Toulouse
New Points New Lines
[Grimsey]
Rating: 5.0
Dear Toulouse,
This may be the hardest letter I'll ever have to write. Getting to know you
these past couple of days has been wonderful, but I've come to the painful
realization that I can never truly love you. Therefore, I must leave. But
before I go, I think you deserve some sort of explanation. I will speak from
my heart and only hope it doesn't pain you too much to read it.
Things started magnificently. Your liner notes are the most entertaining
I've seen since I bought The Nation of Ulysses Plays Pretty for Baby
a couple of years ago. It seemed I could spend hours perusing them and they
would always bring a smile to my face and a thoughtful hand to my chin. Also,
anything named for a city in southern France that was founded 1,300 years ago
by displaced Ostrogoths has the potential to be very cool. And there's also
the suggestion of figures like painter/lithographer Toulouse-Lautrec. The
promise of art-school punk or weird, abstract ambient music welled in my
mind.
And you delivered. Well, kind of. Unfortunately, the Parker Brothers' Ouija
board you used to channel the Gang of Four seems to have come from the factory
with some slight defects. Your muscular rhythm section of bassist Aden Kumler
and drummer Sarah Rentz could make me into a dancin' fool any day. But while
my ass screams yes, my brain cries no. Your funky locomotive simply doesn't
offer much support. I'm just as full of white-collar angst as you are, but
for some reason, I have a hard time caring when you talk.
"Commuter Maquette"'s refrain of "you laugh so much you make me sick" could
be arresting with a convincing delivery. But unfortunately, the whole of
New Points New Lines suffers from an utter lack of charisma. I love
what you're trying to do, but you need a front person. The male/female vocal
interplay of "Every Office Every Day" is completely overshadowed by Jamison
Duffield's funkadelic guitar workout. The vaguely agitated lyrics about
office work and the deadpan delivery remind me all too much of Sonic Youth
making a song because they're bored, or the 90 Day Men with fewer
polyrhythms. Neither of those things can come to any good.
Additionally, in "Distractions for Money," you assert that "as prices go up,
expectations go down." Though intriguing, I'm afraid that this simply doesn't
add up to sound economic theory. And again, the vocals are just not up to
snuff. The guitar/bass/drums rhythmic assault of "Green Light District" is
impressive, but Christopher Moisan's careening keyboards are forced to compete
with Rentz meaninglessly shouting, "North, south, east, west!" like a
particularly zealous high school cheerleader. I keep expecting her to follow
it with, "Who's the team that we love best?"
Rentz's lead vocal on "Schematic for New Situations," one of the album's best
tracks, is much better, and the band once again gels into a congealed ball of
sticky rhythm. Too many false stops in the mid-section distract, though. I
don't know how you do it, Toulouse, but "Into L'Avventura" actually manages
to be funky, breezy, and, to a lesser extent, agitated all at the same time.
I'm not sure which of the gentlemen in the band is taking the lead here (all
four members sing), but he seems to be the grittiest.
"The Rhetoric of Romance" is the best post-punk workout on the album, trumping
its nine counterparts by harnessing your strengths and downplaying the
attempted agitation in the vocals. The noisy open hi-hats and reggaephiliac
bass of the closing "Dancehall Culture" also offers a hint of what you could
become if you just remembered that you don't have Jon King, H.R. from Bad
Brains, or Nick Cave in your band. Maybe you should try some instrumentals
in the future. It certainly couldn't hurt-- your strong suit is definitely
your tight funkiness.
So that's why I'm leaving you. You have a lot of potential, but you're just
not the band for me right now. With some better, punchier production and a
bit more of a handle on your capabilities, I have no doubt that you'll be
making good, and not simply competent, music in no time at all. I regret
that I can't be there to see that happen, but I have to move on. There are
other albums that need me, other realms of music to set my loins afire! And
with that I bid you adieu. Stay strong, and perhaps our paths will cross
again some day.
Goodbye,
-Joe Tangari
P.S. I want my copy of Entertainment! back. Just slide it under the
door.