Hey Mercedes
Hey Mercedes EP
[Polyvinyl]
Rating: 5.8
Imagine that one morning, as you step out your front door, you are kidnapped
by a gang of sadists who whisk you away to their rural hideout-cum-commune.
Once there, you're forced to down seven bottles of cough syrup and watch the
DVD Special Edition of Weekend at Bernie's III, replete with recovered
lost scenes, cast interviews, and an extended where-are-they-now segment.
Amused but unsatisfied, your captors force-feed you a rainbow assortment of
psychiatric drugs, and then make you transcribe a stack of middle-school
civics textbooks by hand. Now, subtract any positives from this scenario, and
you're left with the aggressive, anaesthetizing force of this Hey Mercedes
EP.
The ill Nanna has returned and none-too-triumphantly. Braid 2 is even less
engaging than its predecessor. If this is a teaser for things to come, and
you were never a big Braid devotee, you can go ahead and tune out. Whatever
your leanings, don't believe the PR: regardless of what you read, this pretend
phoenix rises from the ashes in pretty haggard form, nursing two broken wings
and a limp.
Not that this doesn't have its bright spots. It could take you six listens
to pin them down, but the guys have their little moments. "Bells" is the
first of the EP's four songs and starts off promisingly, sounding, oddly
enough, a lot like Braid. Which, if you remember, sounded a lot like four
emo-core guys of moderate songwriting ability attempting in vain to sound
like a more percussive Jawbox. Nevertheless, "Bells" has a nice circular
central riff, some decent but fleeting call-and-response bits, and a rockin'
bridge. Somehow, though, this song that clocks in at a mere 4½ minutes wears
on you like "Light My Fire" at half speed.
"St. James" follows. At an identical tempo. Identical. If you doubt
it, borrow this (or buy it, what do I care?) from somebody and let a few bars
of "Bells" play through. Tap your foot to the beat. Now keep it tapping
and skip to "St. James." See? The spazzy bass drum that kicks off the song
tries its damnedest to hype you up for a rock onslaught, but the pay-off
never comes. After a truly insipid riff runs the track, Bob Nanna opens his
mouth and derails the whole thing for good. It's true, a competent but
unexceptional singer like Nanna can shine, but only when given outstanding
melodies to work with. Unfortunately, his skills as a hooksmith haven't
bettered much since he last checked in, which is too bad considering his
voice has never sounded better. This song, like the song before it, has some
very nice guitar work toward the end; but the production doesn't want you to
hear it, fearing it might detract from the overall thrill of lethal boredom.
By song three (which sports the unintentionally funny title "The House
Shook"), you're almost inured to that same, unrelenting rhythm these guys
are so enamored with. If you've managed to stick it out this long, you will
have noticed that Project Monotony is a very deliberate and orderly world
unto itself. The quiet spaces between songs are kept to a minimum, the tempo
remains at a constant, and the melodies could be cut from any one song and
pasted into any other with no harm done. Or rather, additional harm. "The
House Shook" is far and away the worst of the four. Meanwhile, the final
track, "Stay Six," is the final nail, and doesn't actually merit commentary.
Listening to this EP is sort of revelatory. If nothing else, it's an
illustration of just how much of a high-wire act songwriting can be. Every
turn is fraught with hazards and unseen opportunities to make the wrong
decision. A trip-up here and there can be overlooked if the overall result
works. But, if you're a little bit off with the pacing, a little off with
the mixing, if your lyrics are wanting, and the melodies fail to stick,
you're not left with a whole lot. Still, as they did in Braid, Damon
Atkinson, Todd Bell, and Robert Nanna have shown fugitive moments of
potential. But also like Braid, they utterly fail to make a convincing
musical argument for themselves and seem destined to be another also-ran
kind of band that people liked to watch live.
-Camilo Arturo Leslie