Released: July 28, 1992
Gordon tends to be remembered as the record with Kraft Dinner, Yoko Ono, and a Grade 9 kid who watched The Wrath of Khan instead of studying. Fair enough. Barenaked Ladies packed their debut with jokes people could repeat after one listen. The harder question is why the humour never turns the album into a novelty. How does Gordon keep the laugh and the hurt inside the same song without making either sound fake?
The answer starts with the way the band plays. Jim Creeggan’s double bass skips around the vocal lines, giving the songs a loose, restless pulse. Ed Robertson’s acoustic guitar is clipped and percussive, while Tyler Stewart’s drums leave room for Andy Creeggan’s piano, congas, and pile of small percussion. Michael Phillip Wojewoda keeps each part audible even when the arrangements get busy. “Enid” moves from a chilly synth-pop fake-out into piano, cuíca, horns, and pedal steel. The chorus is bright, but the narrator keeps cycling through resentment, need, and self-pity. Each musical turn catches a different mood before he can decide how he really wants to remember the relationship.
“Grade 9” handles anxiety at the same speed a teenager experiences it. The song races through lost lunches, broken glasses, crowd noises, and deliberately clumsy keyboard bass before detouring into Rush’s “Tom Sawyer,” Vince Guaraldi’s “Linus and Lucy” and “The Spirit of Radio.” It sounds like school panic filtered through every record and television reference available. “Box/Set” takes the same restless humour into lounge pop, using piano, vibraphone, cowbell, and hand percussion. Page imagines a career-spanning retrospective on the band’s first album, singing like a washed-up star trying to convince everyone that the bad records were misunderstood.
The quieter songs show why all that joking matters. “Brian Wilson” begins with a lonely trip to a record shop and turns pop obsession into a hiding place for depression. Page moves from conversational details into a wide, theatrical chorus, while acoustic guitars, double bass, and congas give the drums room to widen the song. “What a Good Boy” pares the arrangement down further. Piano and organ gather beneath a lyric about boys and girls inheriting roles they never chose. Page pushes into the high notes, and the slight strain in his voice keeps the uncertainty audible.
Then “The Flag” removes nearly everything. A phone call following an act of violence unfolds over bowed double bass, bass drum, snare, and a low thump credited to Andy Creeggan’s suitcase. No quick harmony or funny noise breaks the tension. One song later, “If I Had $1,000,000” returns to conversational ping-pong. Page and Robertson trade increasingly specific fantasies about houses, pre-wrapped sausages, Kraft Dinner, and expensive ketchup, sounding like two friends extending a private joke because neither wants the conversation to end. The abrupt change says plenty about how quickly people can move between saying too much and joking their way out of it.
So how does Gordon keep the laughs from cheapening the hurt? It treats humour as a reflex. These characters riff when embarrassed, perform when lonely, and reach for pop culture when direct speech becomes risky. The band writes that reflex into quick harmonies, double-bass turns, and sudden stylistic detours, then strips everything back when “The Flag” demands it. Every Rush quote, record-store tangent, and Kraft Dinner fantasy becomes part of the answer: on Gordon, laughter is how frightened people work their way toward the truth.
Written by Rob Joncas for DeadNoteMedia.
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