Album Review: The Kevin Costner Suicide Pact- Container Ship
Hot on the heels of this summer’s cassette, the Tape Phase EP, Denver experimentalists
(with, like, the best band name ever) The Kevin Costner Suicide Pact have
returned with a new DOUBLE (!) cassette LP, Container
Ship. And proving that the
post-Basinski loop manipulations and noodlings on Tape Phase were, in fact, just a phase, Container Ship goes on to elaborate on a wider vision of this
collective.
Adding in elements of more “traditional” post-rock, Container Ship unfolds slowly, like the
director’s cut of a film about molasses rolling up a mountain. Opening with the
mournful, glimmering “It’ll All Be Over Soon,” the band gives their delay
pedals a work out with the hypnotic, lengthy “Wallace,” one of two tracks that
features some very restrained, Mogwai-esq time-keeping drumming.
On “New Lopez,” things get a little darker—where the firs
three minutes and change are spent bringing in a guitar tone that eventually
disappears, and is replaced by like seven minutes of tape hiss, blips, and various
ominous sounding tones. With “Mookie Suit,” there’s a balance struck between a
weird sense of hope, but an overwhelming cloud of sadness that covers the plaintive
guitar strumming—heavily distorted, processed through what sounds like an
infinite array of effects pedals.
Container Ship
closes out with the 20-minute double shot of “I Don’t Believe Me,” a gorgeous
track built around bright flourishes of reversed sound—a sound that eventually
grows and builds into something huge; and then the unbelievably mournful drones
of “Aerodome,” where sub-bass rattling gives way to dreamy, heavily delayed
guitar waves ridden out until the end.
I’m no musician—I tinker with guitars and pedals, with basic
drum machine rhythms, and simple synth progressions. The Kevin Costner Suicide
Pact are making the kind of music that I can only dream about creating. Container Ships is full of lush, moving,
stark landscapes—a perfect record to listen to as we continue to drift into the
endless abyss of short days, long nights, and brutal cold.
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