Enemymine
EP
[K]
Rating: 5.2
Low bassist Zak Sally must feel like the most repressed rock and roller in
the world. Under the thumb of his Mormon bandmates he's always getting told
"play less," "play prettier," and to "stop singing along and ruining the
harmonies." Needless to say, dour, vaguely Christian slow- core is not the
best ticket to getting lots of groupie sex, nor is it a good way for you to
indulge frantic stage moves.
Which is probably why poor, repressed Mr. Sally has another outlet for at
least some of those urges. Enemymine's EP probably won't get him
or his bandmates laid, unless the Melvins, or possibly the withered prunes
in Black Sabbath, have any stale groupies to spare. But, one rock fantasy
at a time, kids: this disc is comprised mostly of the type of sludge rock
that lets Sally bang his head along with something like a beat. Songs start
vaguely quiet and pretty, then suddenly turn into shit- flinging godheadSilo-
esque rock- outs. Somebody is screaming in the mix, but given Calvin Johnson's
kitchen sink production, you can't really make out what they are saying.
In fact, the whole record sounds kind of unpolished and almost teenaged in its
lack of attention to detail. If the band had tossed in some more parts or hired
a better engineer, perhaps this would have had more of an impact that it did.
Perhaps for Sally, this is the point-- after recording one divine, polished
record this year, he might have wanted to do something futz- like. If these
were his intentions, then he can consider EP a success. In the meantime,
the rest of us hope he's doing alright.
-Samir Khan