Microwaves
System 2
[Cenotaph; 2002]
Rating: 8.4
Post-punk doesn't come much more jittery and tense than this. In
fact, at times, Microwaves sound like a good old-fashioned American
hardcore band, but they have far too 'arty' leanings for that
classification. To the standard guitar/bass/drums format they add a
fair amount of samples and other sonic wackery. The guitar is
brittle and trebly, the bass sounds like some kid making fart noises
on his arm (a good thing in this instance, I assure you), and
the drums are all hi-hat and cymbal. Like their close kin in dark
disco-punk bands like the Rapture, the Microwaves have obviously
digested the Factory Records catalog, but they've also spent some
quality time with Devo, Beefheart, Zappa, and most noticeably,
MX-80 Sound, meaning they've picked up a sense of humor somewhere
along the line.
System 2 begins with what sounds like a squealing, tape-eating
Tascam battling a dusty record in-groove, panning back and forth
between channels before the angular post-punk chaos ensues. The
vocals alternate between the above mentioned screamo and a deadpan
plainspeak. The first thing you hear is, "Every time I take a picture
something truly horrible happens... people are dead, bloody and
mangled," and later, we get some unclear, presumably nasty happenings
"in the back of a McDonalds." Most of the time, though, Microwaves
purposefully steer clear of direct narrative, preferring to proffer
absurdities. And this is where the humor shines through-- if they
played it straight and just related some tales of blood and gore
along with frantic paced music, it would get tiring pretty quick.
(Insane Clown Posse, anyone?) But little spoken-word interjections
like "What were you thinking?" and "How ya doing?" are a clue that
these boys are feeling the irony. Do they know what kind of lunatics
they sound like? Is it just a big put-on? It's hard to tell, and
that, ultimately, is what makes System 2 so interesting.
Microwaves' defining moment on System 2 comes with the maddening
final track, "1983." It opens with a hyper-repetitive solo drum
pattern that sounds like something from a Faust album, and then, just
when you think it will never end, they pile on layer upon layer
of maniacal laughter (the kind you might hear from a cartoon villain)
and some kid repeating, "I took a picture of blood," and squealing with
delight. The first time I listened to this I found it brutally irritating,
but on subsequent listens found it both hilarious yet quite disturbing.
I've listened to System 2 more than a dozen times and I can't
believe I haven't had some sort of aneurysm yet. I'm fairly certain
I've now listened to it more than anyone else in the world, at least
more than anyone not somehow associated with the band. It isn't
something I'd recommend doing unless you have some sadistic desire to
inflict damage upon your nervous system, or if you're just really
jaded. There are albums that produce more tension and anxiety than
this one, but not many. I advise that you not listen to this as often
as you visit Pitchfork (wait, maybe you're really filled with all
kinds of sadistic desires!), but that instead, you just bust it
out when you're on drugs. No, scratch that. Save the money you
usually spend on meth and buy this album instead. And don't forget to
put a towel or something down on the kitchen floor.
-Jason Nickey, June 11th, 2002