“Like his sometime heroes Led
Zeppelin, Jack White builds monuments. They're suitable for awestruck visits.
But they're no place to settle down” - Robert Christgau on The White Stripes’ Icky Thump.
Like we
all know, The Super Insurgent Group of Intemperance Talent (The S.I.G.I.T) had
just released their second full studio album entitled “Detourn” circa March
2013 which information could be seen everywhere on the web. Old fans, new fans,
rock critics & journos greet the release with rousing reaction while as of
this writing, the deluxe version of the album is already sold out.
The
release was also marked with a live show in Rolling Stone Café on March which,
according to the magazine website, received more than warm
reaction that (most songs in) Detourn got the potential to be live favorite
like its predecessors.
The
S.I.G.I.T bumped on me in 2005, right after I picked and read MTV Trax December
2004 (CMIIW), where its self-titled E.P was abundantly praised and touted as one
of the best releases in 2004. Got the E.P on cassette from Disc Tarra (!), I,
whose musical knowledge is lower than average, could only enjoy The
Datsuns-esque “Clove Doper” while drinking alone. Along with my musical
journey, I also picked up their debut full album “Visible Idea of Perfection”
and “Hertz Dyslexia”, tried to listen to those releases in a more appropriate
manner. The overall quality of the releases stapled The S.I.G.I.T as one of local
critics’ darling and (probably) deemed as the best rock and roll band in our
country.
The Period.
The most
befuddling thing of the second album hoopla is the period. The predecessors were
released when Indonesian independent music scene was amiable to, pardon me,
rock and roll music thus the genre and the listeners (or fans) were still
deemed honorable by national music elitists (you & I probably knew who they
are).
But as I observed,
the year 2011 until now is tough period for rock and roll. Currently, rock and roll
loses its fair share of segment due to the emergence (or the heating up) of
indie music/alternative subculture that some pretentious music fans are
probably afraid of being considered uncool for listening to rock and roll. The
condition is deteriorated by the fact that The White Stripes were dissolved. The
Strokes & The Brandals shifted their musical direction (The Strokes
incorporated adequate amount of blip blip tunes on their last 2 records while
The Brandals embraced alternative rock influences on their DGNR8) to shake off
artistic boredom and keep their relevance. The Flowers-Still Alive & Well
was apparently not too well and/or probably didn’t sell well either since it was
just a mere decent effort but still couldn’t bring back the hysteria. Even a
little help of our local magazine, couldn’t keep it clamorous for more than six
or seven months. Arctic Monkeys maintained their sound from Humbug era while
pulled out some sophisticated pop-rock balladry and heavy rock to keep them worth further listen. Gugun Blues
Shelter had to rely on a recusant-wannabe bassist and our national flag to gain
fair amount of both national and international attention. This is the period where
we can incessantly see Unknown Pleasures t-shirt clad youngsters in the interweb
and real life.
Which make me think: Can Detourn attract those fake post rock folk whatever freak punk masses?
Which make me think: Can Detourn attract those fake post rock folk whatever freak punk masses?
The answer
is probably: They don’t care.
Unlike The White Stripes, The S.I.G.I.T built their monuments but they choose to settle
down and renew the monuments in their own style. For those who listened to Hertz
Dyslexia, they could find flute in “Bhang”, a cover of Neil Young's “Only Love Can
Break Your Heart” and the time-stopping “All The Time” excellent spin-off, “Midnight
Mosque Song” apart from aggressive yet standardized tunes so that they….wait…and I should
not be worried.
Because The S.I.G.I.T, in fact, don''t want the word "tedious" in their forehead.
Because The S.I.G.I.T, in fact, don''t want the word "tedious" in their forehead.
Along Came Detourn
The
S.I.G.I.T knew the score: Survival of the fittest. Realizing the chance of
selling out their regular records (cd & vinyl) is quite uncertain, they
issued deluxe edition to counterbalance the odd, which edition, is currently
sold out. Another brilliant move is the record’s Arik Roper-esque artwork which
generated adequate enigmatic imagination around the record that the image tried (and succeeded)
to convince: Detourn is something else.
Also
realizing the need to score killer concerts, thanks to old school trickery,
They wrote two “non-standard” but “standard” tunes to be stapled as new live
favorite: “Detourne” and “Let The Right One In” (to replace the obsolete “Clove
Doper"), hooky tunes yet full of “in your
face” attitude riffs, chugs and guitar solos. The saxophone on “Detourne” also re-affirmed
their exploratory nature where Rekti deplored lost friends who currently “Living
a life of getting wide not wiser, chasing some dimes, saving it for then waster
(waste it?)”, whose blind faith make them do “Praying inside, Shouting in the
name of feces” then he complained those who “taken away by streams away from
(their) our dreams”. Those statements are actually basic but au contraire, the naughty
jesus-feces rhyme would make GG Allin smile in pride.
The
S.I.G.I.T is no Ty Segall. They had done what Ty did almost a decade
ago so they built the rest of the album as polished and luxurious as possible.
The music wrapped elegant anger and desperation, was built in more complex,
braver song structure and arrangement and splashed with adequate sound effects
(including the communal intro on “Red Summer” and “Cognition”) but still they
maintained sensibility and sincerity.
Lyrically
speaking, some lyrics are relatable cum personal like “Took so long to be my
true self, Then I blew it all on the whiskey coke, spent to create till I go
broke” which probably explains their true sidestream identity, the apocalyptic musing:
“Feel like we’re fixing to die, only loneliness keeps us alive, no shoulder
left to cry, There’s a moment we can’t survive” and Stud-smeared-heart talk “Been
out collecting sins, down on broken sins, I taste it bitterness and I want it
more, I’ve got the burdens of my own, leave it be mine”.
But their
snide statements to the sheep are even better. Apart from “Detourne” and “Let
The Right One In”, The S.I.G.I.T sabotaged the beautiful socio-political poem on
“Cognition” by exchanging the first and second stanza where Rekti mocked the
people before the teachers then in the end, he wanted The Major to be hanged
because: “HUNGER MAKES AN EAGLE!” then the band concluded the song in The Mars
Volta-esque stylistic song structure. Greed-themed yet rhymed mockery “Define
human needs to make one feel alive, the list will go too far, define human
greed and their way to achieve, the list won’t make an art” that truly will unsettle
those infamous shit-headed motiwasters.
Musically
speaking, in my personal opinion, the contender of the album is “Tired Eyes”,
opened with angry-demented outcry wrapped in Log Zhelebour scene met dangdut frenzy
that transformed into a more sophisticated rock song stuffed with breaks, smooth
shifts and wah wah. While the champion of the record is prog-smeared-psychedelic
bonanza turns heavy metal: the grandiose “Conundrum” which makes quite an
achievement, thank fuck they put it in the end.
Otis Rush
(and Willie Dixon) to Led Zep is Neil Young to The S.I.G.I.T. Led Zeppelin
wrote “Since I’ve Been Loving You” to substitute "I Can't Quit You
Baby" from the first album as the band's slow blues showcase. Same case
here where The S.I.G.I.T wrote the personal, dreamy yet contemplating “Owl
and Wolf” and “Ring of Fire” balladry to replace Neil Young’s “Only Love Can
Break Your Heart” and the stale “Live In N.Y”. A remarkable effort and God
bless them.
All in
all, why do I care about Detourn that much? Probably because they don’t care that the
constant usage of flute on some songs,was considered unsexy (remember “Bhang” on
Hertz Dyslexia review) thus it has given a clear yet delicate “Fuck You” to
that writer.
And that
kind of Fuck You is all I need.
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