Chicago band, Disappears have been sculpting moody and paranoid sonic compositions, altering the notion of structure on each subsequent release since forming in 2008. On the band’s latest, Irreal, they manage to ratchet up the tension with a minimalism that is calculating and precise. I appreciate their sonic aesthetic even more, now that the band seem to be moving toward the type of music they made on the 2013 12″, Kone. They’re delving into the IN BETWEEN space, creating music in an era where you can easily spend 90 minutes in a isolation chamber. Not to be confused with cold or isolating but fluid and viscous.
Some writer with more time and a better grasp of metaphor likened them to David Lynch.
Sure, Disappears make Lynchian-post kraut rock. Now it’s dark…
Disappears are accessing something unique. Getting farther and farther out. The use of repetition, recursive riffs and motifs paired with Brian Case’s monotone vocal delivery of haiku-like lyrics that often end in ellipses rather than declarative cliche, escape the velocity of rock pastiche.
They’re playing at the Casbah on April 3, 2015. The night after TV On the Radio plays the Observatory in North Park.
Another important distinction, Brian Case has an affinity for Taylor Swift, which I share so he and his band get top marks in my estimation.
Haiku 3/3/15
Twirling in the sun
A noose hung on cottonwood
Blade marks in the bark
– Tajomaru Thiret
A Coat of Red Paint In Hell 