In "Method," things are equally as bleak: "Hell is frozen / Crashing dreams / Cities imploding / World unseen." Here again is the unraveling of our environment as we just don't give a damn. "Don't you know / The damned don't cry?" Is our world really this far gone?
And then in "Out of My Mind," another straw breaks us in this serenade of depression. "I thought I had control / I found I lost my soul / I can't get out of this hole." Hopelessness reigns supreme.
Though I point out the lack of hope in these lyrics, I have to talk about the other side of the equation. Yes, they're depressing, but the music—this fusion of jazz, rock, reggae, and passion—almost made me not hear the sadness. These guys have arranged some simply amazing, hard-rocking tunes that keep you tapping your toes as your mind tries to assimilate the meaning behind the words.
I don't know what happened to Living Colour between Vivid and The Chair in the Doorway, but I'm a bit confused. There's a difference between pointing out social iniquities of the world around us while rocking us as they see fit and trying to slip some of this depressing, yet beautiful poetry through the cracks. I can't say I'm not enjoying the album altogether, but it's definitely not the happiest music I've heard in a while.
The interesting thing will be seeing what will get released to the radio as singles in an era of cheery, almost vapid teenage-themed anthems. Perhaps the negativity of this album will cancel out the overwhelming positivity of recent shiny hopeful pop artists and we'll end up somewhere in the happy medium.
Check out The Chair in the Doorway and make your own decision. I'm going to continue to rock out and try to forget the words.