As the title of Bon Jovi’s thirteenth studio album suggests,
it’s the end of an era for the New Jersey outfit. It’s the first album to not
feature the guitar wizardry of founding member Richie Sambora, who left the
band a few years’ back for reasons that haven’t really been made clear to those
of us outside of the band’s inner circle.
Tying in to the end of an era theme, this collection marks
the final release on Mercury Records, as the band have moved on and will
allegedly release a new album on an as-yet-unknown label, followed by a world
tour. Presumably, also, without Sambora, whose stage presence and insane guitar
chops are missed by all and sundry. Perhaps, even, Jon Bon Jovi himself.
If you thought Jon Bon Jovi was happy enough to be moving
on, you’d be wrong. The title track features some pointed lyrics – “After 30
years of loyalty, they let you dig the grave / Now maybe you can learn to sing
or strum along / Well I’ll give you half the publishing / You’re why I wrote
this song.” – that can only be aimed at Mercury. So, there’s some angst between
the two parties, which leads me to think that the band was shunted out. It’s a
pretty interesting move on the label’s part, given the insane amount of success
Bon Jovi has brought Mercury over the years.
So, the premise of this album is to fulfil the band’s
contract with Mercury, which they’ve done by releasing a collection consisting
of a few new tracks and other songs that were left on the cutting room floor.
And, when I listened to Burning Bridges
for the first time, I had the immediate feeling that JBJ and co should’ve left
those songs where they were.
This is the worst Bon Jovi album I’ve ever heard. The songs
are bland, boring, formulaic, and devoid of some of the trademarks that have
seen the New Jersey rock band catapult to worldwide stardom. It’s clear almost
instantly that Sambora is sorely missed. Not just because there are few in the
world who can rival him on guitar, but because of his song-writing ability,
too. It just doesn’t feel right. You can’t replicate a guy like that. John Shanks
is a good player, but he isn’t Richie Sambora. Few are.
I’ve never been a guy who latches onto an entire album of
any band or singer, but I can usually find more than four or five tracks that
impact me enough to make me want to put them on my iPod. Not so here. Burning Bridges, for the most part, is a
forgettable selection of songs. I have three songs from this collection on my
Bon Jovi playlist, one being ‘Saturday Night Gave Me Sunday Morning’, the only
track where Sambora has a co-write. The rest…well, the less said about them,
the better.
In a recent Rolling Stone interview, Jon Bon Jovi said it’s
something “are going to be very proud of in the spring when we put it out,” so
I can only hope that this is merely a bump in the road for the band. Time will
tell.
For now, I’ll stick with my vintage Bon Jovi albums, and
wait for some new solo material from Richie Sambora.
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