Ever wish Suicide was still making music? Probably not, its
been quite a while since the reign of what was probably the most abrasive band
to ever grace, and inevitable be booed off, a stage. But even back in the
sixties I don’t think anyone wanted a Suicide, but its more than fitting that
we got them anyway. Somehow it was like the music gods had seen us fit to be
punished, and Alan Vega and Martin Rev were our rack and iron maiden, dolling
out punishment before a few Bruce Springsteen concerts or an Elvis Costello
show. In retrospective we didn’t deserve them though, and it wasn’t because
American music listeners were being unfairly punished. Fast forward fifty
years, and what do you have, someone as unnerving as Suicide has crawled out
into the light, and he is recording music under the moniker of Dirty Beaches. While
I would say that the music that Dirty Beaches and Suicide make are similar, a
sort of repetitive no-wave that is covered in slime, there is one distinct
difference, Alex Zhang Hungtai, the
Tiawenese-Canadian who is better known as Dirty Beaches, is cool, and Im
talking switchblade sunglasses and a comb cool. Hungtai is like a deranged
Fonzie, or rather a sane Fonz in a deranged world. I wouldn’t stop their
either. In addition to the Fonz he has elements of Brain Wilson and Clint
Eastwood in him as well, each with their own level of derangement. He travels
over lanscapes spotted with neon lit Noir hotels with women in red nylons. He’s
the guy that brings booze to the prom and then steals away your date. And where
is he? Oh he is over by the jukebox. No kidding, Hungtai is got the aesthetic
goods, the same type of aestetic that helped Suicide coin the phrase punk rock.
Its not like he is a carbon copy either, he has got his own vibe that really
really sets him apart from Suicide. Consider for a moment The Good, The Bad,
and The Ugly a cowboy film based entirely off of a Japanese Samurai film
entitled Yojimba. Even though both movies have some of the same themes, and
basically have the same plots and style, they are completely different, and not
once has anyone discredited The Good, The Bad, and The Ugly as being purely
derivative. So Too with Suicide and Dirty Beaches.
And then there is
the music, and here is a matter for debate. Did Hungtai record the music as
poorly as he did to sound like the droning synth of Suicide? Did he mean to
turn his live shows into performance art? Or does he really not care? It has to
be one of those something this good could never be an accident. That would be
like saying William Carlos Williams came up with This is Just to Say by accident.
No, the intentions of the Dirty Beaches project is clear, to get under your
skin and set up residency. Hungtai
becomes the living body of artist and art, a sort of character that has
expanded well beyond himself and his music. Would the music be easier to listen
too if it wasn’t hidden under drones of fuzz and wasn’t so damn repetitive?
Absolutely, but its evident that The Dirty Beaches project is not for anyone’s
enjoyment other than Hungtai’s yet despite all of the attempts that the music
makes to push the listener away, there is some equal or greater force making
you want to stay and hear what happens next.
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