SOUNDTRACK: THEE SILVER MT. ZION MEMORIAL ORCHESTRA-Fuck Off Get Free We Pour Light on Everything [CST099] (2014).
Aside from the dance remix single of “Hang on to Each Other,” this is the latest Silver Mt. Zion record to be released. For those keeping score, GYBE has released an album more recently than SMtZ. This album is full of punk piss and vinegar (as if the title didn’t give it away). It’s mostly represented by a heavily fuzzed out guitar that runs underneath nearly all of the songs.
The album begins with a child saying, “We live on the island of Montreal … and we make a lot of noise … because we love each other.”
This first song is called “Fuck Off Get Free (For the Island of Montreal)” and the music starts with scratching noisy guitars and everyone else playing a simple ascending and descending riff. The vocals kick in right away and it feels like the whole group is singing along too–everyone is involved in this noisy song. It works great. Even when the song shifts to a more singable part it retains the intensity of the pacing. Around 4 minutes we get a return to the chanted vocals that lead into a kind of hurricane of a solo section. And when they come out of that the chorus sings the chanted title. The biggest change comes at 6 and a half minutes when the whole song shifts and a slower, heavier and deeper guitar chord (unlike any they have played before–it feels unearthly) drives the remainder of the song. As I’ve noted in other songs, I love when the choir sings by itself (the female singers in this case singing “pull me under”), and they all sound much more “professional” than the kind of loose choir they were a few albums ago. This choir sings to the end of the song as the instruments all drop off leaving only voices. It’s pretty fantastic.
“Austerity Blues” is 14 minutes long and opens with a flat sounding scratched acoustic guitar and sing along vocals. While the scratching guitar is going on a cool bass line begins. Things quiet down which leads to a noisy one-note distorted guitar that adds a layer of noise to the melody line. The song shifts to a louder section with scratchy violins and big pounding drums (David Payant has really added a lot to these songs with his powerful drumming). Around 6 minutes in, a distorted echoing guitar plays a kind of Middle Eastern-sounding guitar solo. When the solo settles down a new faster section begins–lots of drums and group singing. By ten minutes, the song feels like it’s fading out as the music gets quieter. But a new set of vocals resume more quietly this time, and they sing their melodies quietly until the end.
“Take Away These Early Grave Blues” opens with a girl with a very thick British accent wondering why “people think like that” as a noisy violin kicks in with a see-saw riff and shouted vocals. This song sounds like a pretty standard SMtZ song with the big exception being the really noisy drums that dominate the track (Payant again). At around 2 minutes, the music drops away leaving just a buzzy bass introducing a noisy drum and guitar solo. When the vocals resume the music becomes a fast pounding drum fill and more distorted violins and guitars. The song is intense and while only about 7 minutes long, it really packs a lot in. It ends with a fast riff (that’s almost an Irish jig) followed by crashing drums and chanting lyrics: “Love each other that’s all.”
“Little Ones Run” is only two and half minutes long. That’s unusual in itself for the band. But even more unusual is that the song is like a lullaby. It’s a quiet piano melody and lyrics sung by the female members of the band. It hearkens back to their first albums which were all piano, but this is a much updated version of that early sound.
“What We Loved Was Not Enough” opens with quiet violins and deep bass notes. The relative quiet is shattered by Efrim singing (this is the first instance on this album where his polarizing voice stands out–on the rest of the album it’s pretty well mixed in with everything else. But I think he’s won us over by this time and we can accept it, especially since the musical melody is so pretty. There’s also a lovely violin solo that runs through the middle of the song. In fact, the whole song would be really quite pretty except for the distortion that permeates it–a noisy guitar underpins the whole thing. But at 6 minutes, everything drops out except for the pretty violin and the vocals, “And the day has come when we no longer feel.” That refrain is picked up by the beautiful choir voices (they really sound great). As they repeat this section, Efrim sings a harsh lead vocal (he sounds a bit like Larry Kirwan from Black 47). There’s an instrumental section that scorches with noisy guitars for about a minute and then at 9 minutes the song returns to that beautiful chorus (with male voices added) and that delicate violin. It goes on like this until the end. It’s really lovely.
The final song “Rains Thru the Roof at Thee Grande Ballroom (For Capital Steez)” is also rather different for the band. It is “introduced” by an interview (in English and translated into French) from an unnamed musician who is talking about how being in a band is more than a part time gig … it’s what you devote your life to. When the music comes in it’s floor toms and an unsettling distorted and scratchy strings or keyboards or sampled voices and keyboard which slowly growing louder. There’s stabs of piano and vocals which are far back in the mix. The melody is nice but mournful and it continues for all of the four minutes. [Capital Steez was a rapper from Brooklyn who committed suicide in 2012. I honestly can’t tell what this song has to do with him].
I’m not sure which band we can expect to hear from next, but both GYBE and SMtZ have released really strong records in the last few years.
For this album, the lineup stays the same as on the previous album (and the band name has remained the same, too).
Thierry Amar: Upright bass, electric bass, plucked piano, vocals
Efrim Menuck: Electric guitar, acoustic guitar, mellotron, vocals
Jessica Moss: Violin, plucked piano, vocals
Sophie Trudeau: Violin, plucked piano, vocals
and David Payant has taken over for Eric Craven on drums, organ, piano and vocals
[READ: March 15, 2016] “Confessions of a Humorist”
I only found out about this story from reading The Fate of the Artist. I have always vaguely liked O. Henry, but can’t say that I’ve read much by him. I found this story to be simple and fairly obvious, although perhaps it was obvious because he introduced this style of storytelling to the world one hundred years ago.
The narrator is a bookkeeper in a hardware firm. We learn a bit more about him and his family. This line delighted me for some reason, “Naturally, we lived in a vine-covered cottage.”
On the occasion of the senior partner’s 50th birthday, he was selected to give a speech. And it was a hit. People laughed and suddenly his reputation as humorist was established.
People started expecting him to be funny, and he often was. He became a local “character” and even the town’s newspaper began quoting him. His humor was kindly and genial never cutting or sarcastic.
Soon, he began submitting his quips to other papers and they were also published. Then a national weekly contacted him and asked him to submit items with the possibility of steady publication.
The family was thrilled! He quit his job and became a full-time humorist. And it went great. Until he started running out of ideas.
The middle of the story is a pretty lengthy look at the depths he will descend to and the amount of trolling he will do of his family and friends, just to get a joke.
He is tired and exhausted, never has a kind word for anyone and is pretty miserable. And his family tends to avoid him bow because of his desperation.
Then he meets Heffelbower, the local undertaker. Heffelbower invites him into his place of business. The room is cool and calm, with no noise. The humorist relaxes for the first time in weeks. After he leaves he realizes that he wants to keep going back to that calming environment. And Heffelbower is happy to have him. The best moment was the one time the narrator tried a joke and it fell completely flat. He didn’t have to be on!
He started to feel better; his happiness returned. And his work began to suffer accordingly.
How will he adapt to this new life?
While never laugh out loud funny, the story was well constructed and fun. And while the ending was kind of obvious, it was still fun to read it.
This story was published posthumously.
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