Half-Assed Record Review: Cake- Showroom of Compassion.


Despite my lack of a sweet-tooth, I have always loved Cake (cue the rimshot). Their music has been on my playlists, mix CDs, and radio stations of choice ever since I can remember. I probably listen to at least one of their songs every day. Excessive? Maybe. But certain music is the bread-and-butter of our lives and of what composes our taste. Cake is one of those bands for me. I like weird. Cake is weird. Whether you like them or not, you can recognize one of their songs almost immediately. So many bands these days sound nearly identical. Cake will never fall into that category. From the vocal style that is a semi-monotonous cross between singing and talking (nothing like Ke$ha, don’t worry), to the eclectic mix of musical styles (alternative rock, ska, rockabilly, jazz, rap), to the lyrics and word-play, Cake is unmistakeable. Being so different comes with its downfalls, though. For example, hatred. That’s cool, whatever, to each his own. But Cake rocks and you must hate all music, rainbows, and your mother if you disagree.

But onto the subject of their newest album, Showroom of Compassion. I’m not going to beat around the bush like so many others do. I don’t really care what obscure old school song Federal Funding kind of reminds you of. What I do care about? The fact that Cake let us down. Keep in mind I am comparing Cake to themselves and only themselves here. They’ve done better. They create classics. There isn’t one classic-to-be on this album. It seems they just really wanted to come out with one last record, and the result was watered-down versions of their old stuff and weak attempts at different styles. I will always respect Cake as a band. That will never change. However, they need to realize that there is a time to stop putting out music if you don’t have something as good as what you did before. There is a name to be upheld, and it is delicious. By releasing simply decent music, they diminish the value of their old stuff– the great stuff. Let your timeless songs be timeless. Don’t soil your good name.

Don’t get me wrong, the album isn’t terrible by any means. In fact, it’s pretty good. If it came from some no-name, unsigned, up-and-coming band I would be thoroughly impressed. But like I said, Cake has standards to live up to. If I look at Showroom of Compassion independently of the band’s past albums, it’s more than redeemable.

Let’s go through this track-by-track. Because half-assed means somewhat thorough, apparently. At least when I’m stuck inside due to a tornado warning it does.

Federal Funding- The first 3 seconds or so are promising with a catchy melody. Lead singer John McCrea keeps with his usual style, which is good. But the lyrics are straight up lazy. Maybe that’s the point, after all it is entitled “Federal Funding”.

Long Time- The bass in this song is good stuff. Vocals are more pop. The catchy bridge and bass groove keep me interested. Until about half-way through.

Got to Move- I like this. The sound of this song is reminiscent of The Beatles, but not annoyingly so. It sounds like a cute love song, but the lyrics contrast it (basically, the girl being sung about is a¬†conniving, selfish bitch). I’m all about contrast in music (and life), so this one has won me over. The style isn’t necessarily Cake’s usual, but it still works.

What’s Now is Now- Another case where the song begins so promising. Great instrumentals going on. The introduction of the vocals is perfect. And then they get lazy and might as well put the dull chorus on loop for the next three minutes. Next.

Mustache Man- Yes! The vibra-slap is back from retirement with this one. And to make it better, it seems the band didn’t give up on this song halfway through like all the others. Great beat, trumpet, everything. Cake, you earned a couple points with this one. Too bad you waited until track five to bring out the goods.

Teenage Pregnancy- The song begins with simple piano. Calm and chilling. Enter drum & trumpet with an ominous sense of drama around the 30-second mark. What’s different with this song is there are no lyrics, aside from the occasional distant “yeahh.” The feel of the song is almost creepy, and seems better fitted to be the soundtrack to a crappy murder-mystery film.

Sick of You- I hear some faint vibra-slap in the background, woo-hoo. Cake is doing themselves again, and it is good. Perfect mix between pop-like signing and McCrea’s signature sing-talking. The band brought back and utilized all of its best traits here. I’ll definitely be downloading this song. It’s almost enough to salvage the album. Almost.

Easy to Crash- Hello, synthesizer. The lyrics here are good, but fall short. The concept of this song is great. But again, it seems they got lazy. The last minute & a half= good stuff. It’s like they snorted a line halfway through the song and finally got some energy in the end.

Bound Away- Love the beginning of this! Folksy-acoustic. Ahh! Great lyrics & symbolism. Not their usual musical style at all, but I don’t mind a bit (which says a lot, because I love Cake due to their individualistic style). Another hidden gem in the mediocrity. Another track to download.

The Winter- Sad tune. It’s okay, but not up to par with what it should be, coming from this band. Cliche, cliche. Ever have a friend go through a break-up and they just go on and on and on about how miserable they are? “The Winter” is that, with some trumpet crying in the background. I can do without.

Italian Guy- Some of Cake’s old weirdness that I love is back with this song. But, again, they let is slide the last half, and I’m put to sleep.


Showroom of Compassion is Cake’s first album release since 2004. Maybe they’re going through some sort of mid-life crisis. Maybe they needed even more time. I don’t know. But despite the mediocrity of this long-awaited release, we can rest at ease knowing we will always have Short Skirt, Long Jacket; Shut the Fuck Up; Perhaps, Perhaps, Perhaps; Rock N’ Roll Lifestyle; The Distance and Love You Madly, to name a few. Cake is one of the most talented and eclectic bands out there. They have been for decades. Because of that, I guess I can show Showroom of Compassion some compassion. (Sorry, I had to.)




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