Springsteen’s New Album Sounds Great, but as a Protest, It’s a Failure

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March 7 2012 2:27 PM

The Boss vs. the 1 Percent

The failed protests of Bruce Springsteen’s Wrecking Ball.

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When Springsteen isn’t painting WPA murals, he tries out biblical scenes. The Wrecking Ball lyric sheet is full of abstract nouns and gospel inflections: Dreams and Faith and Hope and Promises, with an occasional Calvary Hill or Canaan tossed in for good measure. It’s startling to realize that Springsteen, of all people, has forgotten what a big payoff you can get by going small. Consider an earlier song about lean times, Born in the USA’s “Downbound Train” (1984):

I had a job, I had a girl
I had something going, mister, in this world
I got laid off down at the lumber yard
Our love went bad, times got hard
Now I work down at the carwash
Where all it ever does is rain
Don’t it feel like you’re a rider
On a downbound train?

The image of a “downbound train,” borrowed from Chuck Berry, hits the note of timeless Americana that Springsteen strains for in Wrecking Ball; the storytelling is vivid, moving, compact; and, lo and behold, there’s even a joke: that rainy carwash. Compare the focused first-person narration in “Downbound Train” with Wrecking Ball, where Springsteen often sings in the royal—or, rather, the proletarian—we: “We take care of our own,” “We’ve been traveling over rocky ground,” “We made the steel that built the cities with the sweat of our two hands.” It’s a symptom of Springsteen’s ambition: In “We Are Alive” he sings about striking 19th-century railroad workers, ’60s civil rights martyrs, and Mexican migrants. That’s a lot of “we” to cover in a single verse.

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Today’s best political art tries to do less, and accomplishes more. From The Colbert Report to The Onion to the endless flurry of viral Internet protests, we’re living in a golden age of left-leaning pop culture—but it’s darker, funnier, more mischievous, more willing to offend than the Boss is. This week, the sly alt-country troubadour Todd Snider, best know for his great anti-George W. Bush anthem “You Got Away With It,” has released his own Great Recession-themed album, Agnostic Hymns & Stoner Fables. Snider’s record is as infuriated as Wrecking Ball, and far more sharp-fanged. “Ain’t it a son of a bitch,” he drawls. “To think that we would still need religion/ To keep the poor from killing the rich.” Agnostic Hymns is also a riot. In “In Between Jobs” Snider hilariously crunches the numbers on the 99 percent-1 percent divide—a joke that hits harder than any of Springsteen’s harangues:

If I had a nickel
For every dime you had
I’d have half of your money
You talk about not half-bad
More like, ten times as good
I don’t know anyone that wouldn’t want to hold on
To all that they had if they could
If you could just come off a little bit of money, though
That would surely do me good

Nothing on Wrecking Ball comes close to that. The album does have a couple of moments, though. One is the whooping title track, the closest thing to an old-fashioned Springsteen story-song—which is odd, since it’s narrated by Giants Stadium. Then there’s “You’ve Got It,” where Springsteen turns to a subject that’s served him well: sex. It’s a snarling country blues, lean, loud, and lascivious. (“Ain’t no one can fake it/ You just know it when you feel it … Baby you’ve got it/ Come on and give it to me.”) Springsteen sounds like a dirty old man. It’s refreshing.

“You’ve Got It” is instructive: Springsteen might make a better record if he was, or at least pretended to be, less of a mensch. Politically, morally, Wrecking Ball is admirable. What other star of comparable stature puts so much muscle, puts such a big blaring sound, behind songs about the poor? Who can doubt that Springsteen’s heart is in the right place? Artistically, though, Springsteen has reached a cul-de-sac. His road, you might say, has gone dry as a bone.

Jody Rosen is a Slate contributor.