Spacious International
Spacious International
[Screw Music Forever]
Rating: 7.9
The best thing about having no expectations is that it's virtually
impossible to be disappointed. And the best thing about hearing a
debut album by an unknown band for the first time is that
expectations are almost nonexistent.
Spacious International are a band with an unlikely birth. A golem
assembled from the spare parts of one of the more successful guitar-pop
bands in the Tampa Bay region, Edison Shine, the band is an oddity.
They're as unlikely a newcomer as there ever was on a local music
scene that-- quite rightly-- has been known primarily as the Death
Metal capital of the world.
In composing their eponymous debut, James Bess and Gerald Hammill
purposefully sequestered themselves in an apartment one fecund weekend,
with the only unspoken rule being a complete aversion to anything with a
rock beat. And while they didn't quite hit their mark, the result is a
record with a de-emphasis on the rock, even less on the roll, and heavy
on the Casio.
Can you hear funk in there? Unsure. Precambrian electronica a la
Kraftwerk? Maybe. Lounge? Insufficient data. Jazz? Well, if you
twist my arm... The only sure thing is that the majority recalls a
superbly executed reinvention of '60s-style sanitized Brazilian Afro-pop.
And talk about a genre in legitimate need of an overhaul.
In much the same way that musical doppelgangers Ween somehow accomplish
their mimicry of style without derision, Spacious International draw
originality from their cheap synths by adopting musical sensibilities
far removed, in both time and culture, from their own. But as any
anthropologist will tell you, it's nearly impossible to completely
separate yourself from your own culture. Picture motherly Astrid
Gilberto singing lullabies to an infant who then grows up to discover
that his real father was Frank Zappa.
Tracks like "Capone" lilt along on whispered, repetitious lyrical loops,
underscored by hooks that could make the cast of I Know What You Did
Last Summer 3 scream in scripted hysterics. The disjointed "Robots"
declares in earnest, "If robots ruled the world/ If I had another life/
Maybe then you'd be my girl/ Trying to paint a blackened pearl/ Robots
help you find." And the ambitious instrumental, "Monsters of Munich,"
manages to be engaging throughout its duration, the primary hurdle for
any vocalless song.
The rare misfires occur when the band occasionally attempts to straddle
more genres than necessary. There's no need to shoot for the moon here:
the Lazarus-like resurrection of a forgotten idiom is enough of an
accomplishment for a bored weekend.
There are plenty of different ways for music to grab your attention.
Spacious International is like that guy at the office who suddenly
and silently appears behind you, waiting for you to notice him. But
instead of a shout in the face, this record brushes lightly against your
elbow, whispering, "Don't forget me." And you can't.
-John Dark