genre: indie rock
Here Destroyer's catalogue is stuffed into nine-and-a-half-minutes: a jumble of Your Blues's Casio grandeur, This
Night's ragged rhythms, and the usual crate-load of Dan Bejar's fey,
meandering melodies and densely-packed lyrics. He's romantic and
self-referential as ever-- "Look I made you this broom, a predicate
warning to the sun, this night advances on"-- but rather than adding up
to some grand capitulation, the song feels more like Bejar put some old,
unfinished demos on playback and whipped the faders back and forth.
Drunk on mulled wine and dizzy from reading The Waste Land, one
might think "Rubies" goes down smooth. Otherwise, let's say that Bejar
pulls off self-pastiche with aplomb. [David
Spirit Catcher: "Key Generator"
As much as I want to dismiss the square drums and synth arrangement as
kitsch or just awfully cheesy, I buy into this. Buried in Ewan Pearson's
Sci.Fi.Hi.Fi mix last year, Belgian duo Spirit Catcher (who actually
remind me of another Belgian duo I distinctly remember Nick Sylvester talking up in
December) play a tune I can almost classify as "space disco," but for the
rockishness of it. No guitars, but lots of big, gated snares and kick
drums; no gritty vocals, but lots of hammerhead synth riffing and one-chord
vamping. I'm thinking this could work well in a Xanadu remake, or
hey, at a rave. In the midst of fellow cadets Lindstrom & Prins Thomas,
Metro Area, and Putsch 79, Spirit Catcher could certainly fit in at any
italo-flavored house party you might want to throw. So what if it's cheesy?
So is the moon. [Dominique Leone]
Cachicamo with Caspa and Leiko the Dog of the Fifth Dimension: "Imagine"
This (possibly sincere) attempt to merengueify Lennon's optimistic
threat, via lame synth tones, plays like an ethnicity-baiting Andy
Kaufman test of an audience's dignity. But such is true of hundreds of
oddball or talentless net-only acts languishing in bandwidth backwaters,
dreaming perhaps of a one-day booking a gig in a mini-storage unit. I
can't trust the nonglish that Google's translator function yields for
the bouyant spoken-word interval; it might be a dedication to a woman?
Anglo monoglots eager to shush associates who take the Beatles or
Caetano Veloso too seriously will relish this campy download, which
manages to make a pop prophet's utopia annoying. Lennon's legacy is
safe-- for Leiko the Dog of the Fifth Dimension to poop on. [William Bowers]