Jumbling Towers
by Dan
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Jumbling Towers - "Put Your War Paint On"

In this world of gray smiles and clammy hands and incessant, relentless power outages, candles are very important. There are many who believe that candle flames can be inhaled, that they can speak, that they have transformative powers. There is a legend of a young filthy ratter who burned a book he'd written in a candle flame, page by page, to make the words exist in the world. The effects of his efforts are now known as the Night of Hawks and Chains, the most heinous tradition in an already barbarous existence. It is said that only one child in a family of ten will survive this night. The limits of the body's acids and muscles are tested, the mind's tipping point, the spirit's very bottom. There is no grass wetter, colder, than the grass of that horrible dawn.

Jumbling Towers have reached a near-crippling level of darkness with their new album, The Kanetown City Rips. They've generally been a creepy band, but in a Vincent Price kind of way, where it's a smirking kind of ghoul, a deep maniacal tongue-in-cheek kind of cackle. But that was the old Jumbling Towers, or perhaps just not the Jumbling Towers of this record. A band that used to squeeze blood out of their guitars, that would crash a cymbal wide enough to change the tides, is suddenly holding back. The drums have been muted, they're thudding instead of ringing, the guitars are lying dried on the beach. Kanetown is suddenly their Your Blues. But, as in Your Blues, it all feels like it has a purpose. One that may take getting used to, but will find you soon. The album tells a story, or rather gives impressions, of a turbulent and unwelcoming world. From the constant perspective of the "rips", which are kids, themes of adults deceiving children, fearmongering, and revolution abound. There's a throughline to this album that leaves you at once triumphant and unsettled. It's mysterious, unfriendly, and gorgeous.

|this track is exclusive to Said the Gramophone, made available to us in advance by the band, so thanks to them for that. If you like them, see my past writings on them here, and here, and here|

[Buy their old records]
[buy the Kanetown single from Half Machine]


Elsewhere: would that this were real. via the Fiery Furnaces' twitter feed, you can feel those FF details between your fingers.

(image via à la garconnière)

Posted by Dan at December 11, 2009 12:16 AM

woo hoo! sounds like the grave.

Posted by Check It at December 12, 2009 6:16 AM

Thats a nice picture you have put in the beginning. Its a very charming pic

Posted by Polar s625x at December 29, 2009 1:01 PM

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