Shellac
Dude Incredible
16 September 2014
Touch & Go
4 stars out of 5
For those of you who only know Steve Albini as the guy who
produced Surfer Rosa, In Utero, Rid of Me, and Mclusky Do
Dallas, plus countless other essential albums of the last two and a half
decades, here’s the new Shellac album, Dude
Incredible, on which Albini himself sings and plays guitar. According to
the label, “There is no comma in ‘Dude Incredible,’ like Sir Duke or King
Friday, for example.” Armed with this very helpful information, you’re now
prepared to enter the sparse yet complex world of Shellac. Also know this: “Shit
is coming down, and I’m riding bikes!” (from track four, the aptly titled “Riding
Bikes”); and this: “Fuck the king!” (from “All the Surveyors”).
So what’s up with Dude
Incredible? Once in a blue moon, when by some freak of scheduling he has no
paid work, Albini gets a spare day to record his own stuff at his studio, and
so he does. So, unlike most of his recording projects, where a band comes in
and lays down in a relatively short few weeks, or even days, his own band’s
records are put together from random sessions over the course of a few years.
And yet, Dude Incredible sounds
remarkably consistent and united. It’s got some post-rockety things happening
in the rhythms, some of the typical Albini humour (“The People’s Microphone,”
for example, contains no vocals), and absolutely zero bells and whistles.
Remember the bone-dry sound of The Breeders’ Pod? That exact sound is here. Remember the mangled, bleeding
rawness of The Jesus Lizard’s Goat?
That same rawness is here. Obviously, Albini produced them both.
But enough excitement about what the man has done for other
bands. Dude Incredible is a solid
piece of work, full of interesting experiments and a common theme (!) revolving
around surveyors, mappers, and the parceling out of the land stolen from the
First Nations. It rocks and it has brains. It’s both unpretentious and
intellectual. It’s the cool, sensible guy at the party who doesn’t even have to
bother with insulting the music you’re playing—his coolness is contagious, and
just the simple act of shaking his hand is enough for you to be infected with
an awareness that everything you were listening to before was shit.
reviewed by Richard Krueger