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My Own Prison, Human Clay
Creed
1997, 1999
“Torn.” The first track on the first album that perfectly describes their place in rock n roll history. They are the ultimate love em’ hate em’ band, but never had there been a band that has relished so much UNDESERVING hatred. Their first two album that I’m talking about are solid gold. Maybe they arrived the wrong place at the wrong time, when the grunge scene was dying and the earnest, simple and anthemic music that was not so prevalent like it was 10 to 15 years prior to the release of My Own Prison, a genre for which Creed is, for better or worse, are among the most successful representatives. I just never understood the hatred for this band, and I will ignore those who cannot give an answer other than “because they suck” which to me translates “because it’s uncool to like them and therefore I will bandwagon the haters so I won’t get flogged for admitting I like them.”
Let’s visit the excellent debut album that is
My Own Prison, originally released in the bands own label until it was remixed to accentuate the powerful post-grunge sound in order to find a crossover audience. It was successful, because as soon as “My Own Prison” was released as the first single, the album went platinum. Most people recognize Creed as the band that made songs like "Higher", "With Arms Wide Open" and other power ballad hits, but one listen to this album and your perspective on Creed will most likely change. At this point in their career, they did not have a distinctive sound.
My Own Prison is a raw of an album as they come. They just have so much to put into a song, between Mark Tremonti's brilliant guitar, which has a sound he holds to himself, the very fitting bass and drum work, and Scott Stapp's lyrical mind-maze.
Scott Stapp, if he ever was a genuinely disturbed individual, is definitely working out his demons here, from the opening moody darkness of "Torn," to the soulful singing of "My Own Prison" and "What's This Life For?" The lyrics overwhelmingly deal with confrontations with deep inner problems with authority, both divine and paternal, and the struggle to figure out what the mature course to take is given this turmoil. Creed has always been labeled a “Christian band”, but Stapps lyrics suggests otherwise. Generally speaking, unlike on later efforts (ahem,
Weathered), this comes across on a level that doesn't seem either overbearing or cliched enough to seem contrived. Stapp generally keeps up a high quality of lyrical play that he would lose almost completely by the end of Creed.
Of course, rock critics latched onto Stapp's vocal style and cried "Oh, they're ripping off Pearl Jam," which is probably understandable from the long, slurred phrases that abound on each song, but Creed's musical component, Mark Tremonti, Scott Phillips, and Brian Marshall, had the collective musical guts and skill to throw down. That was a BIG deal back then. Mark Tremonti grinded out his riffs with muscle with tracks like “Ode” and “Unforgiven”, with the rhythm section of Brian Marshall and Scott Phillips formed the basis of the whole structure, especially on songs like “Illusion” and “One.”
In 1999, they released the monster of an album that is
Human Clay, which gave them their only Grammy for “With Arms Wide Open.” Maybe this is the album that gave Creed a lot of flak, with that song and “Higher” being severely overplayed on the radio as if there was no other rock band out there making music. The industry, critics, and record collectors alike were stunned, positively stunned, when it entered the charts at number one, then stayed in the upper reaches of the charts for months on end. They weren’t faceless, especially in the late '90s when grunge and post-grunge were dying and the most popular hard rock is either rap-rock or industrial-tinged.
However,
Human Clay is probably their most essential album. They achieved that clean guitar to heavy riff sound that they are known for. They mixed it up a bit from
My Own Prison here, adding more ballads and some up-tempo rockers, making
Human Clay a slightly stronger record. This was also the record that I think Stapp was in his prime as a lyricists, creating beautiful metaphors and addressing personal issues. “Beautiful” is one of my favorites from his, as he tells tells that a beautiful appearance isn't always a guarantee for a beautiful inside: “She wears a coat of color, loved by some, feared by others. She’s immortalized by young mans eyes.” “Wash Away Those Years” is the probably the best track on this album. There is a gripping melody that compliments this song about child abuse and incest that is just uncanny, and one of the finest bridges that Mark Tremonti has ever written.
For me personally, these two albums were a big part of my life growing up. Love them or hate them, there is no denying the lightning in the bottle Creed was in the late 90’s. They wrote relatively solid riffs and hooks. It may not be the kind of thing that knocks out critics or grunge purists, but it does deliver for anyone looking for direct hard rock. There is a deeper depth to their music than what most people want to admit, and that’s a damn shame how caddy it is.
Favorite Tracks on My Own Prison:
Ode,
Pity For A Dime,
Torn,
Unforgiven,
My Own PrisonFavorite Tracks on Human Clay:
Wash Away Those Years,
Faceless Man,
Beautiful,
What If,
Higher