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Opener “Song Meat” is just that: Drucker’s alchemical meta-composition of fragile lyrical fragments “which could never be songs.” Sidling into his fanciful form through a soundscape of Pole-like dub and fuzzed out guitar lines, he transubstantiates his snippets’ individual unsongness into lyrical gold. Dose sing-speaks couplets like “what’s left are fires beating off of faces” and “the bright red skeleton of a cynic” until the anthemic refrain...
...although disappointing, such missteps are soundly vindicated by the dizzying heights of the climactic last few songs. The crushing epic “She” is as monolithic as a hip-hop Zeppelin, with Jordan Dalrymple’s vaguely Middle Eastern guitar screeches and massive Bonham drums backing Dose’s most cohesive lyrical narrative yet, still hopelessly scattered by non-post-modern standards, but this time organized around the attributes of the eponymous “She.” This song coincidentally shares its title with a Saul Williams book, Williams’ musical forays...
...We’re going to move away from the gypsy material,” the singer-songwriter playfully told the sold-out audience after his first song, “and move into the autobiographical material...
...debut EP—and now the mass of music-loving intellectuals were probably, on the whole, expecting their hero to launch into a number with lyrics culled directly from real-life experiences. So it was little surprise that an even larger collective giggle erupted when the next song turned out to be the beautiful, but sublimely fictional, “My Mother Was a Chinese Trapeze Artist...
...character wholly different from themselves, whose experiences may be completely foreign and exotic, and then still manage to find some kind of universal emotional truth with which to imbue that character on stage. There are hundreds upon hundreds of musicians out there who can scream through blatantly personal songs about girls they dated or political issues that anger them, but precious few can truly illustrate a life that they themselves never led. Perhaps Meloy himself put it best in his “Here I Dreamt I Was an Architect”—performed near...