Holy smokes, this is seriously cool music. I love the sloppy group chanting. The viola is 👌 throughout. And all the strange electronic sounds — screeches and scratches, rumbles and tumbles. Awesome. The mix is absolute ear candy 🍭. Really sounds like a band to me, collective creativity, which is refreshing and inspiring. Bravo JOBS!
“Make the bizarre and uncomfortable accessible, and make the accessible bizarre.”
That's bassist Robert Lundberg's accurate summary of the U.S. band JOBS' modus operandi. Rare is the contemporary act who so adroitly keeps the listener off-balance yet riveted with each surprising stylistic pivot and perverse strategy.
JOBS' third album, endless birthdays, is the distinctive product of four headstrong individuals—guitarist/vocalist Dave Scanlon, drummer Max Jaffe, violist Jessica Pavone, and Lundberg—with guest appearances from underground music luminaries John Dieterich (Deerhoof), Matt Mehlan (Skeletons), Cyrus Pireh (Skeletons), and Steven Lugerner. None of these musicians has a conventional bone in their bodies. endless birthdays is a bold record in which minimalist composition, mutant techno, rock pyrotechnics, electro-pop, and art song jostle for supremacy. Throughout these nine songs runs a tension between order and artful freaking out.
The sonic diversity derives from JOBS' differing writing approaches: some largely solo efforts, others an amalgam of various members' input. “I was listening/thinking about electric Miles Davis during this time,” Scanlon says. “I was very curious about these records... As a result, the initial roughs for most of these songs were twice as long as what they are now. There were originally long stretches of groove.”
Time limitations and band members' geographical distance contributed to endless birthdays' unusual energy, which Jaffe considers an asset. He also attributes the sonic diversity of the record to the absence of cymbals and the presence of Sensory Percussion, which he used to forge beats that toggle between the metronomic and the discombobulated. Jaffe notes that the sounds are “drawn from the ASMR video genre, from public television, from electronic impulses that are happening around us all the time but that are normally not given much attention.”
Album opener “A Toast” instantly thrusts you into JOBS' hybridized ecosphere with contorted techno laced with Morse code synth bleeps and Robert Fripp-on-acid guitar calligraphy. The line, “Together this cosmological display demonstrates our collective subversiveness,” means that “to resonate socially can be subversive, in that it encourages a social action,” according to Scanlon, the group's primary lyricist. “Striped Cotton Blanket” exemplifies JOBS' whiplash dynamics. A warped foghorn dirge from Pavone's viola accompanies Scanlon's desolate vocals before the band shifts into urgent sprechstimme while hummingbird-beak percussion and ominous low-frequency rumble ensue. The instrumental chaos increases with savage glitches and strident feedback from Dieterich in this song about... having a child; the titular blanket being that which hospitals give to every baby. “Opulent Fields” is JOBS' stab at radio-friendliness—a deeply emotive art song of mid-'80s, Scritti Politti-like tenderness with a metronomic, pumping rhythm and insistent guitar strumming. The twist? It's about how Americans accept gun violence; “opulent fields” refers to one's personal value.
The album's lone instrumental, “Planned Humans,” offers Squarepusher-esque beat convolutions, as every sound—including Lugerner's sax—is distorted into a horrific hyperreality. Whatever signifiers we usually recognize as “human” seem to be eradicated. And the result is eerily, singularly beautiful. “3 Being 2” sounds like a new strain of krautrock, with swift motorik beats and conventional romantic vocals evincing Autobahn cruising. But eventually Pireh's scalding guitar solo obliterates everything in its path, conjuring flashbacks of '60s psych-rock frenzy. It's a love song that sounds like an apocalypse—as well as the surprise ending to an album that subverts at every turn.
Jaffe elaborates on that point. “To me, subversion looks a lot more like a pop music that hasn't been scrubbed clean or is otherwise distorted or refracted. In our hyper-corporate environment, the thing to rebel against and the material with which to do it are increasingly becoming one and the same.” Ultimately, Lundberg asserts, JOBS strive to take listeners “to unexpected and at times uncomfortable places.” That they do with uniquely fascinating results on endless birthdays.
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One of the very few bands that have constantly evolved with musical technology, Deerhoof prove once again their supreme relevancy. MM is a fantastic refresher, bringing in different vocalists and timbres to the usual unformulaic formula. A band who remain in a league of their own... Slut Aus Nord
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Mary Halvorson is a genius composer and guitarist who has developed her own musical language, and with Code Girl she has incorporated poetry into that language. Incredible compositions and lyricism (each track is a different kind of poem). Halvorson's playing is as great as usual, and all the other members of the band sound great. Robert Wyatt's singing in particular works extremely well in the tracks he's featured. Highly, highly recommend. rat
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still my favorite album of the decade. the grooves are built on spiraling repetition, yet no two moments are exactly alike. utterly mind-bending, yet dictated by thematic purpose. and it's still kept as a trim, ever-cool package, though at times the journey is so immersive it feels everlasting. Dada in a suit; a contained bubble of aesthetic perfection that moves everywhere without stopping or faltering for a second. fucking rock on \m/ Spencer Vik