Mark Lanegan

By: Tor Aarestad
November 25, 2009


The apex of MARK LANEGAN’s (born 1964) visibility came more than fifteen years ago as the lead singer of the feral Seattle band Screaming Trees during the apogee of that city’s fame as the rebirthplace of rock. Like his friend and fellow Washingtonian Kurt Cobain, Lanegan seemed wholly unsettled by the gaze of millions and chronically pained in his band (though chronic pain was part of that aesthetic, it must be said). Lanegan began recording solo albums during the Trees’ extended dénouement, exploring a spare sonic landscape closer to that of deranged roots-punk auteurs such as the Gun Club or the Nick Cave/Bad Seeds collective than to the anthemic guitar swamp that dominated Seattle. The Lanegan since, or at least the role he has developed, is a kind of musical C.W. Sughrue (from James Crumley’s 1978 novel Last Good Kiss, in which Sughrue teams up with fellow degenerate Abraham Trahearne), wandering through an imaginary American west, strung out, drunk, penitent but unredeemed. The women who appear are either saintly (Isobel Campbell of Belle & Sebastian, P.J. Harvey) or reprobates like himself (Wendy Rae Fowler, P.J. Harvey). His twin masterpieces so far are his collection of folk/blues/roots covers, I’ll Take Care of You, and the debut album of the Mark Lanegan Band, Bubblegum. The latter title comes from the masterful, ethereal “Bombed,” a dreamy ode to intemperance countered by the driving, seductively intoxicating “Methamphetamine Blues.” Experiencing this song live, one surely would need to drive directly to the nearest church basement in search of some-sort-of-anon. Lanegan’s Sughrue seems finally to have found his Trahearne in the form of  former Afghan Whig Greg Dulli: the two have released one album as The Gutter Twins, with another on the way. We’ll hope their ending turns out better.


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  1. ‘field songs’ is the one that does it for me – murderously depressing and very beautiful. used to listen to that on night shifts at the bakery, entranced and unconsoled.

  2. Night shift workers really are his ideal audience. What did you think of the “Bombed” lyrics, Winds?
    “Love, there are flowers hanging in the vine
    So high, you cannot see
    Now my mind must go on holiday,
    torn from its hook, a broken valentine”

    There are some great videos on Youtube of his band playing on Irish TV, starting here:

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