David Thomas and Foreigners
Bay City
[Thirsty Ear]
Rating: 6.6
When conceiving his solo projects, David Thomas is like some crackpot logician, always ignoring
standardized musical equations and practical methods. He consistently seems determined to
reinvent the Rubic's Cube of rock-- a rare feat accomplished by Pere Ubu's groundbreaking 1978
album, Dub Housing. Dub Housing took a long time for people to figure out and
accept, if they ever did get it at all. In time, however, more and more bands would pick up on
the anti-formulaic formulas that the original Pere Ubu sound was founded upon, and make their
own alterations and improvements upon it. In the meantime, Thomas and Pere Ubu leaned gradually
closer towards the conventional, and never really reaped the rewards they deserved from those
original obscure blueprints they drafted.
While Pere Ubu's last couple of studio albums could almost be called straightforward and
pop-oriented, Thomas' latest aural conundrums haven't exactly been accessible or obvious by
conventional standards. Erewhon, Thomas' 1996 collaboration with the Pale Orchestra,
1999's Mirror Man, and Bay City (recorded with Foreigners), are, in a sense,
installments of the same semi-predictable weirdness that has marked his solo work.
Thomas has yet to equal 1987's Blame the Messenger as a solo artist, largely because
he hasn't been afforded the contributions of ex-Ubu members bassist Tony Maimone and keyboardist
Allen Ravenstine. Sadly, his brand of musical and lyrical unpredictability is becoming more and
more predictable, especially compared against his entire body of work. But most of what Thomas
generally involves himself with is even more forward-thinking than most bands' attempts at
aesthetic progress.
Bay City is much more of a consummate musical endeavor than last year's mediocre
multimedia project, Mirror Man, with thankfully less emphasis on the annoying Beat
poetry (i.e. no Bob Holman featured here). And more so than Mirror Man, Bay City
can be an interesting puzzle to solve: after all, it's still part disjointed narrative, with
the obscure coffee-house spoken-word element still somewhat intact. Basically, it's a minimalist
extravaganza, set to a soundtrack that-- similar to the Pere Ubu of yesteryear-- manages to
smack of an "experimental" rock conglomeration of Velvets-influenced art-rock, mixed with
primal tribal rhythms, and the occasional free-jazzy and oddly melodic Albert Ayler-ism.
Thankfully, Thomas doesn't break much new ground here in formless experimental tedium. If
that's what you want, turn to Thurston Moore.
Minimal, concise melodies are often firmly in place, but are, again, conventional by Pere Ubu
standards. But at least here, they don't sound like mere melodic accidents made by musicians
splattering improvised notes across the album. The song structures can occasionally come a
little unhinged, but they always manage to lock themselves back into place at just the right
moment. And things rarely get to that crucial point where someone's idea of high art begins
to sound like nothing more than hash-stoked rednecks making random squealing noises on various
wind instruments, and some small child pounding on phone books with No.2 pencils.
David Thomas has toned down his formerly off-the-register vocals. Remember back when he used
to attempt singing while being anally-probed by his alien captors? Now he keeps things
restrained to maybe a faint whisper, or moderate talk-singing, with only scant traces of his
lunatic high-end warbling. Overall, this isn't anything you wouldn't expect from Thomas, and
nothing you'd really expect of anyone else besides maybe Tom Waits. Bay City could be a
continuation or extension of Mirror Man, yet it most certainly improves upon that album's
largely spotty avant-garde bent.
And I suppose I'd say Bay City was, as a whole, still a tad pretentious. Except for the
fact that David Thomas has always taken the very idea of pretension and deformed and twisted it
into so many damn intricate knots over the years that it doesn't even resemble pretentiousness
anymore. Besides, the brand of alternative pretension on Bay City thankfully precludes
long stretches of sheer wrist-slashing boredom, which is always a plus.
-Michael Sandlin