Blectum from Blechdom
Haus de Snaus
[Tigerbeat6; 2001]
Rating: 7.5
One of the questions people ask when they find out a friend is starting a new band
is, "Well, are you going to be a serious band or a jokey band?" Somehow, this
decision determines the fate of the project from day one. Add humor and you
risk losing credibility or failing outright. Serious musicians might be boring,
uninspired or just plain untalented, but at least they're not making butt jokes
while they're at it. Yeah, there are novelty artists that do it right, but even
while someone like Weird Al might even be considered a genius, it's rare to find
anyone who's pulled a life lesson or greater sense of being from one of his
songs. (Don't send me e-mail about if you have, please. I don't want to know
you.)
Furthermore, obscure is humor in the sub-genre of avant-garde electronic music,
so stultifyingly number-happy with its fiendish grins lit only by the trusty
Powerbook. And Blectum from Blechdom can sound like that-- several tracks on
Haus de Snaus take the esoteric high road-- but there's something more
to it. Kevin and Blevin Blectum (both girls, for the record) are confrontational,
theatrical, and absurd. And somehow, these three elements augment their appeal,
drawing Wesley Willis-weaned punk kids and icy digitalis alike to their records
and shows.
Haus de Snaus is a chronological compilation of the duo's debut EP
Snauses and Mallards, and its successor De Snaunted House. A
serious majority of Snauses and Mallards has a sucking and splatting
quality to it, where one channel whoops to the other's tick, playing back and
forth in the stereo field. Of these tracks, "Shithole" pulls out the harshest
Kid606 trash-style sample of the whole album, which generally stays in the dark,
tranquil nether-regions typically reserved for ambient Coil.
The opening of De Snaunted Haus is a testament to Blectum from Blechdom's
amazing growth. The first three tracks run together, distressed but with a sort
of collage-oriented organization, like cut-up styles of White Noise or even the
United States of America. This is when the whimsy, which lays low for the
majority of Snauses and Mallards, takes full force. "Going Postal (It Is
the Right Time)" combines a weird lounge-waltz with evil undercurrents and
long-lost radio vocals. The tight seduction of "Right Time, Right Place" works
from a stolen hip-hop beat as rather unmelodic blocks of sound bump against one
another, brutalizing the rhythm as it pushes through the song.
Then, terrifyingly enough, begin the skits. The Girls Blectum send their voices
through pitch-scramblers and backwards reverb and take on roles of little boys,
evil snauses and impatient mothers. Though not funny in the traditional sense,
the pieces are strangely disturbing, especially placed between the lo-tech dance
tracks that form the majority of the album. In lieu of Snauses' ambience
comes mania-- frazzled tracks sway out of control, interspersed with
funny-the-first-time tales of missing toes, bloody messes and angry mommies.
The final track, "In Case You Forget, We Talked on This Record," perhaps calls to
critics wanting more from the mellow facelessness of Snauses and Mallards,
and perhaps projects others' annoyance with the "wasted" album time devoted to
the duo's rather mundane playacting. But if anything, Blectum from Blechdom
show with this release that their growth isn't so much one of maturity as it is
of a willingness to experiment; one of the two new bonus tracks tacked onto the
end of Haus de Snaus, "In Search of the Non-Stop Party Planet," goes
Autechre just to say it can, sucking in light and space until finally collapsing
into an all-out, digital breakdown.
Though just a sampling of Blechdom's early material, Haus de Snaus does
show a lot of promise for what the duo could eventually become. More recent
works, like "Always Frank," their contribution to the awesome Tigerbeat6,
Inc. compilation, see them headed in a direction where their chaotic sense
of humor melds perfectly with more updated electronics and even guitars. So
while they're just a really good novelty band now, there could well be a time
in the not-so-distant future that sees Kevin and Blevin making music as insane
as their comic personas. And that will be a good day.
-Daphne Carr, December 7th, 2001