Algiers
In the FBI file on the American rock ‘n’ roll band Algiers—which given their prior penchant
for repping the Black Panthers, Malcolm X, Angela Davis, and Afeni Shakur, among others,
surely exists—under the subheading for their third album, There is No Year, the intelligence
should soon read: all prior analytics appear outdated… this undoes everything we thought we
knew about their intentions…what hides inside them… as if they are mutating live on camera,
between frames…
Indeed, even those aware of the ideals of this outspoken four-piece will find their latest
direction traversing unprecedented ground. Coming off two years of nonstop world-
touring for their critically acclaimed second album, The Underside of Power—including
Central and Eastern Europe, the Baltic States and the Balkans, where they have established
a rabid following; an extended stint opening for Depeche Mode in huge stadiums such as
the 75,000-capacity Olympiastadion in Berlin; as well as Glastonbury 2019—There is No
Year solidifies and expands upon the doom-laden soul of their foundation, toward an even
more epic, genre-reformatting sound, one somehow suspended in the amber of “a different
era,” as described by guitarist Lee Tesche.
From the instant synth-pulse of the opening seconds of There is No Year, it’s clear that
Algiers have set out to stake new ground, internally as much as sonically. At the forefront of
this evolution is the centrality of power housed in Algiers’ multi-instrumentalist lead
vocalist, Franklin James Fisher, whose voice and words provide the backbone of the album,
his lyrics sourced entirely from an epic poem, “Misophonia,” composed during his search
for meaning amidst a protracted personal period of anxiety and lack.
“What I wanted to do is create a negative space wherein I can exist and engage but at the
same time not be so exposed,” Fisher explains. He speaks of the record’s perspective as not
only a political apparatus, but an intimate, responsive evocation of his understanding that
“nothing is ever what you expect”, that what might seem for now to be well known or
assured is not always so, that there is no safety net. The effect, as felt on the record, is
undeniable: Fisher sounds like he is singing for his life—for all our lives, really—baring his
soul while the walls disintegrate around us.
The pool that he draws on is at once penetrating and exhilarating, wielding its anguish like
a mirror at Medusa, full of hell. Whether he is lilting over post-Lynchian synth-whorl like a
spot-lit bandleader, as on “Unoccupied,” or reincarnating the spirit of thrumming 80s R&B
into a proto-no wave dancefloor classic straight from 2046, as on “Chaka,” there is a
tangible emotional electricity to Fisher’s delivery, a personal valence that makes you want,
more than anything, to believe, even while not quite knowing where we’re headed.
No less next-level in Algiers’ conception is the ambition of the aural architecture they
manage to summon. Under the direction of producers Randall Dunn [Sunn O))), Earth] and
Ben Greenberg [Zs, Uniform (as featured on Twin Peaks season 3)], the same exciting duo
who first teamed up on Jóhann Jóhannsson’s Mandy soundtrack in 2018, the clearly studied
composition of this new horizon finds an outlet for turmoil via a fascinating synthesis of
styles—from future doo-wop from the trapped heart of ATL, where they began; to
industrial soundscapes a la Scott Walker or Iggy Pop; to something like the synthetic son of
Marvin Gaye and Blonde Redhead. The whip-tight rhythm section of Ryan Mahan and Matt
Tong (ex-Bloc Party) moves back and forth from infectious menace to sci-fi soundtrack to
big band fever dream, seamlessly syncing fresh continuity. Mahan’s beat programming and
synth constructions fill out the fibrous threshold, while Tesche’s sound-sleeves and aural-
layering shapeshift into a richly polished means of exploration, revealing more and more
the deeper you delve.
“This is the sowing / Of the whirlwind,” Fisher sings on “Repeating Night.” “Don’t forget it’s
us against them.” There’s something more behind the curtain of our daily-headlined pain,
the album’s title seems to suggest—something even larger at stake than rage, or even
revolution; which is exactly what Algiers’ music appears to have resolved itself to channel,
and to wield. Their essence on There is No Year is a statement of their defiance, their desire
to feel and be human even beyond the necessary fight back, sprawling head-on into the
burning wind of doubt and fear and all it’s claimed, arriving on the far side of calamity
more alive than ever.
Vangas
Sad Dad Vomit Rage Rock 2016
SMALL
pervy punk for sad fucks
