Musician-Psychics DivineThe Future of Rock
Several years ago, Simon Reynolds (who writes about pop culture
for the New York
Times, the Observer and Melody Maker, among
others) coined the
term "post-rock."
Don't ask me what he meant it to stand for, but it's
evolved into a catch-all term for instrumental music -- that is,
music played on instruments and without vocals -- that's not dance
or jazz. We need categories like this as rock critics because it
helps us avoid actually talking about music. Oh, Trans Am?
They're post-rock. Arial M? Post-rock. Trio? Pre-post-rock.
Post-rock is a useful idea -- bands like Slint and Tortoise needed
rock to exist so they could break it apart, after all -- but it so
quickly became a catch-all that it's lost any potency. So let's
say it now and be done with it: Ui is a post-rock band.
They don't sound anything like Slint, and only marginally like
Tortoise, but they're reconstructing rock 'n' roll, and they're
doing it in interesting, engaging, maybe even catchy ways.
Ui's new album, Lifelike, comes on the heels of a
collaboration with Stereolab (the resulting collective dubbed
themselves -- what else? --
UiLab), which produced the album Fires. Ui share some of
Stereolab's
obsessions -- there's a precision to Ui that's intriguing,
though it lacks the Lab's rigidness; plus there's a similar
sense of texture at play. Ui songs can be experienced on a very
tactile level, like a
lot of the best songs from Stereolab's Transient Random Noise
Bursts with Announcements.
Lifelike is a lively album; it skips and burbles and even
galumphs from time to time. Ui are introspective, maybe, but
they're not exactly somber. Made up of two
multi-instrumentalists who lean toward their basses and one
percussionist, their songs are obviously rhythmically oriented,
but more to the point, they have a massive backbone. Songs like
"Digame" and "Spilling" stand straight up. There's a more
contemplative side to Ui, but you couldn't accuse them of
navel-gazing -- they've always got their eyes on the groove.
There's precious little noodling on this album. Every track,
every performance, works off the others. No one takes a solo,
literally or figuratively. It's like listening to three
musician-psychics, especially on the numbers, like "The
Fortunate One Knows No Anxiety," that are almost entirely two
basses and drums. There's so much drive to these songs that
they're never just experiments or instrumental workouts.
You're never left
wishing for that guiding top note -- a vocalist or solo guitar to
fill up the empty spaces. The absences balance the sounds.
There's a grand tradition of rhythm-oriented bands who were more
than just a rhythm section -- from Booker T. and the MG's to the
mid-'80s output of King Crimson (Discipline,
Beat, Three of a Perfect Pair). These groups made
compelling music that was more than the sum of its parts. Just
make sure not to tell any self-respecting post-rocker that the music
he's
listening to is part of any kind of tradition.