By Steve Weinstein
By Bryan Bierman
By Lindsey Rhoades
By Chaz Kangas
By Ben Westhoff and Sarah Purkrabek
By Jena Ardell
By Jesse Sendejas Jr.
By Katherine Turman
On ¡Viva El Amor!, the writing is sharp again. The riffs have an edge, the lyrics bite. And wouldn't you know, the album begins by dissing the competition, a lurking possibility ever since 1986's ugly Michael Jackson putdown "How Much Did You Get for Your Soul?" But "Popstar" has a different kind of chip on its shoulder, the kind that inspired Hynde to cap "I'm not the cat I used to be/I've got a kid I'm 33" with a gurgling cat-fight meow-r-r-r. She's not a kid for sureshe's 48. But that doesn't stop her from hooking her vitriol to the "Hang On Sloopy" motif as if she thought of it yesterday. "Your baby wants to be a popstar/Probably just to spite me," she intuits. "I can see just where she's headin'/She's as predictable as Armageddon." Not privy to autobiographical details, if any, and preferring to believe her young Colombian-sculptor husband isn't fooling around, I pretend Hynde conceived the song for an old flame's floozy, then adjusted it so she could sharpshoot Courtney and Madonna. You'd think animal-rightser Hynde might kvell when her rival gives up red meat after she's turned by her therapist into a Buddhist (other rhymes: Minogue/Vogue and, er, meritocracy/aristocracy). But Hynde doesn't pigeonhole so easy: raised Lutheran and proud, she makes her kids say their prayers and believes in "a personal God." So Buddhism feh, like feminism feh before it. Her grudge is a joy to her; it's why she can ride that riff with such gusto. Refrain: "They don't make 'em like they used to."
Chrissie Hynde has always seemed admirably comfortable with medium-level stardom, totally uninterested in iconicity of either the Madonna-Alanis or the Patti-Iggy sort. She speaks her mind, follows her druthers, and conducts her career; no recluse, she's nevertheless very private in her unspectacular London home, concealing the very names of the two girls she's spent her thirties and forties raising. In someone who's as class-conscious as Bruce Springsteen with out getting pious about it (pious and worse she saves for PETA), someone so blatantly emotional in pop form and pop content, the unobtrusiveness with which she plights her blighted troth with Jim Kerr or conducts a memorial service for Linda McCartney is an essential piece of image maintenance. That isn't to suggest it's undertaken as such. But when Chrissie Hynde says they don't make 'em like they used to, she's allowed to mean they don't make 'em like mean authentic, unreconstructed original.
Which she proceeds to prove not by continuing in the obvious rock 'n' roll mama vein of "Popstar," but by racking up two consecutive radio readymades (she and we hope) about long-term love: the midtempo debut single "Human," with a plangent chorus that begins, "Well there's blood and there's veins/And I cry when in pain/I'm only human on the inside," and the slower "From the Heart Down," a harder sell because it's more explicitly domestic and more explicitly sexual (hook: "Love me from the heart down"). And while track four, "Nails in the Road," may not be a sureshot, how can you not root for a song that begins: "If this is public transportation/What are you doing here"? All classics, I'm positive, and after that the quality doesn't let up much: some strong Janis Joplin soul, a pretty ballad in Spanish I bet her husband understands, a closer with the ridiculously in-character refrain "You bring the biker out in me," a line that goes "It's only baby's breath" in your head long after it's over. But something must be noted about all this revitalized work: at its best, it isn't strictly Chrissie Hynde's.
Ever notice the name Billy Steinberg? He's a songwriter who doubles as what bizzers call a song doctora lyric honer, a tune twister, a hook finder. Hynde first consulted him on 1994's Last of the Independents, and you can see why she might. It's be cause Steinbergusually in partner ship with Tom Kellyhas a specialization in women: Linda Ronstadt's "How Do I Make You" and Cyndi Lauper's "True Colors" and Heart's "Alone," the title tune of Celine Dion's Falling Into You and songs on five different Pat Benatar albums, Bette Midler and Whitney Houston and Tina Turner and Belinda Carlisle and the Corrs and the Bangles and Kim Wilde and Meredith Brooks and Chynna Phillips and Samantha Cole. Most remarkably, Steinberg and Kelly cowrote both Madonna's "Like a Virgin" and (with Christina Amphlett and Mark McEntee) the Divinyls' rather dissimilar "I Touch Myself." Three of ¡Viva El Amor!'s most memorable songs"From the Heart Down," "Nails in the Road," and "Baby's Breath"are credited Hynde-Steinberg-Kelly. Moreover, Hynde didn't write "Human" eitherthat was 1997 Grammy nominee Shelly Peiken ("Bitch" with Meredith Brooks) and ex-Divinyl (also exAir Supply) Mark McEntee.