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Genre:
Rock
Release Date: 01/28/2003
Jesse Malin has come a long way from his
glam rock heyday of fronting
D Generation, and his solo debut,
The Fine Art of Self Destruction, is an impressive look at
Malin's musical maturation. He's a crooner, an
Americana caterwaul, and a picaro of his native New York City, but a lonesome one at that.
The Fine Art of Self Destruction displays a hearty mix of bittersweet
alt-country (
"Queen of the Underworld") and ballsy
roots rock (
"Wendy"), but the album is fully supported with a
punk rock edge that
Malin's most familiar with. Having ex-
Whiskeytown frontman
Ryan Adams in the production seat is a great fit, for both he and
Malin's love-sucker hearts dance around the soft-hued beauty of each song. One might sense a slight hesitation in
Malin's presentation, but it's not distracting.
Malin's flight-or-fight theme on
The Fine Art of Self Destruction is what makes this album an enjoyable introduction. He sifts through personal confusion on all different levels, and
Adams has captured
Malin's most intimate moments.
"Almost Grown," layered with candied guitar licks, recounts being a child of divorce, while
"Xmas" is a bit more angelic with its lush string arrangements. Those tender years of being a kid are hell, and
Malin isn't afraid in reminding all of his listeners that time shapes one's character as well, and that's what
The Fine Art of Self Destruction is about: regardless of where your home is, find your focus and don't get lost. In
"Cigarettes and Violets," Malin warbles: "Messed up like a prizefight/At least you could have tried/Messed up like the system/You used to call a sin," and it's so raw you can tell
Malin's heart is breaking and mending ten times over. There's no regret here, but
Malin makes it alright to talk about what could have happened. He's done an intricate, stunning job.
~MacKenzie Wilson, All Music Guide
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