústico, hace una cruda acusación de cómo los cristianos viven en la tierra, un retrato caótico de la profanidad religiosa: “I heard Jesus Christ was there / He had a car that’s bulletproof / That way everyone is safe / From the man who tells the truth”. Como todo álbum tiene un desliz, nos encontramos con “What You Give Up To Get It”, que a comparación de sus predecesores, carece de creatividad y flexibilidad musical, no me atrevería a compararla con Moby. De cualquier modo, nos habla sobre el discernimiento y el conocimiento de los límites y los sacrificios: “Like sex when you’re too young / Like home when you’re too drunk / Like fame for what you’re not / Like joy that you bought / Stand back / You love it now but it’s too much”. Finalmente, “American Flag Umbrella” se ciñe de pianos, libertad e igualdad. Habla sobre la justicia que muchas veces es intuitivamente contraproducente con la misericordia y el perdón: “Please take your hands off my brother / Please take your laws off my lover / The agents of law should always be blind and on time / Till there’s freedom for everyone”.
“Stockholm Syndrome” es una reforma teológica que sacude a la iglesia moderna, intentando hacerla reaccionar de sus desviadas maneras de dar esperanza. Derek Webb es un poeta o un profeta? O tal vez solamente un provocador?