
Creed Is GoodScott Stapp's nu-grunge foursome was seriously underrated.
Posted Wednesday, Oct. 21, 2009, at 9:30 AM ET
In 1997, an unknown Florida hard-rock group called Creed spent $6,000 to make its debut album, My Own Prison. Talk about a good investment: An independent label, Wind-Up, signed the group, got Sony to provide distribution, and Creed became, for four years or so, one of America's hugest bands. Its 1999 single, "Higher," topped the modern-rock chart for 17 straight weeks. "With Arms Wide Open," released the following year, reached the top of the pop charts, and won the Grammy for best rock song. Between 1997 and 2002, the band grossed more than $70 million touring. To date, it has sold 26 million records in the United States.
It was the perfect setup for a Behind the Music-style implosion, and Creed delivered. By late 2002, singer Scott Stapp was on a near-daily regimen of alcohol and Percocet—prescribed after a car crash—and he would soon add OxyContin and the steroid Prednisone to the list. In December of that year, Stapp stepped onto a Chicago stage visibly intoxicated, slurring his lyrics and performing one song while lying on his back. (Fans sued, unsuccessfully, for refunds.) It was the last show of a nationwide tour, and Stapp's band mates didn't speak to him for months. The next year, at home in Orlando, Stapp put two guns to his head, intent on blowing out his brains. Recounting this near-suicide, he has explained that he decided to put down the weapons after spotting a photograph of his infant son, about whom he'd written "With Arms Wide Open." In 2004, Creed broke up, and as this recent New York Times piece shows, there is no disagreement within the band that it died for Stapp's sins.
Today, Stapp has shaved his head, cleaned up his act, and Creed has reunited for a tour and a new album, out at the end of this month—the first single, "Overcome," is a wailing survivor's anthem. (This Details story is a fine chronicle of the band's dissolution and return.) Stapp's lyrics have always been full of sweaty redemption narratives and howled prayers for second chances, so we could have seen this comeback bid coming a mile away. That is, if we'd had any reason to think about Creed at all. From the start, critical gatekeepers dismissed the band as derivative blowhards with a self-righteous Christian agenda, a consensus that did nothing to slow sales but that cemented in the popular imagination and took its own toll. In the Times article, guitarist Mark Tremonti said that he greeted the breakup with a degree of relief: "No matter how many records you sell, when you're up there with a target on your head every day it's not fun." Along with Limp Bizkit (who made fun of Creed, too), Stapp and Co. are remembered today as poster boys for a turn-of-the-century musical nightmare we're happily past.
There's no telling whether Creed will make good on its second chance, but the band deserves a second listen. If your impulse on hearing that it has reunited is to groan, stifle it long enough to locate a copy of Creed's 2004 Greatest Hits collection. It's a fantastic baker's dozen of first-rate schlock-rock, courtesy of one of the most underrated and unfairly maligned groups in pop history.
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People hate Creed because their infantile, derivative, boring music represents the absolute least-common denominator of modern rock (at least they did until Nickelback underbid them). This is music for people with no taste, no ear and I must imagine no stomach -- for whenever I hear the growly-mewly voice of Mr. Stapp, my lunch threatens to come back up.
For a serious music critic to defend this garbage is akin to a serious food critic encouraging readers to give McDonald's a try again with fresh taste buds. Actually, on second thought, to compare their music to the fare served at McDonald's is to insult the latter; at least McDonald's has an original idea from time to time, and does a few things well.
Give me a break. Creed is a joke, and not a funny one. I would have hoped they had enough to sense to remain a footnote.
-- Michael Carmody
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Next on Slate, Insane Clown Posse: voice of a generation.
-- dangermouse
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They suck, here's why:
The main problem is that the tempo is too damn slow. Their songs put me in a stupor, and there is no hint of syncopation or any sort of interesting rhythm. Just repetitive, straight, and slow. There is nothing remotely spontaneous or novel -- it's just boring from the get-go.
The singing only occasionally carries a melody, but unfortunately none of the melodies are very memorable or catchy. It's pop music without hooks. No hooks in the melody, no guitar hooks, no rhythmic hooks.
Not to mention Stapp's voice is so painfully contrived and affected, it somehow manages to convey earnestness without a trace of soul or authenticity.
And for music that is so much about pain and sadness, there is a lack of minor key material.
Lyrics are dull, bombastic, melodramatic, cliche.
The guitar in their music is totally undistinguished. Just lots of big, loud major chords.
-- bowie
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Effete snobs, the lot of you.
Get past the schmaltz and the bombast and the songs are good. The lyrics are moving and at his best, Stapp's voice and inflections are powerful. As a father, I tear up every time I hear "Arms Wide Open". Beautiful song with a beautiful sentiment.
-- DaveyNC
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Why so many Creed haters? A no-name local band makes music people actually want to hear, and the "purists" go into a lather. I'd like to see the $70 million you took in on your last tour. Sorry, bar gigs paying $250/night don't count. Whether you like it or not, they made it playing their music. Most bands would love to suck as much as Creed does/did. I wish my band sucked like that. Any working musician who says they'd rather be wonderful and play in their bedroom, or to a drunk Sat night crowd for $80 and beer vs. being a "sellout" is a liar. Just ask the dudes at Guitar Center.
-- DokeintheBox
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