Thymme Jones, Jeff Liebersher (US MAPLE), Alex Perkulop (BOBBY COHN), among others are a formidable songwriting and virtuoso team. I call them formidable because their work borders on the territory of conceptual angst, at times so boggling in the number of seamless adulterations and mountainous examples of workmanship I can only wonder. In the music of Cheer Accident is the mystery of Chicago, a place which is so no-nonsense and logical it calmy erupts with intellect and working class pride that it goes completely un-noticed, smoldering in silence at the core of the American midwest, caring not much about the hustle of New York and the glamour of L.A.
On this album you will hear their usual math rock and prog time signature labyrinth constructions, also hear something soulful and emotional pulsing along with Thymme Jones's polyrhythmic thumpings. The man has a horrible drum kit which he refuses to tune, as a statement of truly "jamming econo."
Perkulop, (Ex Flying Luttenbachers) writes an eastern european math attack which blisters in precise violence and floats through complex scores, even referencing black metal, and accompanied by (Marimbas!)
The songs go through decades and centuries effortlessly. You will hear beach boys singing spy movie soundtracks that flow into transylvanian death dirges played by working poor marching jazz troupes in 1920's New Orleans. Rock songs dissapate into abstract drones over african free jazz. They touch on emotions with straightforward exclamations, "Trapped inside a little boy, the sun dies, dies" and "Will we ever die? All those times we tried."
Horns, vocal harmonies, recording tricks in which lo fi piano parts interweave with hi fi piano parts and fade almost unnoticeably fill the album and keep it busy, interesting, and confrontational. The last track even features Thymme's penchant for Elton John vocals and private, personal piano song writing. The last track involves hyper complex, almost Rush-esque percussion under Steve Reich minimalist piano layers which take the listener out into a climax which ends again in fragile pop closure.
In the end this album takes you everywhere you need to go and leaves you withered, in a state neither awake nor dead. This album has everything.
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