Released: October 2, 2012
Every time I listen to this record, I hear something different. One day I hear Bill Laswell, the next Parliament, the next Bowie or Prince or Zappa. I heard the Grateful Dead once, but even though I’ve tried, I just can’t find that vibe again. I hear dodgy wanker music on Monday and then on Tuesday I hear a human interpretation of God. Last weekend I was listening in my car and I swore that “Putty Boy Strut” was straight out of an old N64 game from an alternate universe.
The crazy thing about Until the Quiet Comes is I’m pretty sure all of the above is true.
This album is a shapeshifter. It takes what I’m feeling and reflects it back to me through a funhouse mirror. It senses what I want to hear and it gives me what I need.
One other thing: this is cohesive. Seriously, every note belongs. This isn’t a bunch of songs randomly stuck together, this a unified body. A weird unified body, but still a unified body.
Highly recommended for anyone who likes being challenged by music.