Super Furry Animals
Guerilla
[Flydaddy]
Rating: 9.5
Apparently, music is more vital than we ever imagined. I'm not referring to
some teenage bedroom headphone salvation or to music being the soundtrack to
our crushes and crushings. Literally, music is the foundation for the
entire universe. Music is God.
According to string theory, puppies, apples and tables are made out of
compounds, which are made out of atoms, which are made out of protons,
neutrons, and electrons, which are made out of quark, which are created
from strings. Strings come both looped and linear. These elementary
particles we observe in particle accelerators could be thought of as the
"musical notes" or excitation modes of elementary strings. So there it is,
in theory. The entire universe is an infinite symphony of harmonizing
strings.
In faith, I've always believed this to be true. Therefore, I've
invented subatomic microphones in attempt to record the music in my
molecules. Invisible probes are soundchecking the spins and charges of my
electrons as we speak. A ¼" plug runs from a jack in the base of my neck
into my system's receiver. I have the volume cranked. I'm ready to hear what
the fundamental music of my ingredients sounds like. It's coming through.
I hear an accelerating drum loop crescendoing into a blast of power chords.
I hear the Super Furry Animal's Guerrilla.
It's hard to argue against the template of the perfect pop record being
either the Beatles' Revolver or Sgt. Pepper's. Yet, what make
this so? For one, these albums clock in at about 35 minutes. That's perfect--
long enough to offer an engaging experience and a complete vision, yet brief
enough to never get stale and keeping you barely begging for more. Secondly,
these albums, while containing brilliant singles like "I'm Only Sleeping"
and "Getting Better," must be heard as a whole. The songs meld into each
other, refer to each other, and complete a vision. Thirdly, the lyrics
float from sorrow, to joy, to jest, to the sublime. Without any fear of
being labeled heretical, I can safely say that the Super Furry Animals'
Guerrilla is the closest thing to a late '60s Beatles record-- in
spirit, not blatant mimicry-- I've heard this decade. It easily fits the
above criterion. But leave aside such fanboy academia. Guerrilla
simply sounds like both everything and nothing that's floated through your
ears.
"Do or Die" rips open the record with Pixies-ish chord changes punctuated
with deep digital blips and subtle solos. From this point on, it's clear
that Super Furry electronic wizard, Cian Ciaran, is the true star of
Guerrilla. His effects and grooves add extraterrestrial textures and
surprisingly moving hooks. The album's second act, the trilogy of "Wherever
I Lay My Phone (That's My Home)," "Some Things Come From Nothing," and "The
Door to This House Remains Open," offers wonderful intercourse between
electronic beats and pop bliss. The wistful keyboard hook of "Some Things"
is the most achingly beautiful digital noise ever heard in a pop song-- think
Radiohead mating with µ-Ziq. "The Door to This House Remains Open" pounds
thundering breakbeats underneath tropical travelogues. No pop group has
sounded more electronic, and no electronic group has sounded more pop.
And getting back to the Beatles, remember "Good Day, Sunshine?" It clocked
in at about two minutes. Paul McCartney knew that pop music, no matter how
wonderful, must be kept short. Similarly, "Fire in My Heart" and "The
Turning Tide" offer two delicious capsules of "not- too- deep- unless- you-
want- it- to- be" balladry. But the Super Furry's most brilliant pop- coup is
"Northern Lites." Steel drums splash against Brazilian rhythms and popping
acoustic guitar. It makes Beck sound like Smash Mouth, and might set the
record for the pop song that is insanely catchy in the most continents.
Peter Fowler's surreal, cute artwork fits perfectly. Both the music and the
sculpted characters are loveable yet bizarre, digital yet organic,
cartoonish yet accomplished, playful yet meaningful. It may seem silly, but
it's quite brilliant. Super Furry Animals point out the absurdity and
beauty in modern human interconnectivity. Beauty in absurdity: call that
the "concept," if you will. (The artwork is most definitely integral in
creating the perfect pop album.)
So, back to those strings-- what makes them vibrate? Who holds the divine bow
gently sliding across their tautness? With further advancement in particle
acceleration and microscope technology, I'm confident that scientists will
find colorful, miniscule creatures, like the menagerie decorating the sleeve
of Guerrilla behind it all. Obviously, the Super Furry Animals know
something we all do not. After all, they've been inside our atoms.
-Brent DiCrescenzo