Tristeza
Dream Signals in Full Circles
[Tiger Style]
Rating: 3.5
In the beginning, there was Nothing. And it was good. But many people
proposed that Something be done about it. There exists a concept of too
much of a good Nothing. The people started creating things to fill
Nothing, and most of them created things worse than Nothing. After a
while, people started to clamor for a return to Nothing, or at the very
least, not much more than Nothing. And thus, the "new age" dawned, with
soft synth purrs and bird noises ruling the day.
Other people started making big Somethings again, usually with guitars,
basses, and drums. And over time, the Nothings and the Somethings grew
apart until, from the heavens of alpha-wave sleep, came Tristeza. And
it was horrible.
Picture a combination of Paul Winter-ish new age, the worst traits of
'80s synth-pop, and post-rock of the Tortoise school. Then, take a lot
of psychedelics and convince yourself that you really are interested,
and that you're not just saying that to impress the aging hippie you're
trying to get in the sack. If what you look for in your music is a
whole lot of self-delusion, just try to get into Tristeza. I
dare you.
It's not as this band puts up so many barriers to entry that a gut
reaction occurs, telling the listener to eject Dream Signals in
Full Circles from the stereo before permanent brain damage occurs.
No, they're far more subtle than that, using the age-old "first song
doesn't suck nearly as much as everything else" bait-and-switch to
paralyze the languid listener into an instant torpor. Once there, the
suck is laid down like the bricks of a charnel house.
To Tristeza's credit, the production values here are so high that, at
any moment, Windham Hill could ring them and invite them to a vegetarian
lunch to discuss a contract. Everything's clean and well-played, with
only the occasional buzzy bass lick reminding one that this isn't a
bunch of session musicians dozing away in an L.A. studio.
The complete lack of melody is what keeps the chiming guitars and
background synth pads from fully rising up from the subliminal
level. You could at least hum the main/only motif of "Mogwai Fear
Satan," but this is like mental doldrums orchestrated for two guitars,
keys, bass, and drums. The dynamics, both of volume and timbrel change,
are as absent as you were on Senior Skip Day. But you can't
intentionally go to bed with Tristeza, as you'll actually wake up to
the mindless repetition.
Dream Signals in Full Circles is Tristeza's second full-length
album, and it's a goddamned Nancy Drew mystery to me how they've managed
to appear on the covers of several small indie zines and accumulate a
small following. But in the realm of independent music, virtually
any band can establish their own fanbase. I don't know any of Tristeza's
fans personally, but I do have a name for them: Children of the great
Nothing-Something.
-Craig Griffith