March 26, 2008 15:03
Near the middle of “Trembletongue,” we actually get to hear what Captain Beefheart’s squid eating dough in a polyethylene bag sounds like. It’s a desperate, repeating thump over a leering funhouse organ while our city’s own Slim Twig moans, frantically recounting a tale of horror (“breathless and helpless, my rapture did end all this”). When he’s singing, you can hear him twitch; when he’s not, you can imagine what’s making him. You can draw a crooked line from Beefheart through no wave to these tangles of arachnoid guitar and serpentine vocals, but on only his second EP (last year’s drum-machine-driven Whiite Fantaseee was recorded after this full-band disc, but released first) Twig’s already cultivated an original persona: he quivers erratically on “Birthing and Birthing” and redefines the gentlemanly stereotype with filthy come-ons on “Austere Gentleman.” Your mileage will vary, but followers of the gnarled quicksilver sound that leaks into the atmosphere every decade or so will want to shake this man’s bony hand.
PONY DA LOOK
Pony Da Look once famously described themselves as “four gargoyles spewing juices from their throats,” which certainly does the job better than “lo-fi synth-pop.”
EL PERRO DEL MAR
Don’t let the innocence of Sarah Assbring’s childlike falsetto lull you into thinking her El Perro Del Mar alias is some kind of exercise in sonic preciousness.
YOUNG & SEXY
Ever since releasing their astonishingly good Stand Up for Your Mother debut back in ’02, Vancouver’s Young & Sexy have struggled to make music that’s airy and sweet without being precious, charming without being twee.