Psychic Paramount, White/Light, Implodes, Andy Ortmann | Empty Bottle | Rock, Pop, Etc | Chicago Reader

Psychic Paramount, White/Light, Implodes, Andy Ortmann Early Warnings (Music) Soundboard

When: Wed., July 20, 9:30 p.m. 2011

With their theatrical, practically cinematic big-gesture aesthetic—one favorite gesture being an inexorable progression from drowsy noodling to ominous tension to mega crescendo—bands like Explosions in the Sky, Mogwai, and Godspeed You! Black Emperor have sketched a reliable blueprint for indie instrumental outfits. But a little coloring outside the lines now and then helps keep any genre honest, right? Almost six years after their previous studio full-length, Gamelan Into the Mink Supernatural, Brooklyn’s Psychic Paramount are back with II (No Quarter), and it’s likewise a triumph of grotty, distorted grooves, chugging Krautrock rhythms, and psych-infused guitar trails that can remind me of Comets on Fire (reminding me of Comets on Fire is always a good thing), often wrapped in a tattered sheet of cosmic noise and scuzz. The trio, which includes two former members of Laddio Bolocko, maintains a creepy sense of urgency throughout its mood shifts, and when the dudes break out the mind-melting firebombs of fuzz the album gets straight-up chilling. The nine-minute tour de force “DDB” is—I’m about to get all kinds of hyperbolic here—one of the best jams I’ve heard all year, and would make a perfect template for structuring an instrumental. Begin with jazzy, mathy drumming and heavily delayed guitar, quickly upshift to freak-out mode, pull the fucking ripcord to topple some massive pillars of noise, rock it strange with looped riffs, and end with a disjointed mess of instruments smashing into one another. There, patent it. —Kevin Warwick

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