Drums bustle over an ambling quiet with thoughtful digital textures. This is meticulous, introspective chamber-pop, unfurling a bit like Van Dyke Parks’ work with Brian Wilson. While not a total departure, the album is far more approachable than all these imposing bona fides might suggest. Formed out of the fertile Chicago indie-rock scene in the 1990s, they became known for their complex, frequently acoustic explorations.Ĭamoufleur united the group with yet another left-field luminary, Markus Popp of the electronic glitch trailblazers Oval. Gastr Del Sol centered around two avant-rock fixtures with impressive pedigrees, David Grubbs and Jim O’Rourke, and they often recorded with another, Tortoise’s John McEntire. Camoufleur reveals its other pleasures like that, too: gradually yet exhilaratingly. Listen: A Tribe Called Quest, “Find a Way”Īt the end of “The Season Reverse,” the opening track of Gastr Del Sol’s final album, firecrackers that sound initially like just another percussive element reveal themselves to be part of a field-recorded conversation with French-speaking children. The real love at the center of The Love Movement isn’t the transformational love of hip-hop, nor is it the romantic love of soul mates: It’s the love between these two childhood friends. Whatever their differences outside of the studio, Q-Tip and Phife Dawg sounded like old chums again, wing-manning for each other on “Find a Way” and “Against the World,” cracking each other up with self-effacing tales of conquests. On The Love Movement, the music is suave but the mood is light. Featuring J Dilla, young and just coming into his own, Q-Tip’s Ummah production team refined their woozy bass and harsh snare cracks into something far warmer and more alluring, channeling the muted, modernist thump of the era’s great neo-soul albums.
The fifth and final record of their original run together, The Love Movement didn’t immediately buy them back the goodwill they’d lost with Beats, but in hindsight it vindicated some of the musical ideas they’d workshopped on that effort. Two years later, they announced their breakup. In 1996, A Tribe Called Quest released their least-loved album, Beats, Rhymes & Life-an inexplicably sour, sobering record that dialed down the group’s usually joyful jazz-rap. If it was out of place in 1998, it was only because it belonged to the future.
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But as chintzy as those electronics sound by today’s standards, the Pumpkins used them to devastating effect: to simulate the whiplash passage of time on “Appels + Oranjes,” to indicate the delicate, transient nature of love on “Perfect.” Now that rock bands are as comfortable with loops and software plugins as they are with guitars, Adore sounds remarkably prescient. It was as if bandleader Billy Corgan wanted to highlight the profundity of his grief-he had just lost his mother, the subject of the eight-minute power ballad “For Martha”-with the mundanity of the world in which he still had to live. On Adore, they fused sweeping melodramatic gestures with modest drum machines and tinny production effects. Grunge may have channeled the alternative into the mainstream, but the Pumpkins more accurately predicted what rock music would sound like in 20 years.
If Mellon Collie and the Infinite Sadness didn’t shake off all the Smashing Pumpkins’ lingering associations with grunge, then its dark and stormy followup, Adore, sure did.
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