Of all the early
Van Halen
records,
Fair Warning
often gets overlooked -- partially because it's a dark, strange beast, partially because it lacks any song as purely fun as the hits from the first three records. Because of that, there were no hits from
that turned into radio anthems; only
"Unchained"
and, to a lesser extent, the grinding opener,
"Mean Street,"
rank among the group's best-known songs, and they're not as monumental as
"And the Cradle Will Rock,"
from the preceding album,
Women and Children First
. There's a reason for that: this album ain't a whole lotta fun.
is the first
album that doesn't feel like a party. This may be a reflection of the band's relentless work schedule, it may be a reflection of the increasing tension between
Eddie Van Halen
and
David Lee Roth
-- the cause isn't important, because whatever the reason,
winds up as a dark, dirty, nasty piece of work. Gloomy it may be, but dull it is not and
contains some of the fiercest, hardest music that
ever made. There's little question that
won whatever internal skirmishes they had, since his guitar dominates this record, even with the lack of a single dedicated instrumental showcase (the first time he lacked one on a
VH
album).
Eddie
sounds restless here, pushing and pulling the group toward different rhythms and textures, from the
disco
beat that pulsates on
"Push Comes to Shove"
to the swinging rhythms on
"So This Is Love?"
and, especially, the murky synths that comprise the instrumental
"Sunday Afternoon in the Park"
and the grimy, gunky closing rocker,
"One Foot Out the Door."
Either inspired or spurred on by the gloomy
rock
cranked out,
casts his net far wider than his usual litany of girls and good times. He spits and swears, swaggering without his usual joie de vivre, with even his sex songs feeling weary and nasty. Whatever spawned it, that nastiness is the defining characteristic of
, which certainly doesn't make it bunches of fun, but it showcases the coiled power of
better than any other album, which makes it worth visiting on occasion. ~ Stephen Thomas Erlewine