Bluetip
Hot (-) Fast (+) Union EP
[Slowdime/Dischord]
Rating: 8.5
I've shelled out serious cash lately for some abominably bad albums, and
wasn't really feeling so lucky as I shuffled away from the register with
this Bluetip EP in hand. But, as per a pair of worn and tired adages: you
gotta smack bottom to bounce to the top, and there is nothing sweeter than
a pleasant surprise. Will D.C.'s wonders never cease? Knock on wood to
the beat of "Repeater."
I'd bet that in 10 years' time, music geeks will be copping bad, English
wine-taster accents while they echo one another's claims that, indeed--
quite so old chap-- 2000 was both a fine and fecund year for the
Dischord label. Chairman Ian MacKaye's noise juggernaut has snapped back
from a near-death torpor, and of the institution's many recent standouts,
this Bluetip offering is as deserving as any of top honors.
J. Robbins, himself a sure front-runner for the coveted Studio Ubiquity
statuette, is onboard. And as always, he tweaks a good knob and pushes the
faders like there's no outdoors. I'll even go so far as to say he's
absolved for his work on Very Emergency and Four Cornered
Night. Plus, his presence here could not be more apropos. Not since
the heyday of Jawbox have we seen so fine an example of technical,
guitar-loving, sculpted post-punk. To boil this down to Jawbox mimicry,
however, would be a careless injustice. The men of Bluetip have a unique
melodic sensibility that's as evocative of songwriters like Oingo Boingo's
Danny Elfman as it is of any of their District peers.
This EP, recorded during the same sessions that spawned the more recent
Polymer full-length, has been referred to as everything good about
Dischord rolled into one, as well as unapologetically rocking. The first
assessment isn't far off, but the latter only highlights the crisis that
independent rock music is going through. You'd think that "unapologetically
rocking" was an obvious tautology. But no. At least, not since the English
majors and style nazis hijacked the genre.
Unfortunately, rock with a capital R-- the kind that wants you to uncross
your arms, unscowl your face, and maybe move your fucking body just a little--
is a rare bird these days. A great thing about attending a Fugazi or Jawbox
performance was the breadth of people that would show up. Setting aside the
worst of the white-hat contingent and people that paid admission expressly to
heckle Ian, it was wonderful to glance around and see the full spectrum
enjoying themselves. From the wimpy fashion guys, to the scariest tatt-covered
Lou Ferrigno-physiqued hardcore guys, everyone found a common ground in those
bands.
It always augurs well when you pop the CD case and immediately love what you
see. Singer Jason Farrell, a long time graphic artist for the DC music
community, outdid himself on record's design. Being a mere five songs long,
all but the inch-thick silver center ring containing the music is clear
plastic. The band logo is rendered in futuristic anime lettering, crossing
from the silver into the clear.
The EP consists of four originals-- "Hot Fast Union," "Spit Up Kid,"
"Persistent," and "Compliment the Negative"-- and a cover of the Damned's
"Anti-Pope." Never having met a Damned song I didn't dislike, I'd have to
call that the one, very forgivable low point. Well... actually, the
corny chemistry metaphor of the title track isn't so hot either. The rest,
though, is all gravy. In between mouthfuls, I'm suggesting you hit this shit.
-Camilo Arturo Leslie