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Things happen when bands produce their own records. There's the chance
for dodgy self-editing, intimacy too, and, maybe, in seclusion,
novelty.
What The Toll Tells could only be self-produced. Four songs top eight
minutes, the vocals catch on tobacco phlegm and it sounds like no other
music. Two Gallants - from San Francisco; named, with splendid pretension,
after the Joyce story - have made a really new sound here. The basis is
country (harp, papery drums, messy but chiming guitars), but it's mixed with
a dose of math-rock experimentation.
The songs don't play to normal
structures: there are tempo changes, counter-rhythmical freak-outs, tracks
that are slightly - deliciously - out of time with each other. Nothing is
allowed to settle for too long.
It's not really an easy listen, but it is an exciting one, even if the
math-rock element seems, as it tends to, a little cold. The first bars of
16th Street Dozens alternate massive feedback and jazz scales, silence and
violent drumming - very energetic, but despite the barroom brawl the song
becomes, strangely joyless. A little too much like Gastr Del Sol
improvising in a museum.
Such moments are thankfully rare, though, even if the conspicuous
intellectualism continues throughout. Mostly, in fact, this is all to the
good, and fashions some really great lyrics: "The"Oh no, the sky is falling,
lets all pray for rain," goes Waves of Grain.
There's good wit too - Steady
Rollin' frames its happy-go-lucky attitude in light-hearted murder: "I shot
my wife today / Dropped her body in the 'Frisco bay / I had no choice."
Even in this is the combination of sadness and bravery that marks so much
of the record. Maybe the experimentalism seems so blank because the album's
emotional core is so strong elsewhere. Those words should really sound
stupid, antiquated - like Jack White on his quest for manners and a good
moustache comb - but, as on the first single Las Cruces Jail, it's plain
that they mean what they play.
There are scarily honest performances
everywhere on this album, and at its strongest - on Las Cruces Jail and Some
Slender Rest - the music is both richly defiant and basically lonely. It's a
fine combination - not comforting, but enthralling. And if the album has
flaws, it has great and unique strengths. Difficult, maybe, but
captivating.
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