The highlight of just about every trip I take down to Los Angeles is our visit to Amoeba Music. Usually it is a struggle for my friends and I to agree on something to do, but whenever a stop to Amoeba is mentioned, a consensus is reached immediately. For those of you who are unfamiliar with Amoeba, it is one of the largest independent record stores in the world, with hundreds of thousands of titles available for perusal to the discriminating music junkie. Not only will you able to find the latest album from even some of the most obscure artists working today, but there are aisles and aisles that are filled with rare EPs and singles that you did not even know existed. With this information in hand, you now understand why it is a must-see destination for every trip we take down south.
Usually one trip is enough, but on our journey back home we stopped in San Francisco for the night and had some time to kill before dinner, so we dropped in to that location as well. When all was said and done, the damage was twenty-one albums, EPs, and singles covering a wide variety of genres. For this go-around, my biggest score was picking up a wide variety of early post-punk albums that I previously had trouble tracking down because of limited pressings, and it has been a blast listening to all these lost classics since we returned.
Los Angeles is a hellhole, but at least it is a home to this wonderful oasis.
With the release next week of Godspeed You! Black Emperor’s new album Asunder, Sweet and Other Distress (which is now available to stream), this is the perfect opportunity to reflect on one of the most remarkable concerts I have ever experienced. Seeing Godspeed live was such a mind-blowing event that I spent weeks after the show contemplating the fundamental nature of music. When a band forces you to engage in philosophical debates with yourself, it means that it was a pretty special performance.
For years, I was only a moderate fan of Godspeed You! Black Emperor; I was intrigued by the unusual name (including the shift in the exclamation point over the years) and the odd facts I had read about the group, from the fact that they were some sort of amorphous collective that conducted “post-rock” songs to the claim that the band trafficked in extreme politics despite the fact that their songs were strictly instrumental. I picked up a few of their records in college and was often content to leave them playing as ambient drone music during study periods, rarely fully engaging myself with the individual songs. It was pleasant background music, but I often struggled to maintain any focus on the individual songs during my attempts to listen with greater intent.
The band had fallen off my radar when they went through their lengthy post-Yanqui U.X.O. hiatus, but when they announced they were reuniting to go on tour in 2011, I immediately decided to snatch up a ticket. I had heard excellent reports about their live show, and the fact they were playing an unusual venue (a Masonic Temple in Brooklyn, I believe) indicated that it would be a memorable experience. However, my excitement was short-lived, as circumstances changed and I ended up missing the concert–I attended South by Southwest instead, the thought being that the thirty shows that I would end up seeing would make up for the one that I had missed.
Soon after the initial success of the reunion tour, the band released the fantastic comeback album ‘Allelujah! Don’t Bend! Ascend! Unlike previous albums, I had a much more instantaneous appreciation of ‘Allelujah, and it made me reconsider my assessment of the band. The band announced a tour in support of the album, and I finally had the chance to atone for my previous absence. GY!BE swung their way through Portland’s own version of SXSW, performing at the Roseland Theater for two nights during MusicFestNW. Back in 2013, the “festival” was still a week-long affair of loosely-affiliated shows at venues all across the city, and because of the necessity of tickets for each show and the vast distances between them, it was a significant decision to choose a specific show like this because of the additional opportunity cost. The stakes were high.
Initially, it seemed that I had made an unwise gamble with my time and money. The band took its time getting to the stage, arriving one at a time, and once they were there spent several minutes seemingly attempting to get in tune, creating a cacophonous drone that gradually enveloped the theater. For a good ten minutes I was having serious doubts about whether or not it was a good idea to see a band for whom I had previously only mild feelings, knowing full well that the live experience could very well end up being a compilation of the most boring aspects of the band. Then, there was a sudden shift, and the music coalesced into something that can only be described as pure beauty.
“Mladic” may be the closest that Godspeed has ever come to writing a “hook”, with a melody that evokes Slavic motifs that bring to mind my own Mediterranean roots. With this melody stuck in my head, I now had a toehold within the morass from which I could explore wherever the band ventured. In other words, there was now a purpose in the noise. Once I had this realization, I began to analyze the sounds circling around venue, and began questioning my assumptions as to what constituted “rock” and what defined “music” itself.
Godspeed You! Black Emperor has often been described as a “post-rock” band, a term with little meaning to most people, but it was at that moment that it seemed that the band had embodied the meaning of the signifier; it seemed as if the band was commenting on the nature of the form, a hallmark of “postmodernist” movements. Godspeed eschews the verse-chorus formulation, but simulates their effect by playing with dynamics, utilizing huge crescendos that build over several minutes and sudden diminuendos. The band also explores dissonant tones and plays around with pure cacophony, with several members playing extremely disparate parts that seemingly have no relation, but will gradually blend into recognizable melodies. The result is music that creates the effect of a rock show, without including many of the more recognizable elements that one would expect from “rock”.
By the end of the show, as the band exited in a similar manner as they had entered, screen flickering all the while, I had a completely different opinion of the band. Now I can’t wait to see them again.