The Weepies – Hideaway

The Weepies

A weepy is described as someone that is prone to cry. Some chick flicks used to be negatively referred to as “weepies,” mostly by men who couldn’t stand them. What Deb Talan and Steve Tannen have attempted to do is re-create the term so that it can comprise alternate connotations. On the duo’s latest effort, Hideaway, they have endeavored to make an album that is both sad in lyrical content but uplifting at the same time. The result is an album filled with altogether gushy and downtrodden music that never really goes anywhere.

A song like “Antarctica” possesses the music to be successful. However, the lyrics about washing your sorrows away in alcohol and escaping to a cold, dark land are cliché and schmaltzy. The music is back dropped by upbeat guitars and drums but Talan’s dreary delivery and the sleepy chorus bring the entire song down.

According to the press release, Hideaway is the result of the band’s demanding 2007 year. The duo had fallen in love and toured for much of 2006, when they returned home they felt secluded and exhausted. Yet, it goes on to state how the band’s music has been used in many films and hit TV shows and in this same 2007 year that was filled with the aforementioned sadness, the duo found time to get happily married and had a child. Don’t worry; you aren’t the only ones that are confused.

So this album is supposed to be a dark and gloomy collection of songs that showcase the duo’s labor and attempt to “reconnect with what moved us [them] about music in the first place.” The sad thing is that the music and lyrics on here are just too sappy and melancholy. The glimmering guitar on “Old Coyote” is somewhat enticing but Talan’s cynical lyrics are depressing. It doesn’t help that her delivery is jagged, shoddy and rushed.

Bright spot, “Little Bird,” is a fine example of what this album could have been. The music conveys a soft and contemplative creature. Tannen and Talan work together to portray what an animal can perceive all on his own and their harmonies are focused and poignant. The music is complimented nicely by swelling guitars and a plucking guitar — it’s a fine song, alas, there aren’t enough of them on the album.

Ultimately, some people will enjoy the album because of its simple and effortless approach. The duo decided to place the attention on the lyric’s distressing content and forgot that the music requires just as much detail. And with Hideaway, it’s just too hard to get into an album that will make you feel miserable and regretful for even putting it on. Not even the Beatles-esque closer, “All this Beauty,” can save the album from a forgettable fate.