Wolf Parade

    Apologies to the Queen Mary

    9

    This is not a record that should be bookishly analyzed. It’s a
    record that begs you to call your friends and rant about how you feel
    the Rock in your veins. But I don’t know you all that well. You wanna
    get a drink or something?

    [more:]

    Beer number one:

    This is better. No need for dispensing with chit-chat or
    pleasantries. We can just talk about the music. After all, when you
    hear something as epic as the opening drum beat that begins the album
    on “You Are a Runner and I Am My Father’s Son” and then hear the piano
    that accompanies it, the only thing you can really say is “Listen to
    that!” And when Spencer Krug’s creaky, often-high-pitched voice comes
    in, it quickly becomes no wonder why Isaac Brock digs on these guys and
    produced much of the album. The Modest Mouse influence is apparent but
    in no way detrimental to Wolf Parade’s sound.

    Beer number two:

    Aw, come on. Don’t look around the room like you have nothing to
    say. Must. Drink. Faster. Let the titans of booze rain down upon me
    with their wisdom! What am I talking about? Better yet, what is King
    talking about on “Grounds for Divorce” when he says, “I had a bad, bad
    time tonight”? Some of these songs are so catchy that you won’t notice
    the gloomy themes that bubble up from time to time. There are ghosts
    lurking in these songs, and if you listen closely, you can hear them
    drifting behind that one door you’ve always been afraid to open.

    Beer number three:

    You like the Arcade Fire, right? Everybody does! Well, except for me
    and like three other people on this planet (seriously, I’m keeping
    count). I might as well let it all out since we’re being honest here.
    But, yeah, these four Montrealites have toured with them. I feel like
    Wolf Parade is a logical extension of what a band like the Arcade Fire should
    be, if that makes any sense. In fact, guitarist Dan Boeckner has
    moonlighted on guitar for the nauseatingly hyped band, and drummer
    Arlen Thompson also did some of his pound pounding on one of Funeral‘s
    tracks. If knowing that makes you go buy this record and listen to it,
    then fine, that’s what it takes. Why are you so difficult to convince?
    Sorry. I’m going to order another.

    Beer number four:

    Inspiration strikes! This here press release that came with the
    album is perfect. It puts into words the nonsense that is this
    transcendently, deceptively simple rock ‘n’ roll album. I don’t know
    why I brought a press release into a bar. Don’t ask so many questions.
    Throughout this piece of cardboard, a ridiculous conversation goes on
    between the members of Wolf Parade (who are all drunkhow appropriate),
    Winn Butler posing as God and the aforementioned Brock. It might be the
    easiest way to explain (or further obfuscate) Apologies to the Queen Mary.
    In fact, let me just read this quote to you: “And so together the four
    of them made sweet nonsensical music that sounded like a bullfight,
    only where the bull is a gorilla and the matador is a robot
    precariously holding a baby and all the spectators are eagles and
    whales with laser beams fore eyes and everybody cries when the gorilla
    dies. Oh!” Bullfighters, gorillas, babies, oh my! Sorry, I’m a little
    buzzed. But hark! “It’s a Curse,” especially when played as loud as
    we’re listening to it now, wipes away the weirdness.

    Beer number five:

    “Sometimes we rock and roll/ I’d rather stay at home.” That’s from
    “This Heart’s on Fire,” and it’s the best lyrical couplet I’ve heard
    all year. I’m feeling random. If only Hunter S. Thompson would’ve tried
    rock criticism to a further extent than just talking about Bob Dylan a
    lot. Then again, maybe that was why Lester Bangs was plopped down on
    this planet. I bet he would’ve liked Wolf Parade, and you should too. I
    just tried to drink my beer without opening it. Did you put something
    in my last one? What does it all mean? Oh, come on, do you really have
    to go? All right, I’m going to finish this beer and maybe a couple
    more. At least I have Wolf Parade to keep me company.

    Video and pics of Wolf Parade performing at CMJ 2005

    Prefix review: Wolf Parade [EP] by Justin Sheppard

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    “You Are a Runner and I Am My Father’s Son” MP3

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