
Before it’s release Pitchfork called Fork in the Road “potentially bat shit”. Consider it—potential fulfilled.
Not since Re*ac*tor has Neil put out an album largely made up of cro-magnon rockers. After listening to it twice I felt like my IQ dropped a couple dozen points. Not that the subject matter is stupid. The Linc-volt, Neil’s eco-car is actually a pretty cool concept. It’s just that the simple bar room riffs and mindless lyrics of most of the songs can get brain numbing.
The album as a whole reminds me of a cross between Re*ac*tor and This Note’s For You but sonically in the style of Greendale and Living With War. Whereas Greendale is a cornerstone release in Neil’s catalog and Living With War finds a way to override it’s dumbness with passion, FITR is mostly just plain dumb. The wilder side of Old Black makes a very brief appearance on “Just Singing a Song” and the gem of the many clunky rockers is the title track. The best song on the album, “Light a Candle” is one that can stand with other great songs from throughout Neil’s career. Lyrically it evokes “Thrasher”, and the arrangement avoids simplistic riffing. Amazingly, Neil manages to crap out a “T-Bone”-esque song with the very repetitive tune “Cough Up the Bucks”. Sorry Neil, didn’t really need the first “T-Bone”. “Off the Road” is a weird ballad written to his eco-car–and not in the endearing “Long May You Run” way but in a way where I wouldn’t be surprised to see Pegi take a sledgehammer to his precious ride.
If I was a teacher I’d give this album a D+. It’s not a total failure and the eco-car concept isn’t a bad idea. Unfortunately, it doesn’t seem that his car makes for very good music. Try again Neil.