Quickspace
The Death of Quickspace
[Matador]
Rating: 8.3
Quickspace have never been known for their instant accessibity or technical instrumental
prowess. Their 1997 self-titled debut presented an incredibly sloppy band whose sometimes
epic songs carried enough personality and originality to transcend their inability to hold
music together. The drums were offbeat, the guitars were out of tune, and vocalists Tom
Cullinan and Nina Pascale weren't going to win any awards for pitch. Precious Falling
showed a much more proficient Quickspace willing to add more layers to their generally simple
song structures. Sadly, the album was padded with a bunch of bizarre, experimental filler
which failed to interest anyone.
On their third album, the band fronted by Th' Faith Healers' Tom Cullinan are in full form.
The Death of Quickspace offers a new batch of nine of the band's trademark subtlety
and inexplicably seductive melodies. Not that you'd know it from the way the record opens.
"The Lobbalong Song" fades in quickly, fades out, then fades back in with uncertainty. This
weirdness is followed by an unexpected jolt from Nina Pascale's heavily-distorted Cockney
banshee wail. She shrieks with an intense conviction-- whatever she's yelling about, she
means it.
"The Lobbalong Song" is by far the record's most abrasive moment, but by sequencing it as the
opening cut, Quickspace are laying exactly who they are on the table. Initially, Pascale's
aggravated cry grates, but midway through the track, the melody becomes strangely irresistable.
Then, suddenly, the gentle picking of electric guitar strings introduces the album's dark
highlight, "They Shoot Horse Don't They," over a naive pop drumbeat. Over seven minutes, the
song works up to a frenzied climax, piling on layers of distorted guitar-pounding and howling
keyboard effects.
Quickspace are out on tour right now with Yo La Tengo, and it's not hard to see why. In many
respects, Quickspace are a more rhythmically-oriented Yo La Tengo. The band's melodies are
always passionate and engaging, but surprisingly simple. Whether cranking out a three-and-a-half
chord, angular sans-vocal screamer like "Munchers No Munchers," or the psychedelic electric slide
guitar ballad "The Rose," their songs are inescapably catchy without resorting on cloying twee
pop tendencies, conventional pop song structures, or even hooks at all. Yes, this is pop music,
but not at all in a traditional sense.
It should be amazing that Quickspace can stretch these raw, basic songs out to over five (and
sometimes ten) minutes without becoming boring, but it's not-- that's largely due to the amount
of variation their songs contain. On the winding, 10+ minute "Climbing a Hill," the lyrics--
divided into two seperate vocal parts-- bounce over minor-key resignation. A few minutes later,
we're thrust head-first into an elaborate and expertly delivered four-minute guitar part that
switches from delicate picking and sliding to Kaplan-esque steel-scraping buzz.
The album ends somewhat strangely, with the violin-laced instrumental "Lob It" and the
30-second-long punk riff, "4." I can't say I'd have gone out like that, but then again,
I'm not a talented five-piece with a history of great albums behind me. Still, a track
like the standout pop ballad, "Gloriana," with its beautifully produced, thick, multi-tracked
vocal harmonies, and exploding, mangled guitar would serve as the ultimate closer to any
album. But the end songs, weird as they may be, are still great for what they try to
accomplish, and when the disc stops spinning after its 45-minute duration, we're left with
an album that finally realizes the potential that has always surrounded this band's records.
I think it's only gonna get better from here.
-Ryan Schreiber