Cracker Kerosene Hat

Cracker Kerosene Hat

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I still can’t believe there was a time in radio where you could actually be sick of hearing Cracker. The then-inescapable tunes were “Get Off This” and “Low,” both from their 1993 sophomore release Kerosene Hat. Cracker enjoyed minor success with “Teen Angst (What the World Needs Now),” the snarling, infectious single off their self-titled debut album, but Kerosene Hat was able to capitalize on the “anything that sounds remotely alternative is good” radio days of the early 90s. Truth be told, David Lowery deserved some of the monetary rewards from the alternative rock explosion of the 90s. Camper Van Beethoven, the band Lowery was in before Cracker, was one of the more influential acts of the late 80s. While Cracker may not have been as revolutionary as Camper Van Beethoven, they were quirky enough to defy categorization. Kerosene Hat  is the sound of a band throwing anything it can to the studio walls and hoping something sticks. The thing is, most of what Cracker threw in Kerosene Hat stuck. “Low,” the leadoff track, has a riff that you can’t get out of your head and a chorus that’s just as catchy: “Bein’ with you girl / It’s like being low / hey hey hey it’s like being low.” Right after that song, it’s anything goes. Optimistic half-slacker, half-motivational speeches “Get Off This” do-si-do with country-influenced tracks (way before the alt-country craze took off). And to close the album (at least, according to the liner notes), an amazing cover of the Grateful Dead’s “Loser.” However, “Loser” isn’t the final track on the album. Kerosene Hat was one of the first major albums to take full advantage of the ‘hidden track’ function in CDs -– ballooning the CD’s length to 99 songs (most of them after track 15 utter silence) and putting three songs on as “hidden tracks.” Arguably the most beloved hidden track is the six-minute-plus ode to bohemian listlessness “Eurotrash Girl.” The song details one of the worst weekends you could ever have in a foreign country: having your car broken into, getting ripped off by a junkie, getting a case of the crabs, calling your folks for money only to have them hang up on you; but somehow, the chorus of “Yeah, I’ll search the world over for my angel in black” still leaves you hopeful.