What is the biggest problem I’ve heard in debut albums in my
twelve years of reviewing music? Simple: lack of direction. Artists
might have the heart and the knowledge of their instruments, but
they often find themselves jumping from style to style in an effort
to cover all bases – or maybe they just don’t know which vein of
music they’d like to be in.
Case in point: Richard Marx, the pop baladeer who has written
many beautiful love songs over his career. (True story: “Now And
Forever” was the second song my wife and I slow-danced to at our
wedding in 1995.) But on his self-titled debut release from 1987,
Marx’s jumping from style to style becomes more of a distraction
than a benefit, and it eventually hurts the album.
Marx does demonstrate he’s comfortable singing a ballad or an
all-out rocker (at least, as far out there as an AOR artist can get
doing rock). But when you constantly hear Marx jumping from style
to style as songs fade in and out, you find yourself wanting Marx
to make up his mind which way he wants to go. Could I have seen an
album filled with songs like “Don’t Mean Nothing”? Absolutely…
just as much as I could have seen an album comprised of songs like
“Endless Summer Nights” and “Hold On To The Nights”.
The only time that Marx really stumbles is when he tries to take
the middle of the road with his music; songs like “Remember
Manhattan” hit the wall pretty hard. For that matter, the whole
second half of
Richard Marx is pretty forgettable.
In the end, Marx shows his greatest strengths as a balladeer
than as a rocker. Sure, you could call songs like “Endless Summer
Nights” sappy-sweet, but Marx’s voice is much better suited for
these types of numbers. And “Hold On To The Nights” might not be
his best ballad, but it does demonstrate Marx’s strengths singing
ballads, as well as the basic direction he’d take his career.
If you’re not listening closely (or you’re not reading the liner
notes), chances are you’ll miss the guest vocal appearances from
ex-Tubes leader Fee Waybill and the guitar work of Joe Walsh.
Richard Marx contains some songs that demonstrated the
potential star power that Marx had – and could have achieved that
much quicker had he not tried to cover all the musical bases on
this album.
