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The four Advertisements, all in their mid-twenties, use pseudonyms taken from the advertising world -- in addition to guitarist, lead vocalist, and chief spokesman Mr. Whipple, there's keyboard player Mikey, drummer Mac Tonight, and bassist The Michelin Man. Friends since they met in a mid-Eighties Southern-rock outfit named Red Dash, Whipple and Mikey first conceived of the Advertisements last winter. "He and I were just sitting around watching TV, and he started to sing the GE song. `GE, we bring good things to living, we bring good things to light,'" explains Whipple. "On a whim, we went down to his basement and recorded it, and it sounded great. So we called up the other guys, who we knew and had worked with, and that was our band."
In the fine tradition of outfits like the Residents, the Runaways, and the Slits, the Advertisements are a band with a gimmick, certainly. But are they a band that has anything other than gimmick? In a word, yes. Vocally, Whipple is a dead ringer for Mott the Hoople's Ian Hunter, with a world-weary delivery that drips with authenticity. Founded on an organ-laden sound that recalls the glory days of the Attractions, the band crackles (and snaps, and pops, of course) with so much energy that the lyrics, grating at first, soon become irrelevant, as they are in Kriss Kross's "Jump," or "Surfer Girl," or any number of infectious classics. From the sunny cheer of "Coke Is It" to the grungy crunch of "The Wiener Song," irresistible harmonies upholster the market-tested hooks. And while a few numbers are bogged down by radical genre revisionism -- "You Can't Drink It Slow If It's Quik" comes on as a swoony "Earth Angel" ballad, all plinking piano and precious reverb -- the LP is, for the most part, unconflicted pop.
The album runs the gamut of the American marketplace, from appliances ("GE") to coffee ("Good to the Last Drop [Maxwell House]") to fast food ("Aren't You Hungry for Burger King Now?"). But with so many commercials to choose from, how did they make their final cuts? "We had a terrible time with the final track listing," admits Whipple. "For instance, we knew we couldn't do more than one cereal song, and we picked Lucky Charms over Cap'n Crunch because we wanted to do this `Within You, Without You' bit, Eastern-sounding guitars and a little raga. But we had to shelve some stuff that we loved, like a hellacious instrumental version of `The Copper-Top Battery' with these crashing keyboards and thundering drums."
In an era when every critic is hypersensitive, sometimes to the point of sanctimony, to the issue of appropriating pop songs for commercial purposes, this naive inversion -- appropriating commercial songs for pop purposes -- is surprisingly powerful. It's an instant cataclysm, a semiotician's wet dream that asks this vital question: Once you've recognized the element of commodification in pop music, why not remove the polite boundaries and go all the way? The Who hinted at this possibility 25 years ago with the cover of The Who Sell Out, and Yes made its own lumbering statement by naming the 90210 LP, or whatever it was, after the Universal Product Code number assigned to the album. But the Advertisements haven't sabotaged their own mission by recording original songs ("I Can See for Miles" was not a binocular ad). And they're not exactly corporate stooges, either. Unlike Ray Charles's ubiquitous "You Got the Right One, Baby" and other lucrative pairings -- Elton John for Diet Coke, Little Richard for Taco Bell -- the performances on Product Placement are unsolicited, not endorsements of the products so much as endorsements of the jingles. The Advertisements aren't seeking corporate sponsors, and aren't receiving a corporate dime. And that's the beauty of it.
Despite the intense feelings they are bound to rouse in purists -- one East Coast critic has already referred to the band as "the latest, and most dangerous, in a long series of Anti-Christs" -- the Advertisements insist they are not trying to pull the consumer wool over anyone's eyes. "We recognize these people as artists," explains Whipple. "They're artists working within commercial constraints, but they're still artists. And we credit them in the liner notes, songwriters like Tom Dawes, who wrote `Plop, Plop, Fizz, Fizz,' and Richard D. Trentlage, who wrote `The Wiener Song.' These songs are an essential part of Americana, and we want them to get the credit they're due."