The Phantom Tollbooth
 

Echo
Artist:  Tom Petty
Label:  Warner Brothers Records 1999
Length:  62:06 minutes/ 15 tracks
 
When you have a recipe that works, you don't change it much. For more than twenty years Tom Petty has been making rock and roll music with the same basic ingredients:  a variety of simple, basic tunes without too elaborate arrangements, and straightforward lyrics without pretensions to grand poetry. But continuity of style does not imply utter sameness; Petty has not been making the same album over and over again. Nor is Petty's latest, Echo, a rehash of his previous album, Wildflowers.
 
The music on Echo runs the gamut. Faster-paced tunes like "Free Girl  Now" mix with medium tempo tunes like the title cut, and slightly slower tunes like "No More." Petty has a knack for fitting subdued songs like "This One's For Me" right next to raucous rock tunes like "I Don't Wanna Fight" on the same album without jarring the listener with the contrast.

Petty varies his arrangements, too. The album's first song, "Room on Top of the World," begins with a simple acoustic accompaniment and swells into a full-blown rock tune without changing tempo.  "No More" features Petty's voice, an acoustic guitar, and a little piano. "About to Give Out," in contrast, rocks out throughout, with an energy that suggests that the players were having a lot of fun playing the tune.
 
Most of the players behind Petty are familiar. Although the album is not billed as the work of Tom Petty and the Heartbreakers, most of the Heartbreakers are present. The album's instrumental mix, therefore, will be familiar to fans. On acoustic and electric guitars, Petty and Mike Campbell go easy on the effects pedals, and add just a pinch of jangle here and a dash of accompanying harmonica there. Benmont Tench flavors the songs with lots of acoustic piano and electric organ with some synthesized sounds for spice. All this is poured over Howie Epstein's solid bass work.

Petty's vocal work is much the same as it always is. For twenty years, Petty's characteristic twang and quaver has fit his melodies. He emotes as well as ever, ranging from the plaintive "No More" to the weary resignation of the title cut, to the urgency of "One More Night, One More Day." Always aware of his vocal range and his limitations, Petty produces music that is recognizably his, while still encouraging the listener to sing along.

As a lyricist, Petty remains imaginative without being consciously literary. While keeping a song's rhyme scheme, Petty's songs present everyday life in everyday language. The themes are common and universal: romantic relationships and their ups and downs, honesty, and hope. On Echo there is a noticeable tilt toward the downside of romantic relationships in songs like the title cut and "Billy the Kid," but the hope remains, as in songs like "Won't Last Long." The album's last song, "One More Night, One More Day," is both a testimony of life's struggles and an expression of hope that hanging on for one more night and one more day will see life getting better.
 
Petty has demonstrated a satirical side in his lyrics before. In "You Don't Know How It Feels," the somewhat controversial song from his previous album, many listeners confused the point of view of the character singing the song with Petty's own point of view. Petty had to explain what sort of character was singing to defend himself from charges of advocating marijuana use. The song "I Don't Wanna Fight" on the present album mixes the complaints of a similar ne'er-do-well male who sees himself as a victim in the verses with lame insistences in the chorus: "I don't wanna fight....I'm a lover..." I take this song to be similar in intent to "You Don't Know How It Feels." The casual listener may miss the satire and misunderstand Petty's intent, but at least "I Don't Wanna Fight" doesn't contain any lyrics that might irk parents.
 
At the opposite end of the relationship spectrum is "Accused of Love" with a chorus that ends "But I know that I believe that you and me forever will stand accused of love." As Petty's love songs go, this is not one of his better efforts. The chorus's court of law metaphor is not taken up in the verses until the last one, leaving the listener wondering at first why Petty chose that particular metaphor to describe a relationship.
 
One noticeable difference between the songs on Echo and his previous work is Petty's play with multiple word meanings. In "Swingin'" Petty takes the common baseball phrase "went down swinging," and gives it a twist by adding the name of famous swing musicians:  "And she went down swingin' like Tommy Dorsey." At the end of the song, Petty adds boxing to the mix by throwing in the name of Sonny Liston, a famous boxer from the 60's who lost his heavyweight title to Muhammad Ali. Petty makes other lyrical references to persons and events, as in the story of the death of Billy the Kid, that are familiar to a thirty-something reviewer, but not necessarily familiar to younger listeners, which suggests that Petty isn't about to change his recipe to cater to a younger audience.

One of my favorite tracks on the album is "Rhino Skin." It extends the familiar metaphor of "being thick-skinned" in interesting ways as it ponders the difficulties of life and romance and how to survive them.  In addition to skin as thick as a rhino's, Petty sings,

Yes, Petty's statement that you also need "elephant balls if you're not  gonna crawl on your hands through this world" will not endear him to some listeners, and may cause them to miss his main observation about life and love: He concludes with another of his rare spiritual references: The plaintive vocal turn Petty gives to these lyrics is well worth hearing.

Echo is not Petty's strongest album. Although it lacks the beginning-to-end strength of Full Moon Fever or The Great Wide Open, it does contain a fair amount of the ingredients that has feed Petty's successful career. This is not musical haute cuisine. It's good eating, but plain, and contains the government recommended daily allowance of good old fashioned rock and roll, plus a little more.
 
 Chris Parks (6/25/99)