Since I Won't be Getting Any Women Anyway, Here's a Page-Long Post on James Bond Music
The new Bond song popped up online earlier this week. It’s called “You Know My Name” (because, you know, “Casino Royale” would sound silly), and it’s written by the film’s composer, David Arnold, sung by some guy named Chris Cornell, with lyrics by Don Black (who has been doing them since Thunderball in 1965, for Christ’s sake). It’s altogether not horrendous, but not entirely successful, either.
In spite of this, the producers felt they needed a big name for the next movie; someone that would get people talking about the song as much as the movie. Being that the last moderately successful Bond theme was Duran Duran’s A View to a Kill, in 19 frigging 85, this is a fair concern. So, being the geniuses that they are, they brought in Madonna and had her write a song completely independent of Arnold that lacks any sense that it is a main theme to a James Bond movie. Unsurprisingly, what is inarguably the absolute worst Bond theme is never heard from again in the movie after it makes its initial appearance at the start, and the film has no musical cohesion. This is made all the worse when you consider that Arnold had a kick-ass song already written, parts of it you can pick up at various points in the movie’s score.
For Casino Royale, for whatever reason, the producers seem to have magically given full control to Arnold in writing the title song (like World is Not Enough). Given carte blanche, he goes for some guy named Chris Cornell. He is apparently in some band called Audioslave (so you know it has to be great), and he sounds like Chad Kroeger or the guy from Creed. Basically, he is an awful, awful human being. The song itself is reminiscent of Nickleback’s song at the end of the first Spider-Man movie; that is to say that it is pretty bad.
I’ve gotta say that I’m stunned. For years I’d told myself that if they just gave Arnold the freedom to write whatever he wanted, he’d knock it out of the park. Like, I figured maybe he’d go back to Shirley Bassey or Tom Jones or maybe someone contemporary who was interesting, like Goldfrapp or even go the all-instrumental route like On Her Majesty’s Secret Service and team up with the Propellerheads again. Nope. Chris fucking Cornell, I guess, is a guy Arnold thinks is appropriate to sing a Bond song. It’s like when you believe in God, but your infant child gets cancer and dies anyway. Like, seriously, I don’t know what to believe anymore.