Gwei-Lo
Gwei-Lo
[Bella Union/Instinct]
Rating: 8.0
In 1999, when the Knicks were playing the Spurs for the NBA title, the whole
Chinese character tattoo thing was still a novelty. During the playoffs of
that truncated post-lockout season, the Knicks spindly center-impostor, Marcus
Camby finally stepped up as a legit defensive presence in the middle, and was
consequently thrust into the media glare. The large tattoos emblazoned on the
side of his arm drew scads of attention at the time, and predictably, a truly
lamentable fad was launched. Everywhere you turn now (though I'd place the
epicenter square in south Miami, Florida), some dumbass kid with one of those
too-skinny fubu beards and a wifebeater has some sort of Chinese character
inked onto a highly visible part of his anatomy. Now older and wiser, I'm
thankful I resisted the urge to get the symbol for "played out" tattooed on
my face.
Anyway, there's a point to this. When I first received this Gwei-Lo record, I
took one look at the simple cobalt cover with the Chinese lettering and groaned.
But as it turns out, the band's moniker is a term used by the Chinese to
describe white people and, more generally, foreigners. Some see the phrase
as a pejorative label, others don't. But the literal translation is "ghost
walker."
The translation takes on a poignant irony when you consider that Gwei-Lo lost
an excellent guitar player, and by all accounts an exceptional friend in Al
Brooker on June 4th, 2000. It was only one month before the scheduled release
of this, their debut CD, during a performance at the annual Strawberry Fair
in their hometown of Cambridge, England, that Brooker collapsed and died on
stage. He was 24 years old.
There are two expressive strands in Gwei-Lo's music: drums and guitar. The
bass does a marvelously low-key job of anchoring the exposition of the other
two instruments, while judiciously applied keyboard parts add space to the
arrangements and an almost subliminal counterpoint to Brooker's guitar melodies.
I prefer calling it space, rather than the more obvious "atmosphere" because
the keyboard parts are so understated and tastefully implemented that invoking
the word, with all its accrued connotations, sort of misses the mark. Example:
I loathe the wanton use of computer graphics in film, but when it's utilized
in service to the plot (e.g. Crouching Tiger, Hidden Dragon), and not
as an end unto itself, it can be mindblowingly good. And the keyboards on
Gwei-Lo are the auditory analog to that.
But like I said before, Gwei-Lo's flesh and blood are the guitar and drum
playing of Al Brooker and Jez Spencer, respectively. Take everything bad,
cheesy, maudlin, trite, hackneyed and cold about the guitar playing in a
band like, say, Tristeza, and turn it on its corny head. Unlike that band's
guitarwork, Brooker loads on heaps and heaps of delay without it ever taking
on that Digitech, bullshit-shimmery quality that lesser players seem to find
so enthralling. Again, as with the keyboard parts, nothing is done without a
reason and every individual component seems measured with every other piece
of the puzzle in mind.
Speaking about Brooker's guitar playing without relating it to Spencer's
drumming is fairly useless. Spencer's technique is busy, busy, busy, with
"U.R.R." and "Cellsong" being golden examples of his frenetic style. While
Brooker plucks a sparse, reverbed melody, Spencer is everywhere, tapping out
very marshal-sounding snare rolls and skipping lightly from ride to crash,
down to toms, back to ride, and finishing out the measure with another
drum-major snare roll. And he doesn't relent. Every song is chock full of
this stuff, eschewing tired rock drummer convention for a conversational
style that sounds like the percussive expression of a manic episode,
straddling the fence between genius bursts of ideation and fried incoherence.
There isn't really much more to say. Gwei-Lo is a bizarre, bittersweet
place you might visit while dozing off in class or a waiting room, clocking in
at a fleeting 41 minutes. The songs average around the six-minute mark and are
excellent through and through. It's actually pretty awful that there won't be
anymore of this to look forward to; nevertheless, this album comes as a welcome
reminder that life is short and fucked up, and that we ought to try to leave
something of worth behind.
-Camilo Arturo Leslie