Over the weekend, I went on a kick that included listening to two bands I have a special love for. Both, ironically, are products of the ’90s, a period I’m particularly mean to. I don’t intend to be unfair to that period because some good stuff came from it. Nevertheless, the two bands I’m referring to are The Cranberries, whose last album came in 2012, and The Sundays, whose last album was in 1997.
The basic premise of this particularly nostalgic article is simply, a question asking why we don’t see much anymore from these people.
The Cranberries are the easier of the two bands. Since Roses released in 2012, there’s a high probability that we will hear more from them. Bit it did take a long, long time to get Roses from this very talented, and original band. Before Roses, there is Wake Up And Smell The Coffee (a terrible title, an excellent album) released in 2001. Then that horribly long wait before Roses. Was Roses worth it? Yes, it was! But while it gave me hope for continuation, I’m fearful that the long period of abstention may have done damage, not to the band, but to a weakening fan base, which, in turn, may discourage them from more.
The Sundays is the problem here. With only three albums that include their perfect Reading, Writing & Arithmetic (1990), their equally perfect Blind (1992), and then the long hiatus leading to Static & Silence from 1997, we’re left in the lurch hoping against hope that the sixteen plus years since the last might bring new music. And I miss Harriet Wheeler’s angelic voice!
Perhaps I’m too sentimental about these things. Maybe I don’t know how to put things to bed. But I do know that when the music (art) is quite good, it leaves you wanting more. Sometimes (especially for me) I’m left with a sadness for a long, long, LONG time.
My question to these bands (and many more) is just this: When you can create as well as you do, why not stay at it until it becomes impossible!
Forgive this hastily written, incoherent article.