“Phobia” is the latest studio album by the Davies brothers, released in March 1993. After the creative hangover of the sixties, they found their way again at the end of the 70s, offering their sound tinged with a "moderate" hard-rock and mixing it all with a touch of electronics. This creative path can be found in albums like “Give The People What They Want” and “State Of Confusion,” but the career epilogue was indeed “Phobia”. The album sold very little, briefly peaking just above the 150th spot on Billboard, and was practically the final nail in the coffin for the band. At that point in their career, the increasingly quarrelsome Davies brothers found themselves dropped by the record company and decided to disband. I say it's for the best; the timing was perfect. The creative vein was fading, but the last album is not to be despised. In short, a beautiful swan song in full fashion. A stylish closure that should be taken as an example by old relics still out there, shaking it on stage at 73, playing with an eternal cigarette in mouth and a leopard coat, just saying no names... But I think it's useful to first understand: how does this album sound? What sonic path did the Kinks take in 1993? Let's say this “Phobia” mirrors what was previously said: basically, we find their "historic" sound, but with less of the cabaret-garage vibe, a bit more rock energy, and excellent production work. In short, as always out of fashion, yet at the same time, modernized with discretion. The use of electronics is very limited, countervailing albums like “World Of Mouth” or “Give The People What They Want,” but back then, we were still in the height of the eighties.
Once in the player, the album's setting is immediately clear: the tracklist offers rock tracks and ballads in almost equal measure. After the very brief “Opening,” it kicks off with "Wall of Fire," a heavy and somewhat predictable rocker, neither good nor bad. Of the same genre but much better done are the aforementioned “Phobia,” a typical Kinks hard-rock with effective melodies and changes in atmosphere and abundant choruses, the raucous "Drift Away," and the vigorous "Babies" and "Over the Edge," where it seems like going back at least 25 years and hearing the more classic Kinks with their compelling rhythm. The ballads range from decent to good like "Only a Dream," melancholic with a slight Beatles-like flavor, and "The Informer" in a similar vein; perhaps even slightly better is "Still Searching," a semi-ballad mid-tempo reflective with a bittersweet lyric. But the standout track is "Don't," which is relatively famous and their last fairly known track. I remember hearing it often on the radio at the time. Well-built with a catchy melody. Rather flat and without peaks are "It's Alright (Don't Think About It)," pure hard rock, almost hair-metal, aggressive and serious but a bit flat, "Somebody Stole My Car," unnecessary and forced, and "Scattered," another redundant track, somewhat boring and predictable. But fortunately, the album closes more than decently with the excellent "Did Ya," with their typical sound. The singing vaguely reminds me of Bob Dylan's mocking singing style. Lastly, there's the out-of-place "Close to the Wire," a U.S.-styled desert rock track, quite dark with prominent guitar. The CD version with the extra track “Did Ya” (initially released only as a single) runs a full 71 minutes. Well... it’s always nice to have one more song instead of one less when talking about Kinks, but in my very personal opinion, some of the similar rock-ish tracks could have been left out and at least one less among the various ballads present which, while good, all give the sense of being clones of the same mother.
My considerations: far from doing revisionism, but I'll tell you right away that I'll give this work a chance. We're not at the levels of works like “Face To Face,” “Lola,” or other well-known ones, but this platter carves out its own very specific niche. Unfortunately, I often see that on specialized sites, instead of being smashed, it's just... neglected. Yet it is a very respectable job that deserves to be mentioned every now and then. Here, in my opinion, the songwriting is always at a medium-good level. If I were to choose a dud from the last 10 years of the Kinks' career, I'd undoubtedly pick “Think Visual,” which sounds as if the four were playing at being themselves in a radio hair-metal version. A record that I would define as plasticky and somewhat gaudy. Let's say “Phobia” is an album perhaps too long and without big quirks but at the same time solid and of generally good quality, and still, some spikes here and there are well present. Above all, it still shows what have always been the strengths of the band: beautiful melodies, good compositional taste, and the typical lyrics oscillating between sardonic-social and disillusioned, with the addition of a bit of introspection.
Overall, in my opinion, it earns a full three stars. But it would be three and a half.
Little personal nostalgia. When I began to take an interest in the music of the Kinks, it was chronologically about a year or two after the release of this album, around 1994-95. Obviously, I started with the beginning of their discography and snubbed the latest releases: I quickly acquired several of their "historic" sixties works, which I greatly appreciated, but I never delved into the last years of their discography. However, paradoxically, I remember eagerly waiting for the release of the new album, that is, the follow-up to “Phobia” (which I didn't care about at all), but when at the end of 1996, I heard about the band's breakup, I was shocked. So, through a sort of mental process, I began to "crystallize" everything and consider “historic” stuff like “Think Visual” and “UK Jive,” which at the time were still works that were fairly fresh and recent in terms of age. Thus, I started the chase for the lesser-known discography, leading me some time later to purchase this work, a purchase I can't say I regret.
Tracklist Lyrics and Videos
03 Drift Away (05:05)
Drift away, just drift away
Sometimes I wish I could just drift away
They say there's gonna be a river of blood
It's apocalypse now
So we're waiting for the flood
The ice is gonna melt, the water gonna rise
And we'll all go to hell
So they're keeping us advised
While the dollar falls down
The yen gonna climb
It's a moral decline
And I'm losing my mind
I think I'll just drift away
To that island of my dreams
Live in total fantasy
Close my eyes and drift away
Back in the real world
There's tension everywhere
And the smell of fear
Keeps hanging around and polluting the air
The man on the news is going over the top
Now he'll say anything so his show don't flop
Wall Street's down, so what
And according to astute market analysis
The world's gonna stop
they shout the story to the nation
Pass on the panic to the population
This is the end of civilization
It's all over now
Chorus:
Meanwhile, I just drift away
To my island in the sun
Imaginary paradise, perfection
Sometimes I wish I could just drift away
Drift away (drift away)
Drift away (drift away)
Drift away (drift away)
Now all the politicians are running out of hope
They've burned all their bridges
Now they just can't cope
And who do we blame now we're all going broke?
It's that man over there
Who's hanging from a rope
Newsmen winding up the nation
A little bad news helps circulation
Pass on the panic to the population
It's all over, it's all over
It's all over now
Times like this, I just drift away
To my tropical fantasy
Living on coconuts growing on the trees
Sometimes I wish I could just drift away
Drift away, drift away, drift away
It's apocalypse now, drift away
Rivers of blood, drift away
And the man on the news is going over the top
04 Still Searching (04:52)
I'm a drifter who has lost his way
And I'm still searching for my dream
A wandering nomad with no home to stay
Just like a gypsy or a refugee
Lookin' at another sign for another town
Wondering if I'm ever gonna settle down
Or am I gonna keep on searchin' till my dying day
Chorus:
Still searching, still searching, still lookin', all alone
Till I find myself a home
Still searching, still searching, just like a rolling stone
Destination still unknown
When all my energy starts letting me down
I get this feeling I'll be still wandering 'round
Still searching, still workin', still lookin'
Until I find a way
This world is full of restless souls
Sleeping rough and living day to day
Drifters who left families wondering why they went away
Perhaps that's how I wanna be
While I'm looking for some peace of mind
How can I find security?
A restless spirit who can't reach his goal
Can't find a home until I've found my soul
Still hitchin' rides and lookin' for a place to go
Chorus
Still searching, still searching, still searching
Until my dying day, oh yeah
Why? yeah
Surprise, surprise
Still searching, still workin', still lookin'
Until I find my way
I'm a drifter who has lost his way
And I'm still searching for my dream
05 Phobia (05:16)
Everybody got something hidden
In a darkness deep inside
Everybody gotta fatal flaw
Everybody got something to hide
Take a look into my eyes
See the fear and silent cries - phobia
Deep inside, take another look at it - phobia
Everybody got a phobia
Take another look, what you got - phobia
There are alleyways of your psyche
That have gotta be analyzed
Psychological penetration
Of the fear you cannot hide
There's a key to a door to be opened
And I wanna take a look inside
And in the darkest shadow of your mind
What you gonna find?
Phobia
Out under a technicolor ray
It all disappears on a bright, sunny day
But even on a crowded street
Somebody you might meet
Might trigger a repeat of phobia
Strikes again, fear of fire and being buried alive
Dizzy heights, wire coat hangers
Things that crawl and go bump in the night - phobia
Fear of germs
Creepy crawlies that make you squirm - phobia
Images of long ago, memories that you hardly know
A minor childhood incident
Triggering something deep below
Spiders' webs and black cats
Cockroaches and sewer rats
Full moons and witches hats
Creepy crawlies, vampire bats - phobia
I'm talking about phobia
Crowded rooms, too many faces
Suffocation, open spaces
Everybody gotta weird sensation
That they wanna keep trapped inside
Maybe it's a sexual deviation
Hiding beneath a respectable guise
If you are of this persuasion
There is just one explanation - phobia
Started out a long time ago - phobia
When you were small you may have seen a sight
But you were too young to know - phobia
What you got - phobia
Everybody got phobia, what you got - phobia
Everybody got phobia, take another look, what you got?
Everybody got phobia, what you got?
Phobia
10 Surviving (06:00)
Look at us here today
Lots of talking with nothing to say
And if I seem somewhat vague
It's because I'm somewhat afraid
I'm surviving, that's all I am
I'm surviving to be a better man
I'm surviving, that's my plan
Just surviving
Yesterday, I was sure
But today I don't know anymore
Thought I was brave till I saw
My frightened reflection in a dark corridor
Now I'm surviving to be a better man
I'm surviving with an emotional plan
I'm surviving, so please understand
I'm surviving, surviving
There are millions of people out there
Trying to get by in a world that don't care
People smiling through clouds of despair
Protecting the wounds until they repair
They're surviving the best way they can
They are surviving every woman and man
Just surviving with an emotion plan
So keep surviving
Maybe it's my shattered pride
That's why I get scared of emotional ties
Don't let them in, otherwise
You'll smile like a fool
But you'll be hurting inside
So I'm surviving through the insecurity
I am surviving, I got hope inside of me
So I'm smiling through all the insanity
I'm surviving, surviving
I was moved by the way that you said
Don't be afraid, I won't leave you for dead
You took my soul and mixed up my head
You left me alive
You should have killed me instead
Now I'm surviving, that's all I am
I'm surviving to be a better man
I'm surviving, that's my plan
I'm surviving, surviving
Surviving
14 Somebody Stole My Car (04:04)
That's life in the big city
You beg for mercy but you got no pity
Low-life zero mentality
Vandalized victims of depravity
Fast food, take-out mentality
Where the dogs eat the dogs
And the innocent bleed
The city can't cope and the cops don't care
There's fear in the streets
It's a jungle out there
I don't want it, don't want it
Don't want it, don't want it
Chorus:
Somebody stole my car
Somebody stole my automobile
They ripped off the radio and sold the wheels
And if it's happened to you
Then you know how I feel
Somebody stole my car
somebody stole my car
I left it parked outside of my home
It had a new A/C and a cellular phone
And I'm as sick as a dog
'Cos I'm still paying off the loan
Somebody stole my car
That's life in the metropolis
Living on credit and overdrawn interest
Craving commercialized commodities
Everything advertised, stirring up greed
Everyday I wonder why
Everyday I can't get away
The city's in debt, up past its ears
Yet we still borrow more
And pay it back next year
Now I'm paying for a car that I no longer own
And the next time anybody offers me a loan
I'll say I don't want it, don't want it
Don't want it, don't want it
Somebody stole my car
It's just been cleaned and I've just had it taxed
It had brand-new stereo speakers in the back
And I call up the cops
With a panic attack
Somebody stole my car
Somebody stole my car
I bet they're riding around and running red lights
Got chicks in the back and ballin' all night
While I sit at home
Getting more uptight
Somebody stole my car
Chorus
Don't want it, don't want it
Don't want it, don't want it
Somebody stole my car
Somebody stole my car
Somebody stole my car
That life in the metropolis
Possessions mean nothing in a world like this
Some punks wanna ride and they see my car
So they take it, shake it
Burn it up and break it
Hey, that's my car
Somebody stole my car
15 Close to the Wire (04:01)
A hopeful adventure
Got missionary ways
Could start in the jungle
Feel this way
16 Scattered (04:10)
Like a seed that is sewn
All the children are scattered
By a breeze that is blown
Now the crops are all scattered
We are torn, we are shattered
Now some of us are barmy and battered
And the fields where we gathered
Are overgrown in weeds and in tatters
Through it all we were scattered
To the fields we are scattered
From the day we are born
To grow wild and sleep rough
Till from the earth we are torn
And a soul that is free
Can live on eternally
And the spirit can live on
Though it's scattered in the world beyond
And I've been out of my mind
Ever since she's been gone
I look around that empty room
No sight nor sound
She's left so soon
She's out of view
But the I find
Those scattered clues she left behind
A photograph with a smiling face
A cigarette stubbed out on the fireplace
A coffee cup with her lipstick stains
I guess I'll never see her again
Now my life is all scattered
Ever since she's been gone
I feel older, I feel fatter
I feel the blues coming on
We get bruised
We get battered
But we'll pick up the pieces that scattered
And with emotional glue
We're gonna stick together, body and mind
Ever since she went away
I've been alone to contemplate
Time and space and why world's move
While sitting in my solitude
I've watched the stars and wondered why
They're scattered up there in the sky
And is she up there out of view
On some higher platitude
I wish I knew
Wish I could prove
The reason why this life on earth
Is scattered like the universe
I'm scattered here and scattered there
Bits of me scattered everywhere
To the fields we are scattered
Then from the dust we are born
We survive somewhat battered
To a new life, a new dawn
IN the end what will it matter
There'll only be my ashes to scatter
And all the logical answers
To a worrying mind
Will be scattered in time
Beaten and battered
To the earth you are scattered
You're going home so what does it matter
To an atomic mind
Scattered here while you travel time
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