Mon 21 Jun 2010
I’ve been trying to write a review of Rudi Zygadlo’s amazing debut album Great Western Laymen for the past couple weeks but have been struggling with how to describe this opus. It’s an immaculately produced vision, endlessly inventive with composition and sound design and tinged with more than a little humor. Beyond these words I am not sure how to talk about something that sounds like everything and nothing I’ve ever heard before.
The festivities start up with “Manuscripts Don’t Burn,” a slinky number that introduces many of the Zygadlo hallmarks: a sing-song, self-harmonized vocal, dirty bouncing bass, complex synth flourishes and intricate drum programming. It’s a short track that serves to present an immediate introduction to the mayhem that follows. The low-key vocal on “Something About Faith” layers in a darker element but the twists and bursts of high-pitched synths are more playful, setting up a fundamental aesthetic of Great Western Laymen. Zygadlo certainly likes to play with contradictions and expectations. Using many of the telltale sounds of dubstep, the album has a hard time actually sounding like what one would think of as dubstep. For one, the Grizzly Bear-ish harmonizing throughout is not something you encounter in most dubstep, even the vocal-led variety.
One of the names that springs to me when hearing tracks like “Laymen’s Requiem” is Frank Zappa. The instrumentation is different, the sounds are different, but the methodology and experimental glee inherent is unmistakable. Zygadlo is an artist pushing electronic music to it’s weirdest fringes. “Perfect Lust” is a robotic little lounge sound, full of electric crooning and bubbling blips careening through the smooth low-end and sparse drums. Likewise, “Filthy Logic” and “Stop/Reject” play with this lighter side, the latter featuring elaborate keyboard melodies and bluesy guitar. “Magic Afternoon” features cascading piano playing not unlike Craig Armstrong’s classic collaborations with Massive Attack.
The darker side has it’s day, too, with “Song of Praise,” a wildly dramatic gothic hip-hop number. Huge Slugabed-ish bass and lumbering percussion pervade, while Zygadlo puts on his best Freddie Mercury persona to harmonize along with the filthy stew. It’s an astounding dark and humorous track, meant to simultaneously shock and amuse. Lead single “Resealable Friendship” still sounds as catchy as ever in this latter half of the album, full of overblown guitar and that huge vocal. The sense of urgency in the song is poignant at the same time as it devastates. Taking the cake for most insane of the album’s tracks is “Missa Per Brevis.” An intense saxophone solo takes center stage, while the bass synth pumps in and out of the foreground, creating a rocky space for the syncopated guitar and vocal elements to weave themselves a safe path. In the midst of this, the distinct sound of scratching finds it’s way in, laying Zygadlo’s hip-hop love bare.
Following up “Missa Per Brevis” is the penultimate number “The Man in the Duck,” a slow and sad ballad. A vocoded Zygadlo laments a story throughout, with only minimal instrumentation. At times, you almost think you know where’s it’s going, when the heavy fuzz of a wobble bass coming in, but immediately the tracks settles down again, never quite lifting off. We end Great Western Laymen with a sliding heap of free jazz entitled “Opiate of the Masses,” where elements of all Zygadlo’s varied loves converge into a single, intentionally messy endtitle. I’m personally excited to track this artist through the years to come. The creativity and innovation on this debut album is the signal of great things to come.