For the War on Drugs’ new L.A. album, fewer guitar solos, more golf
For years, Adam Granduciel resisted moving to Los Angeles because he didn’t want to be seen as the villain in a Bruce Springsteen song. “You know that part in ‘Racing in the Street’ where he’s talking about blowing the dude from L.A. off the track?” asks the frontman and creative mastermind of the War on Drugs, referring to Springsteen’s drag-racing epic from “Darkness on the Edge of Town.” “There’s this live version I love where he does that line and everyone in Giants Stadium cheers — like, ‘Yeah, (expletive) that guy!’”
A proud East Coast native whose band came up in Philadelphia’s scrappy, close-knit indie-rock scene, Granduciel, 42, feared that going west would signal a careerist rearrangement of his priorities — “a detachment from something that I wasn’t ready to appear detached from,” as he puts it.
Yet family beckoned: In 2019, his son with actress Krysten Ritter was born, so after a long stretch of shuttling between Philly and L.A. — not to mention a Grammy win that had already said plenty about his upward career trajectory — Granduciel settled down in the Valley, not far from a driving range where he’d end up spending a fair amount of outdoor time once the COVID-19 pandemic hit. (The kid’s name, in case his father’s allegiance to the Boss wasn’t clear, is Bruce.)
Now, the War on Drugs has released a lustrous new album, “I Don’t Live Here Anymore,” that despite Granduciel’s anxieties reflects something of his adopted home. The follow-up to 2017’s “A Deeper Understanding,” which earned rave reviews and beat LPs by Metallica and Queens of the Stone Age for the rock album Grammy, “I Don’t Live Here Anymore” still draws from the eternal dad-rock wellspring — think Springsteen, Bob Dylan, Neil Young, Tom Petty — that inspired Granduciel to form the band in 2005.
But where the War on Drugs’ earlier records stretched those influences to trippy psychedelic extremes, this one is catchier and more compact, with a glossy ’80s-throwback production job and an emphasis on Granduciel’s parched singing that evoke the days when grown-up white guys could wear stylish trench coats and star in moody black-and-white videos on MTV.
“I think the first thing anybody would notice about the album is that it’s got a lot fewer lengthy guitar solos,” says Steve Ralbovsky, the veteran A&R executive who signed the War on Drugs to Atlantic Records (and before that identified the Strokes and Kings of Leon as scruffy rock acts with potential crossover appeal).
The band even has one of those old-school videos for the LP’s shimmering title track, in which Granduciel strolls squinty-eyed down the beach before donning a pair of shades to jam with his bandmates on a windy rooftop with the L.A. skyline behind them.
“’The End of the Innocence’,” he says of Don Henley’s perfectly airbrushed ballad, “is definitely my (expletive).”
You wouldn’t say the music threatens to turn the happily rumpled Granduciel from a cult fave into a pop idol. After years in which rock kept receding further from the mainstream, though, the vintage sounds that have long fascinated him have become newly fashionable among certain high-profile types: Last year, the Killers asked Granduciel to appear on their “Imploding the Mirage” album; this year, John Mayer took up a Clapton-discovers-the-synthesizer vibe for his obsessively detailed “Sob Rock.” (“John Mayer’s New Song Sounds Like the War on Drugs,” reads the headline on a Stereogum post.)
Sipping a Diet Coke as he reclines in a beat-up leather chair at his rehearsal space in Burbank, Granduciel gently rejects the comparison. “His stuff is so clear and deliberate, which is totally sweet,” he says of Mayer, whose album he’s heard “a couple songs” from. Granduciel, dressed in a T-shirt, basketball shorts and a 76ers cap, is a little sweaty from having rushed over from home after trying, and failing, to put Bruce down for a nap. “But I wouldn’t know how to make a record that dialed-in.”
With its intricate grooves and beautifully rendered textures, “I Don’t Live Here Anymore” — which Granduciel co-produced with Shawn Everett, who’s also worked with Kacey Musgraves and Haim — suggests otherwise. So does this space filled with dozens of guitars, keyboards, amps and pedals, any one of which Granduciel can identify with a litany of stats. He just signed the lease for the place in March, but it “already looks like the inside of Adam’s head,” says the War on Drugs’ bassist, Dave Hartley. (The band’s other members, who live scattered around the country, are guitarist Anthony LaMarca, drummer Charlie Hall, keyboardist Robbie Bennett and saxophonist Jon Natchez.)
Last year, the Rolling Stones hired Granduciel to remix “Scarlet,” an unreleased 1974 cut featuring Jimmy Page on guitar and — as Granduciel was told — Cream’s Ginger Baker on drums. Turns out that Baker wasn’t on the track, as Mick Jagger later clarified over the phone, which made Granduciel feel better, given that he’d replaced the drums with his own. “I had a laugh with Mick about that,” he says. “Blew my mind.”
The War on Drugs tracked much of the new album before the pandemic in storied L.A. studios including Electro-Vox, EastWest and Sound City. “Studio B at Sound City,” Granduciel specifies with characteristic precision. Yet during pandemic-related closures, the frontman — widely understood since the band’s beginning as a kind of benevolent dictator — started soliciting contributions remotely from his bandmates; he often loved what they laid down without having him looking over their shoulders.
“I think he’s realized that his creative powers aren’t diminished by letting people see his process a little bit,” Hartley says.
Lyrically, “I Don’t Live Here Anymore” feels shaped by Granduciel’s becoming a parent; the album carries vivid if vaguely phrased thoughts regarding time, connection and memory. Yet he points out that he wrote many of the songs before Bruce was born, including the strummy opening track, “Living Proof,” which is “all about the promises you tell yourself about how you’re going to move into this next phase of your life a different, more grounded person.
“Sometimes I’ll listen to it and pretend I wrote it about having a kid,” he adds with a laugh.
Granduciel, who’s generally warm and chatty in conversation, prefers not to talk publicly about his relationship with Ritter. After our conversation, tabloid reports emerged saying the couple had split, though Granduciel denied that to the New York Times.
He’s more forthcoming about how family life might affect his career in the future. Pre-pandemic, the War on Drugs had established a reputation as a knockout live act; it’s slowly venturing back on the road with a headlining gig at next month’s Desert Daze festival in Riverside County ahead of a tour in early 2022 that will stop at New York’s Madison Square Garden.