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Dave Kerman / 5uu's - Abandonship
1.
Yordei Hasira # 2 (2:12) 2. Couple #3 Is a Solo (4:14) 3. Thoroughly
Modern Attila (9:21) 4. Penguins on Dizengoff (5:49) 5. Suits (2:45)
6. Ringing in the New Ear (0:40) 7. Noah's Flame (8:58) 8. Hill of Spring
(3:36) 9. Doubt Be Met (1:39) 10. Belly-Up (9:07)
Total
Running Time:
Clever
enough. A toy's rattle to throw the listener into a state of dumbfound
expectancy and childish wonder before a bizarre rhythmic study clumsily
interrupts and is accompanied by the obtuse sounds of dead instruments,
stumbling through what initially appears to be nothing more than bizarre
cacophony and ends up digging its way into the deepest corners of the
mind, where it keeps jumping around and defiantly escapes all neural
antibodies. Dave Kerman is now in your mind, and he's having a blast
while your gray matter is being metamorphosed into a conduit for polyrhythmic
percussion, sudden blasts of instruments importunely interrupting, smothering
military doomsday, impossible grooves of sonic debris, and some pretty
oddball lyrics that make sense in a strange way. Conformist antibodies?
Ha! Watch Kerman eat 'em and smile.
And dance like crazy throughout your entire nervous system, pinching
your spine into pangs of frightening stark pain and then shaking your
legs in jittery fits of emotion, sliding down your synapses while leaving
a trail of chewed up antibodies. He'll ignite an almost bossa nova piano
segment followed by maladroit movements of guitar and keyboards to loiter
around the goofy penguins on Dizengoff street and then drift off into
a minor key march of the cutely scared stone penguins, bring silence
as the night passes by, and allow the penguins to jump stupidly through
your hypothalamus once again. Or he'll unleash a swarm of furious and
hungry flies unto the bleak capitalist self of your greed while Deborah
Ferry takes it upon herself to chastise you and put things plainly as
they are, the black soul inside you retching in dissonant pulses…you
greedy bastard!
Oh yes, Kerman isn't all cheers and pop star plastic smiles, because
that's quite frankly very boring. His world is very curious and varied,
and sometimes it's fun enough to make you think you've won a trip to
Disneyland (congratulations!), but normally it tends to be pretty bleak
and realistic. After all, bleak = realistic the way things are with
the world now, right? Driving, clumsy, spontaneous, thematic, chaotic,
multi-layered, bare, jumpy, crazy, grooving, you name any non-kitsch
description that can make the music intense, avant-garde, and extremely
varied, and you can add it here: ____________. Mmmmm…I think I
just invented interactive reviews on a whole new level. How's about
this? Let Kerman exit your mind and enter mine, because this is just
way too interesting to miss out on, and I'll let you add another word.
Ready? Here it goes: ____________.
I hope that whatever you wrote cuts it to leave a bunch of pedantic
modern philosophers debating as to what it means, because giving up
the 5uu's for anything is…well…it's…it's not good, ok?
With the barbarian belligerence of "Thoroughly Modern Attila,"
the fiery introduction of "Belly-Up," or Zahi Patish's tap-dance
solo it's hard to imagine why anyone with a modicum of interest in this
kind of experimental and forward-looking music would even consider pushing
the "Eject" button (don't blush, I know you tried!). In fact,
you know what? Let's get it straight and simple and stop beating around
the bush with my eccentric analogies: this is as good as RIO gets.
-by Marcelo Silveyra
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