Czars
Before... But Longer
[Bella Union UK]
Rating: 8.3
Any medium which relies on the passage of time, whether film, literature or music, is destined
to wage a battle against sprawl. With no real, natural boundaries to hem the development of a
novel or an album, the things can grow to monstrous and unwieldy proportions. And though a
book can only be so thick, and only so many minutes of music can be fit on a CD, sequels and
double albums abound. The universe of fiction is filled with sprawling, prodigious, excessive
achievements. Gravity's Rainbow, like, or Ulysses. Lately, it seems this sort
of novel has been enjoying a certain faddish appeal-- remember a couple of summers ago when
Henry Holt & Co. were pushing Mason & Dixon like it was the latest member of Oprah's
Book Club? Or consider those few months a while back when David Foster Wallace was suddenly
and inexplicably as cool as Take That and even more of a hottie than Robbie Williams.
These things seem to have a sort of life cycle, as well: buzz accrues around a book even while
it's being written. The thing is then instantly canonized upon publication (and seemingly, for
some, even while still in galleys), and hyped until it's snatched up by unwitting Barnes &
Noble customer-herds. Within weeks, thousands of copies begin gathering dust on IKEA bookcases
nationwide. It's not that a lot of these books don't deserve the attention. But most American
copies of Infinite Jest will likely languish-- half-read or less-- until about 20 years
from now when the melting of polar icecaps forces citizens of Nevada, Idaho and Arizona to
improvise emergency dikes.
Rock music has similar problems with sprawl. Modest Mouse's The Lonesome Crowded West,
despite its status as a borderline indie classic, isn't unlike choking down 50 pages of William
T. Vollman when taken in one sitting. And who's to say whether or not the excess of OK
Computer won't feel tarnished and empty in a couple decades. These things are difficult to
predict, and more often than not, the things which remain rewarding year after year are the
quietest and most unassuming releases.
Take as proof the bassline from "Val," the opening track on the Czars' debut album. Its
slowly descending, slightly sinister sequence doesn't seem like much initially, but since
listening to the song for the first time last October, it's been trapped in my skull like
brain (only catchier). The rest of the song has a similar timed-release effect: you might
not notice right away, but by the third time through, the song's chorus is suddenly unbearably
lush, and John Grant's voice-- which at first appeared to be just a little afternoon shower--
is hitting the arroyos of your ears like a flash flood.
Before... But Longer is an antidote to the sprawl of modern rock. Some have called it
alt-country, but to my ears, the Czars play traditional country the same way the Birthday Party
played aboriginal Australian music. Maybe this is what country would sound like if some
temporal malfunction caused Hank Williams to grow up listening to the Smiths and Slowdive. If
they don't exactly have a country sound, though, the Czars definitely have a country sensibility:
these 11 songs have a restraint and directness that runs counter to the bulk of contemporary
music; they're compact and energy-efficient without skimping on the atmosphere.
John Grant's lyrics are simple without being thin, and guitarist Andy Monley keeps his
instrument quiet until it really has something to say. Rhythm section Chris Pearson and Jeff
Linsenmaier keep things straight and spacious until circumstances call for denser and spookier
measures. This is underscored by the signature production of Bella Union founder and Cocteau
Twin Simon Raymonde, which manages to be simultaneously fastidious and lush.
Songs aside, though, the truly remarkable thing about the Czars is John Grant's vocals, which
come off like Tim Buckley without the '70s folk-metal edge, or like Jeff Buckley's without the
histrionics, even if Grant lets it strain at the end of its leash occasionally. As an
additional treat, a handful of songs (among them Patsy Cline's "Leavin' on Your Mind") feature
backing vocals by Tarnation's too-eiry-to-be-true Paula Frazier.
Calculated or not, the approach of so much of today's music seems to be to nail its audience
with as much of an initial impact as possible, and then keep that audience captive for as long
as possible in a state of stunned overstimulation. That strategy's efficacy will almost
doubtlessly wane over time. Before... But Longer, on the other hand, will surely prove
as viable and evocative years down the road as it does today. Maybe Americans of the future
will listen to it while they use Tortoise CDs to plug the chinks in that impromptu dike.
-Zach Hooker