Mice Parade
Collaborations
[Bubble Core]
Rating: 8.3
Post-rock is an easy genre to deride. I can't count the number of times that,
while waiting in line at the pharmacy counter for my weekly hand-out of
war-zone-strength Senokot tablets, I've heard one glib, over-medicated oik
observe to another: "Tortoise make muzak for grad students." It's especially
easy to pick on Tortoise-- they're the fortunate ones signed to Warp Records.
They're also the ones whose Standards album was discussed more for its
Jasper Johns cover's relation to the macerated U.S. 2000 election than for
the music it contained.
The resentment that many express towards post-rock seems generated by anxiety.
The genre is a progressive form and is therefore on a journey into territories
previously marked out for other styles or artforms to explore. Post-rock is a
transgressive interloper, and it refuses to conform to the norms expected by
the majority of the listening public. Moving away from the safe confines of
pop, singer/songwriter misery-confessionals, and meat-head bar-band blues,
post-rock runs the risk of falling flat on its geekily spectacled bonce. But
that's the trade-off for invigorating experimentation, and for injecting more
developed material into the pop genome.
Adam Pierce's Mice Parade project isn't as vilified as John McEntire's band.
Listening to Collaborations, you're lulled rather than preached to,
and that makes a huge public relations difference. Far from the fussy world
beat obscurantisms of 1999's Ramda, Collaborations takes tracks
similar to the dub-wise, abstract elegance of that's album "Logic" and rewires
them for hazy, post-club comedowns and slow-burning discussions of Andreas
Gursky's representations of trading room floors.
Pierce is doubtlessly enamored of Steve Reich's Music for Mallet
Instruments, as Ramda more than just name-checked that Reich
piece; its "Headphoneland in the School of Old" swindled us into believing
that a marimba-ing Reich could have joined Elizabeth Frazer, Horace Andy, or
Shara Nelson to turn out a masterpiece with Massive Attack.
For Collaborations, Mice Parade has called in Doug Scharin and Curtis
Harvey from Him, Reich disciple and glitch-fiend Nobukazu Takemura, and some
nervy bloke called Jim O'Rourke. Over chips and dips, the collaborators
tossed a few ideas back and forth, sank some local brew and picked up their
Biafran kneedrums, resonating fjord flutes, and Mongolian monochords, and got
their moderately MoMA freak on.
Collaborations begins with "The Fall from Andalucia," a pastoral take
on Pluramon's motorik aesthetic: Andrés Segovia-like guitar flourishes slip
swiftly into aleatorical wind chimes, then into curlew calls bonded air-tight
by Jaki Leibezeit-y polyrhythms, marimbas and tabla plashes. Emerging from
the closing dissonance of the first track, "Rela Circle" calmly echoes with
a lightly reverbed piano and another outing for the quintessential,
tentatively-probing post-rock bass figure. Pierce allows a tinny beatbox to
oppress muffled congas as a Pullman-style guitar takes over tentative probing
duties from the bass.
In the first of its three forms, "Mystery Brethen Vironment" is a lullaby in
the style of Laurie Anderson's "O Superman." Hypnotic keyboard lines cascade
over Aki Tsuyuko's trickling la-la-la's. Pierce breaks up the airy reverie
with a knuckle-head grunge guitar hammer. Though vocalist Tsuyuko does her
best to turn the track into an outtake from Lush's Scar sessions, it's
a hope against hope. The assault is just overpowering when it could have taken
us to territory unheard since Gil Norton's production of Pale Saints' The
Comforts of Madness.
Which is exactly what Jim O'Rourke does for his remix of the track. And how
splendid it sounds. The shoegazing bedrock is dappled with more tinny beatbox
dribbles; backwards acoustic guitar figures cartwheel in glee. O'Rourke
processes Tsuyuko's vocals into iridescent splinters and scatters them about
with devil-may-care disregard.
Nobukazu Takemura dons his Child's Play guise for the final reworking of
"Mystery Brethen Vironment." From a gorge of noise similar to Wire guitarist
Bruce Gilbert's version of Can's "TV Spot," Tsuyuko's vocals emerge no longer
splintered-- instead, they're stretched into immensely distended ribbons of
sound. Takemura ensures that he'll long be burdened with the title "the Phil
Spector of Glitch" with a rapidly adapting edifice of micro-blips that loom
over the conclusion of this rewarding record.
Though Collaborations will not discourage Wire journalists from
hallucinating political statements in the blankly apolitical post-rock genre,
it will encourage those wary of such self-consciously aloof stances to dally
awhile with this often anxious and ambivalent style.
-Paul Cooper