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I
can take shitty recordings like is nobody’s business. I actually
prefer shitty, or cheap sounding, or lo fi recordings, whatever
you wanna call it, over polished and shiny sounds. I can take
messy music, because I admire punk aesthetics, or the lack
thereof. I can take screamers, like they are the new Sopranos,
because as a punker I appreciate rawness and the sincerity that
comes attached to volume, distortion and lack of
professionalism. I can take experimentation, because as a music
fan I am smart enough to know that everything has been written,
that everything has already been created, and that
experimentation, (or simply fucking with things) is the only way
to approach/attempt originality. I can even take musicians who
play like they can’t play, because, well, who am I to say that
someone who doesn’t play well, can actually play. Or the other
way around. Whatever makes most sense.
But I get
kind of pissed off, when I come across a record like Black
Spaces Between Stars, which displays promise, interesting
arrangements, nice layering, head-bopping basslines, tap footing
drumwork, double-sided feedback, hectic tempo changes, senseless
manifestations of noise rock, blatant worship of Amphetamine
Reptile stylings, but that as a whole doesn’t grow full-size.
Gezoleen is now an actual quartet, but since its inception and
at the time of the recording of Black Spaces Between Stars
counted Jeff McLeod as its only member. For the most part
Gezoleen is quite obsessed with experimentations, in those
occasions the album usually comes short on the quality stick.
Some of it is fun, “Suit Dissolves Flesh” sounds like a maniac
clown just went postal at a Toys R Us, but the best material is
left for when Gezoleen drop a more congruent song. Don’t get me
wrong, there is nothing standard about this band, but when they
approximate the typical or standard song conventionalisms, their
music just gets much more poignant.
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