Duster
1975 EP
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Rating: 7.1
Some bands... you want them to change. Though you may have loved their
initial sound, it gets tired after a few records and you find yourself
hoping they'll try something new to stave off your boredom. Other bands--
bands like Duster... you like what they have going and hope they stay the
course. Duster's slow, noisy and frayed sonic sludge is a thing o' beauty
for those willing to look closely enough, and while their 1975 EP
shows not a whit of growth from their two previous 7" or their 1998 debut,
Stratosphere, it still delivers the sad space rock goods in fine
form.
The only minor adjustment on 1975 is a slight- but- noticeable shift
to a more song- oriented, and less sonic- dependent environment. On tracks
like "Memphis Sophisticate" and "And Things (Are Mostly Ghosts)," the lyrics
are clear and easy to discern, a rarity for a band this in love with
distortion and cheap recording methods. Both these tracks jettison the
layered guitars and meandering organ for a more stripped down approach,
and while this uncluttered backing highlights what turns out to be pretty
fair songwriting chops, something of Duster's singular identity is lost in
the process. Yeah, these are good songs, but they sound like they could
have been recorded by any number of other "slow" bands.
Ultimately, Duster make their name as a band that focuses on the blurry edges
around the picture and leaves the deeper meaning to the imagination. "The
Motion Picture," with drums that crawl by like a wounded sloth and an
indiscernible vocal track that cuts in and out in double time, is closer to
the Duster I've grown to love. Same goes for "August Relatively," which uses
the timeworn technique of backward drums to lend an otherworldly feel to the
skeletal melody. But "Want No Light to Shine," the EP's closer, is by far the
highlight: with a gentle organ filling the spaces left by a nervous, trembling
guitar, it seems so fragile it could disappear at any moment. And then it does,
into a lovely coda played on an upright piano, a heartbreaking ending to another
fine example of the Duster sound.
-Mark Richard-San