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Al Karpenter, If We Canât Dream, They Wonât Sleep!! (ever/never, 2020)
I like to think of the Stooges as some sort of Eastern gods, and their records as scripture. I say Eastern because the thing isnât (or isnât supposed to be) about worship or adoration, but more about teaching, and a sort of ritualistic practice. Through the Stooges, through their mantras, one can achieve bliss and knowledge. Now why am I waxing religious here? Because Al Karpenterâs debut LP, If We Canât Dream, They Canât Sleep!!, is a bit of a Stoogesian ritual. A bold, arty, difficult statement and a ritual.
The seven tracks, while forced in a sequence by the physical limitation of the grooves, sound as if theyâve been emptied on the record like the contents of a bag. Lines and verses repeat throughout the album, using the famous Stooges mantra as something between a war cry and a fatalist, numb lament delivered through clenched teeth: âItâs 2019 ok, all across the fucking Spain, all across this fucking painâ. By the end of side A, youâre in deep: glitchy noises attacking you out of the blue, fragmented electronic beats, bursts of silence, ghost guitars and incredibly beautiful (in contrast with all the ugliness) saxophone and drums adding jazzy flourishes.
On side B, things slowly escalate from the bitter and creepy âNo Faceâ to the joyous and angry call for âRiot & Rollââexpanding the musical palette so far as to include trap beats with their distinctive hi-hats and autotune, together with analog synths, melodica, saxophones, tortured bass, banging drums.
Itâs not an easy album and itâs comparable to what Karpenterâs fellow Bilbaoan Mattin has done in the past (a similar use of the Stoogesâ âpracticeâ can be heard on Billy Baoâs Buildings from Bilbao). Mattinâs role in If we canât dreamâŚÂ seems in fact crucial, and even if he wasnât listed among Karpenterâs collaborators I could have guessed that he was involved, especially in the mix. It took me a few listens to really get into it, but now that I got it, Iâm gonna shake, riot and roll as much as I can.
Click here to listen to If We Canât Dream, They Wonât Sleep!! on Bandcamp.
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