Aghori Mhori Mei
Martha?s Music/Thirty Tigers, 2024
http://www.smashingpumpkins.com
REVIEW BY: Benjamin Ray
ORIGINALLY PUBLISHED: 12/16/2024
Ever the endearing crank, Billy Corgan informed listeners that the Pumpkins’ 13th album would be one that “old-school fans could be happy about, for once.”
Turns out he wasn’t kidding, though. The fourth album from the mostly-reformed band is their best, most cohesive work in a very long time. Gone are the omnipresent synths from the dull Cyr and the forced nostalgia of Shiny And Oh So Bright; in its place is a classicist record that frequently recalls the sound and spirit of the first few Pumpkins albums.
Corgan, guitarist James Iha and drummer Jimmy Chamberlin went back to Siamese Dream for inspiration, not so much in the sound (Corgan says) but in the approach to making an album as a band. Aghori careens with confidence from more pensive midtempo numbers to blistering hard rockers, with plenty of riffs and a lot to unpack in its 44 minutes and 10 tracks.
Rediscovering the sound of Siamese Dream and Melon Collie isn’t something Corgan has wanted to do, but with two of his three old bandmates sticking around (Iha rejoined in 2018) for the long haul, it seemed revisiting that time period was a group decision. But Aghori’s strength is that it never sounds derivative; this is the same band that recorded those classics, for sure, and it’s a reminder that this combination of muscle and sensitivity—and Corgan’s whiny voice—is unique in rock.
It's hard to pick a highlight because the album is solid throughout; there are definitely no bad tracks or embarrassing moments, such is the level of quality here. “999” probably gets the nod for most complete track, a six-minute odyssey of riffs and a prog-rock feel that confidently creates a hazy alt-rock vibe like the best Pumpkins songs of old.
The rock side also includes “War Dreams of Itself,” the twisty “Sicarus,” the efficient single “Sighommi” and the murkier “Pentagrams.” Those who like the slower side of the band (think “1979” or “Disarm”) will be drawn more to “Goeth the Fall” and the slight pop inclinations of “Who Goes There,” not to mention the string-laden closing ballad “Murnau.” Of additional note is the production here, which leans into the fuzzy layered sound of the band’s early days and away from the more Spartan approach favored on everything of the last 20 years.
With Iha back on board now, Corgan seems to have made peace with the fact that fans want to hear the songs that made his band famous all those years ago. In kind, fans have both warmly received the recent concert tours as this album, as well they should. It’s a solid effort that you’ll want to return to.
Oh, a note about the title: Nobody knows what it means, and Corgan won’t say, other than it seems—along with the lyrics—to have some sort of vague connotations with the occult and/or Eastern religions. This is not essential to enjoying the album, but I figured some of you would be curious.