- 31 Jul 01
The subterranean currents of the Chicago post rock/Wire cadre are making themselves felt here, and to good effect.
You could fit any history of Irish avant garde rock ‘n’ roll onto a website thumbnail: Roger Doyle, The Prunes nexus, Rollerskate Skinny, a few others. But now, inevitably, the subterranean currents of the Chicago post rock/Wire cadre are making themselves felt here, and to good effect.
A nine-piece ensemble, The Jimmy Cake utilise a dextrous but disciplined rhythm unit, expertly welded waves of accordion and clarinet, and the only Irish tenor sax to ever evoke De Kooning rather than Heineken. Tracks like ‘Elevenses’ mix found sounds with Mingus-meets-Godard dissonance, enhancing the trance but also the melody, the inherent riverality integral to freestyling (not noodling). I like it.
Song titles suggest millencholic art installations (‘This Used To Be The Future’, ‘Ignite The Doom Carriage’); the press release bandies about phrases like music concrete and namechecks Keiji Haino; the band run labels, organise festivals, write operas and have similarly surrealist friends in Cork (of course!) with names like Phillip K Dick.