Seemingly unsure as to where they fit in as they negotiate a fifth decade at the coalface, Chrissie Hynde has kept the Pretenders quietly chugging along of late, while exploring new directions—jazz-tinged covers; Bob Dylan covers — on a solo career that, more than anything, bought her time.
For what is only the twelfth Pretenders album, Hynde has
dispensed with the production services of 2020’s Hate
For Sale helmsman Stephen Street in favour of David Wrench, the
Grammy-nominated Welshman, who brings a broad but playful palette. On-off drummer
Martin Chambers is off again but, as on Hate For
Sale, her songwriting partner is James Walbourne, current lead guitarist
and Richard Thompson’s son-in-law.
For all its boundary pushing, Relentless accepts that
since Hynde’s voice is instantly recognizable whether she’s hollering
or crooning, it defines the Pretenders: she’s
a lifer, unable to escape, even if she wanted
to. Endless personnel shuffles may bring
renewal, but Hynde has always been a keen
student of her own history.
Instinctively, Hynde has always been a rocker, even when
her walk hasn’t wholly vindicated her talk. When she rocks on this aptly titled,
almighty whoosh of fresh air, she’s heavier and denser than ever.
Relentless is not, though, one-paced, and Hynde has always blossomed when she has something to prove; here it’s finding a place for the Pretenders in 2023. Flexing her songwriting muscles, the percussive Your House Is On Fire has the gall to begin like a madrigal, but from its first moments Let The Sun Come In almost breaks into — of all things — Shiny Happy People.
There’s real new ground
broken when Jonny Greenwood pops up to add a swirling string arrangement to the
graceful closer I Think About You Daily, where Hynde ditches her swagger to
sound more vulnerable than she has in years as she whispers, “I never could
take good advice”.
Surely Relentless is how
Chrissie Hynde always wanted the Pretenders to sound.
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