|It kind of looks like the album cover for Gojira's Magma rendered by an Atari 2600.|
These days are far, far quieter, however. I mean, not musically of course, I still have delicious levels of RAGE (tm) but behaviourally. Instead of dancing the night away on a beach surrounded by crazy Russian ladies, I am sitting on my comfy couch writing this screed whilst my daughter dreams of whatever 22 month-oldsters dream about and my wife watches Netflix, probably wondering all the while if I'm typing about the Russian episode again.
But my loss is your gain, because I have discovered yet another gem that I think y'all will love. Last week I found an album that really got my toes tapping off my normally crushed, battered, and beaten path. They led me to this group which I have been playing nonstop throughout the week. In fact I went out and bought a speaker system so I could hear it better. That's dedication right there. Without further ado, let's talk about Epic, the new album by Tycho.
|If this was my rehearsal space, those Russians never would have left.|
When I delved into SURVIVE last week it really gave me a hankering to see what other electronic madness was out there as a bit of a Black Metal palate cleanser before getting my face melted off in the usual way. As is often the case with me, one thing led to another and, yadda yadda yadda . . . this album kicks ass.
I have seen it described as "Post Rock" and I don't know what that means, other than it sounds like something an expensive Brooklyn coffee shop would play, but what you get here are songs that are so layered it's almost dizzying, with catchy drum beats and keyboards surrounded on all sides by some amazing guitar work. The guitar riffs and melodies grab these songs like a drunken Russian beachcomber and push them forward- you'll soon have these riffs embedded in your brain. It isn't that the tracks are super complicated (although there's lots of interesting stuff happening) its just that they are so artfully put together, and each note has a purpose. Right after the first song kicked in I knew this was gonna be good. As another sign of its accessibility and ear worminess, I played a few tracks for my daughter and she didn't immediately demand to watch Frozen for the 147th time. Of course, one time she smiled when I started playing Chainsaw Gutsfuck while her mom was out jogging (Mayhem Rules!) so who the hell knows with her. Kids, amirite?
If you liked SURVIVE's latest (and I'm sure you loyal readers all went and swooped it up) you'll love this. Definitely more on the rock spectrum then the soundtrack feel of that work but with an equal sense of fun and mesmerizing craftsmanship, it's worth checking out. If you get through the first three songs and haven't started tapping toes, fingers, or whatever, you're probably dead inside. In that case,your New Year's resolution should be to get on that beach with the Russian girls, undeaden yourself, get this album, and tap your damn toes to it.