A Parallel Planets piece by Tomi Uysingco
in Aural Audibles: Out
on the Town
Music Review by Tomi
Uysingco
Mentioned: Halloween,
Charles Manson, and Zooey Deschanel
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On a two-day meth bender with zero
sleep, smoking js, watching Cadalack Ron rap battles (shout out
Machina Muerte!), and being gloomy as shit: that has been my life
pre-November. Hella sad, I know. Moving has become a chore and beer
is now a water substitute; but I have seen worse, if that's any
consolation to anyone. At the very least I'm not a Rob Zombie
character – not quite yet anyway.
Fuck all that noise tho. I have
Angerbird and it's Halloween, everyone's favorite holiday. If
anything warrants a third day of not sleeping, Out on the Town is it.
Moody and weird synth-driven dream pop from an old Casio channeling
cheesy horror films and old Castlevania games: this is the perfect
Halloween soundtrack music.
I don't know what's up with Angerbird's
hometown in Vancouver, British Colombia except that there's bomb weed
there. Which makes sense when one thinks about it, what with the
wealth of Angerbird's output. Beyond this, nothing much has changed
since Parallel Planet's interview with her last year. Searching for
Angerbird in a world that is run by search engines still yields the
iOS game Angry Birds, which frustrates me to no end. I still have no
clue whatsoever on who this mysterious person is except that her name
is Alex and that hopefully she still hasn't started burning couches
except in songs. Can't say I'm 100% sure with that last one either.
In today's artistic landscape where
everything is readily found and googable, Angerbird circumvents this
by separating herself from an online persona and just lets the music
speak for itself. And that's just it, isn't it? Why should we care
about their personal lives and if they like their coffee black or
with sugar or whatever the fuck else? I've been loud in social media
one too many times about separating the music from the artist, my
number one go to point being Charles Manson. He ordered people to
kill other people, and that's super fucked up, but it won't stop me
from jamming The Manson Family Jams. I'm not saying Angerbird has a
cult that kills people, but I digress.
Out on the Town's first half is quirky but not in bad way like Zooey Deschanel characters. Setting the tone of the album is Witching, a synth dance lament that both goth kids and hipsters would jam to. Fanboys follows this up as well as the first song's route, sounding like an old Spazzkid track from his days as Cocolulu. The instrumental Spooky and Suits and Skins is dead aimed at Halloween house party shindigs and debauchery, with the former something to turn up to, then crashing on the couch beside a skeleton and a nurse making out while you eat all the leftover candy with the latter. The dance party finds a way to turn up again when The Friendly Bat starts playing. There's a vampire dancing alone in the dance floor but it isn't sad looking at all. It looks, and sounds, actually fun.
The album changes its tone into a more
subtle mood starting with the post-punk dirge of Old Boy's Club and
the fuzzed out Let Me Answer That Question with a Headbutt, Angerbird's melancholia slowly creeping in. Meanwhile, Skeleton Armada Middle
School Drama (The Ballad of Lord and Lady Boogerpicker) is something
pretty and sad at the same time, this would be the song you'd be putting in a
mixtape for your crush. With the album's definite mood swing, even
the once dance driven instrumentals are updated into something more
darker with A Watched Pot Never Loves You Back with its the wobbling
synth and Metasadness with being hyper self-aware. The album then closes
with the acoustic murder ballad Untitled. There are voices
whispering, and you could hear them coming in and out throughout the
song. It is very effective to say the least.
And those voices permeate all
throughout the record really. You don't hear them except in the last
song, but they're there. Angerbird knows this. She once said that
“There are voices in my head that tell me to do things, but instead
of burning couches, I make songs.” This record encapsulates this
statement perfectly. The voices have always been there, whispering
and conspiring and telling us to do things. Luckily, Alex knows how
to channel these urges within her. Like I said, I don't know what's
up in Vancouver, but it looks like the water is tainted. Always
remember to don't drink the Kool Aid. Happy Halloween from Parallel
Planets and Angerbird.
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*Read more from our music review series, Aural Audibles.
More from Angerbird: Bandcamp, SoundCloud, Tumblr