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Monday, June 1, 2009

Max Tundra / Parallax Error Beheads You / November (2009)

By Chaynes

An equation for you:

Nintendo + Stevie Wonder + Progressive Rock + Cutesy Whispered Vocals = Max Tundra

Parallax Error Beheads You, the debut album from “bedroom” producer Max Tundra is a very strange listen. The album is fast paced, fun, eclectic, cute, but also complicated and artfully constructed. Despite the effort above, Tundra manages to resist (mostly) the inevitable process of analytical breakdown.

The constituent parts listed above, however, go a long way in determining what this album evokes in its listeners. The most “single” like song on the album is “Will Get Fooled Again,” where we see the speaker trying to employ many of our modern conveniences to find love: Google image search (an interesting tactic!), Ebay, MySpace, Friendster (people still use that?) etc. Of course, these searches are in vain, but we forget about that when at about 2:00 mins, Tundra smoothly transitions into what can only be described as a prog-rock synth breakdown. This juxtaposition, Dream Theater-ish keyboard running against the almost ska-like early verses, proves how versatile Tundra can be.

The genre mashing is not as effective elsewhere on the album, however. The Stevie Wonder of the above equation comes into full effect during “Which Song,” where Tundra hits the keys like it’s Innervisions all over again. A few fun verses give way to an extended synth jam that drags on a couple minutes too long, not utilizing the building and sweeping effects that “Fooled” does so well.

Sometimes it feels like Tundra is self-consciously flexing his versatility muscles, putting too much in too little space. However, he doesn’t give listeners much time to worry about it, as almost all of the tracks fly by at disco-dancing speed. “Orphaned” effectively shows how adept Tundra is at complicated keyboard/drum machine programming and sequencing, but after about a minute the initial effect wears off and this listener is ready for the next track.

There are lots of other weird, fun, sometimes slightly disappointing but definitely party-ready songs on this album, and overall it is more interesting than tons of other indie-electro offerings in the past year or so. Tundra seems to fit into the niche crafted by Dan Deacon (reviewed here only a few weeks ago): strange looking men who spend a whole lot of time in their bedrooms crafting really intelligent dance/pop music that engages the listener in a flurry of sounds, textures, and grooves. Where Deacon, however, has a sense of how to build an album through varying layers of intensity and interaction, Tundra’s Parallax feels more scattered, like he had some great tracks and some tracks to just fill in the gaps.

An engaging listen? Yes. But a repeat listen? Possibly not.

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Do You Want Fries With That?

By Max Gold, Age 13

There’s a quiet little town, in a world, on about a 78 degrees angle from Venus, about 2389329 miles away from Venus, full of really, really, really fat people. These people loved to eat; they would eat everything, from liver to asparagus, from chocolate to Sticky Cheese, and from Jelly to Jam. Now these people were happy people and no one ever put them down.

Outside Earth, there’s this gigantic space ship. This space ship looks exactly like a hamburger, with seeds every few yards and all. Their salt and pepper guns were loaded, and ready to hit this planet full of fat people (although they the McDonaldians didn‘t know they were fat.) The King Grilled Chicken stood up on the ice cream cone pillar, ready to make a speech.

“Hello My fellow McDonaldians” The King Grilled Chicken said. “Today we march down to earth, and we fight to death!” he screamed.

This got much applause, especially from a Chicken nugget, named Crispy Gangsta. “Yeah let’s show dem homies we gunna pop a soda cap up their-” But he was cut off when the king threw a ketchup packet at him. “Shut it. Now unleash all flamin’ hot sauce!” The King screamed.

Down on Earth all the fat people were having a “we-ate-ten-thousand-pieces-of-chicken-day.” Now as we all know that’s a huge celebration, everyone who’s anyone goes there.

Then, out of nowhere, it started raining salt and pepper. Then the sound of hamburgers the size of pillows ringed in everyone ears. Then… a giant pillow sized hamburger flew down from the sky. It was Crispy Gangsta ready for action.

Unfortunately a boy named Chungy saw Crispy’s ship and got over excited. He ran at the hamburger full force, and swallowed Crispy Gangsta whole. Then he tore that hamburger down and ate the entire thing in five seconds, and wanted more. Then the rest of the space ships came down. In half an hour not one scrap of food was left. Except the mother ship which had landed.

“I come to you humans in peace and hope we can make a fair agreement, and-” but he got cut off when Chungy got a little too hungry. He swallowed the king in one gulp. The poor McDonaldians had no idea what was coming… But the voluptuous folk on the ground sure got a lot of fun out of eating the mother ship.

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