Salvo Beta
Abrasive Stuttering
[Some Odd Pilot]
Rating: 6.4
A number of traditional literary critics took issue with the title of Dave
Eggers' recent memoir, A Heartbreaking Work of Staggering Genius. This
humorless minority's major contention was that the title's irony was so
transparent as to be reflexively self-praising. But, assuming one can't fault
these curmudgeons for their staunch modernism (or staunch anti-postmodernism)--
and that would be a dubious assumption-- one can certainly criticize them for
lacking patience. If one managed to wade through the self-referential, pomo
tangents (which, admittedly, are cumbersome at times) then he or she would
likely find that Eggers' story is indeed heartbreaking and well-written, if
not quite a work of genius.
Were Abrasive Stuttering to make it onto a bestseller list, perhaps
Salvo Beta's Sean Wolfe would be faced with a similar backlash. While not in
danger of being considered self-praise, Abrasive Stuttering is an
equally impudent and ironic title of an equally postmodern, deconstructionist
debut work. Like Eggers, we can almost see Wolfe winking from just behind the
title page. But this backlash will never be leveled against Wolfe for the
obvious reason: very few people will buy a record called Abrasive
Stuttering.
As if punching the joke home, this 73-minute album takes exactly three seconds
to live up to its title. Think of it as channel surfing on DirecTV at thirty
channels per second. Fortunately, Wolfe doesn't overkill the joke, and "Loader"
soon moves into a raw, electronic beat that drones, then grinds in a manner
not dissimilar from the raucous work of Alec Empire. What Wolfe realizes
that Empire doesn't, however, is that one can only take such an assault for
so long before epilepsy sets in. Thus, "Eating the Last Marshmallow" slows the
pace with an unpredictable, but hardly schizophrenic jungle beat. Not that
this track will put you at ease; the random voices, drill-like interjections
and other foreign sounds are enough to keep your spine erect and your brain
fearful.
With "The Gritting Chase of Salvo Beta," the album returns to drill-n-bass
mode, but soon spills over into a funky breakbeat reminiscent of Mouse on Mars.
The next number, "Curl," rides on a repetitive, bouncy beat that one might
actually be able to dance to if it weren't for the creepy voices emerging from
behind the processed bongos. Abrasive Stuttering continues shifting
gears, moving from an almost hip-hop track, "Shift," to "Network," an 11-minute
ambient movement that, as much as you're now prepared for it, never breaks
open. Salvo Beta reminds us why IDM is, in many ways, a misleading designation:
this type of music plays with your head so much as to leave one temporarily--
and in the hands of someone competent enough-- blissfully dumb.
But Salvo Beta isn't always competent. While certainly fresh and unique when
considered among some of the other subgenres of electronica, Wolfe isn't quite
as engaging as his obvious influences (Mouse on Mars, Aphex Twin, Kid 606, the
Orb, Autechre). For one thing, his union of the pleasant and the abrasive is
decidedly lopsided in favor of the latter, perhaps another reason is that
Salvo Beta isn't just impudent, but defiantly so. Unlike those other artists--
and like Dave Eggers-- Wolfe doesn't always know when to stop, pull back, or
speed up. Thus, the arresting moments and solely abrasive ones are constantly
butting up against each other. Then there's the issue of the last quarter of
the album, which is largely comprised of unexceptional drones and random
electronic shivers.
Titles like A Heartbreaking Work of Staggering Genius and Abrasive
Stuttering could be considered copouts; the irony acts as a safety net.
"Of course it's not 'heartbreaking,'" Eggers might say. "And of course I'm not
a 'staggering genius.' That's the joke!" Or, in the case of Sean Wolfe: "I
told you it was 'abrasive stuttering.' It's not like I lied." But what saves
these works of art from such easy derision is that they're as true as they
are untrue. Unfortunately, this works more in Eggers' favor than it does
Wolfe's.
-Ryan Kearney