Vintage Review: Pete Berwick's Only Bleeding (2002)

Like many a troubadour before him, Pete Berwick made his way to Nashville in search of fame and fortune. Also like many artists that walked that same road, he ended up returning home years later without much fame and even less fortune. Berwick did all the things expected of an artist in the Music City, playing his songs at “writer’s nights” in local clubs at night and working a day job at the car wash while waiting for his big break. He signed a songwriting deal with a storefront publisher and hooked up with a fly-by-night indie label. What seemed like a sure thing, a track placed in the River Phoenix movie The Thing Called Love, came to naught when his manager lacked the juice to get the song included on the soundtrack album.

After his Nashville fiasco, Berwick moved back to Chicago, older, wiser and just a little worse for the wear. He gave up music for a while, playing sporadically and writing a few songs. Luckily, the story doesn’t end with this tale of dashed hopes and broken dreams. The attraction of the muse is a strong one, and I’ve personally never met a serious artist who could be kept away from their creative outlet for long. Berwick gathered a group of grizzled Chicago rock-and-blues veterans to record one song in the studio; they ended up recording Only Bleeding, a ten-track reaffirmation of the power of rock ‘n’ roll, and a fresh start for Pete Berwick. A fiercely independent songwriter and performer who has found that he doesn’t need the corporate label system to make a musical statement, Berwick’s fourth album is the accumulation of almost a decade of artistic trials and tribulations.
      
Only Bleeding showcases all of Berwick’s various influences and incarnations, the songs mixing rock, country, and blues in the creation of a heady musical elixir. “Must Think She Loves Me” and the hilarious “Nuclear Boy” are energetic, punk-tinged rockers while “Cold Steel Gun” is a barroom weeper complete with T.C. Furlong’s delicious steel guitar and Berwick’s appropriately morose vocals. With the biker anthem “Outsider” Berwick has created a new musical genre – “metallic country” – the song a defiant declaration of alienation that matches Nashville twang with tasty power chords. The title track is a Dylanesque country blues tune with wonderful vocals, Berwick’s mournful mouth harp work and well-placed piano courtesy of Denny Daniels. The album-closing “Standing At the Gates of Hell” is a lively rocker with brilliant imagery, the story of a poor working class loser who dies and shows up “at the gates of hell” only to find that they won’t let him in. It sounds a lot like Jason & the Scorchers – another obvious influence – but with Berwick’s Rodney Dangerfield-like lyrics and dynamic delivery it’s a wonderful pairing of roots-rock and honky-tonk soul.    

It’s with “Gotta Get Out of Here,” the centerpiece of Only Bleeding, that Berwick hits that once-in-a-lifetime adrenaline O.D. where decades of rage and frustration are expressed perfectly in a three-minute rock song. In the tradition of Eric Burdon’s “We Gotta Get Out Of This Place” or Bruce Springsteen’s “Jackson Cage,” the song is about hopelessness and dashed dreams and, in a more personal vein, the torment of being a talented musician in a land of mundane mediocrity. When Berwick sings “I got a daytime job, teevee at night, if the boredom don’t kill me, then the cigarettes might,” he’s expressing the fears of every factory worker, slaughterhouse grunt and service industry wage slave who suspects that there must be something more to life. For Berwick, the song itself is an act of transcendence, its performance “getting” him out of here, his tortured vocals and screaming guitar allowing the artist a brief moment of escape. It’s a powerful musical moment, a solid example of why most of us started listening to rock ‘n’ roll in the first place.

Berwick sees the world of human relationships and frailties with a folkie’s sensitivity and writes about them with the poetic blue-collar perspective of a Steve Earle or Bruce Springsteen. A gifted songwriter and charismatic performer, Berwick is a true rock ‘n’ roll survivor, an artist of integrity and vision who never even stood a chance in the industry babylon that is Nashville. Only Bleeding offers an eclectic mix of styles that defies industry homogenization to deliver a strong and thoroughly enjoyable musical experience for the listener. Pete Berwick has been singing his songs for a small, if faithful audience for far too long; with Only Bleeding, people will be forced to listen. (Shotgun Records, released 2002)

Review originally published by Alt.Culture.Guide™, 2002