I'VE GOT THIS CRAZY FEELING
SINCE I KNOW I REMEMBER WHEN
BUT NOW I'M SURE
I'M OLD AND I'M PURE
COMIN AROUND THIS HAPPENED AGAIN
WAKE UP YOU MIRACLE DUMB BELL
IT'S TIME TO FALL OUT THE WINDOW WITH ME
Because maybe someone out there was considering demanding it. I posted the first side of Music For Dead Phones last year. It's closing in on 30 downloads, so someone out there has been listening.
Music For Dead Phones was originally released on self-dubbed cassette in 2000. Edition of maybe 20. Side one is better, but for the sake of completeness, here's another half hour of home-recorded weirdness spanning the years 1994-2000.
With a sound that evokes both the
endless vistas of rural Canada and the claustrophobic density of its biggest
cities, Vancouver's Sex Church has an expansive, near-cinematic sweep. Their grey-washed
tonal palate echoes the Pacific Northwest’s most noteworthy exports such as The
Wipers, Unwound, and even Nirvana.
The last few years have seen a steady clip of
stick-to-your-ribs releases featuring Sex Church’s unique brand of psychedelic
punk. Coming hot on the heels of 2011’s epic Growing Over on Load Records,
Somnambulist further refines Sex Church’s sensibilities. Their modus
operandi remains the same: droning/grinding guitars over towering rhythms, with
thousand-yard-stare singing; they just get better at it. Released by Instant Pleasure (legendary Canucks Simply
Saucer nod in approval), a new imprint spun off from excellent Montreal label
Psychic Handshake, this brand-new 12” EP finds Sex Church making all the wrong
moves in all the right ways.
“Hidden Hand” kicks the proceedings off in bracing fashion.
Corrosive guitars mesh with anguished vocals, everything spiraling down an
endless staircase, straight into the bowels of misery. Much like vintage
Christian Death, there’s a certain romance and squalor to the song that appeals
to the damaged, the dead-beat.
“Slipped” pulls back on the reins a bit, showcasing Sex
Church’s knack for subtle, melancholy melodies. The effect is a bit like
Cheater Slicks covering The Jesus and Mary Chain. Parts of the song seem to
glisten, while others rust rapidly. Sex Church has an inherent grasp of the elusive
beauty that haunts our most ravaged scenes of decay. They seem to find comfort
in the situations that most of us try desperately to wish away. That doomed
moment, frozen in time.
Side Two’s “Wrong Side” lurches forward with seasick legs, a
slo-motion collapse into a vortex of unwanted memories. Sex Church is able to
surf these bummer waves without ever becoming overbearing, or a parody of
themselves. A saxophone makes an attempt to bleat through the sonic fog, but
this ain’t no funhouse, baby. Those reflections are the real deal, and you’ve
seen better days. Sex Church has too, but they soldier on, heads down,
steadying themselves for the next onslaught.
