The antique-garde is rearing its head again.
After seven years of silence, Pinataland founder David Wechsler â€“ whose bizarre orchestrette once emanated from near the epicenter of a NYC micro-scene fascinated with Old World themes, history, and oddball strains of Americana â€“ returns with a self-released 7-inch single. And, man, is it worth tracking down when it comes out in a couple weeks.
The two-song single is a primer for the next record from Wechsler project Tyranny of Dave, 2018â€™s The Decline of America Part Three: Silence In Brooklyn. And, while it takes its attention to thematic detail and master-tone from Pinataland, its presentation is wholely other.
â€œSilence In Brooklyn,â€ the A side, â€œchronicles the afterlife of Brooklyn after rising oceans leave much of the borough uninhabitable,â€ Wechsler said in press material. But environmental destruction of a major metropolis never sounded so raucous. Didi Afanaâ€™s guitar is jangly, even soulful in an early Keith Richards kind of way and Ami Saraiya, Anna Soltys and Maggie Ward add a nice touch â€“ cooing â€œshoo-waaâ€ backing vocals â€“ to the toe-tapping mix. Wechsler is the real star, though, rollicking over rolling toms, backing guitar and occasional electronic glitch as he spits out lines like â€œWe were all in the stew/ We didnâ€™t know want to do/ Whatever anyone said it seemed it was too late.â€ Whatâ€™s surprising is how animated Wechsler sounds, how he sounds like heâ€™s really cutting loose and breaking into his own.
â€œAll This 4 U,â€ a B side laced with plenty of Velvet Underground lyric references, is a gem of a country ballad, where singer Nora Oâ€™Connor sweetly caresses lines like â€œItâ€™s all for you/ You got it made/ Didnâ€™t you know?â€ This is straight-forward, far from as obscurantist as some of Wechslerâ€™s earlier work, and it confronts the listener head-on. A bridge at the two-minute mark, where Oâ€™Connorâ€™s vocals are carefully multi-tracked and the lonesomely strummed acoustic guitar sounds like itâ€™s accented with the hint of piano, will break you.
These two too-short songs will leave you counting the months until spring 2018. In the meantime, keep your eyes peeled for something new from North-Carolina-by-way-of-NYC antique-gardist Curtis Eller and his American Circus. Both these boys are out to show that, while one of the 2000s ripest undergrounds canâ€™t be found in New York anymore, it didnâ€™t die on the vine.