pub review

[r stanton <industrialrobot@xxxxxxxxxxx>]

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Pub
Do You Ever Regret Pantomime?
(Ampoule Records)
[6.2]
    Every Sunday for the first seventeen years of my life, my 
half-conscious body was ritualistically dragged out of bed, stuffed into 
well-pressed clothes, thrown in a car and carted off to church. Every week 
it went the same way. Dad slept, Mom (who was of a different domination that 
my father) picked out little snippets of prayer her faction disagreed with 
and nudged me whenever they poked their ugly heads, and I just sat there? 
Too tired for the analytical approach my mother took, yet too jarred by the 
recent rude-awakening to take my fathers route, I sat there, pressed against 
the hard wooden pew, in a sort of limbo. Half-awake, bored as hell, my mind 
twisting its way around half-developed abstractions for an hour plus each 
Sunday morning.
    It was 20 minutes into an exceptionally long sermon when I first began 
to consider the concept of eternity. It occurred to me on a Sunday morning, 
probably around age ten, as the Irish-Catholic priest droned mercilessly on, 
that the Eternity In Heaven promised by the church to all ?true-believers? 
would no doubt be exceptionally boring. I sat there that Sunday morning, 
eyes fixed on the absurdly calm face of a crucified wooden Jesus, and for 
the first time I began to question this religion business. Try though I 
might, I couldn?t fit together the heaven thing. How could there be such a 
thing as eternal happiness? For if one never felt anything but happy, how 
would one know what happy is? And wouldn?t anything, no matter, how 
beautiful and peaceful and awe-inspiring start to grate on one?s patience 
after a few millennia of awe and beauty?
    Now, on a Sunday morning years later, I sit half-awake in a moderately 
comfortable office chair in my living room, clothes the same as the night 
before, giving off that unique dried-sweat and stale cigarette smell that?s 
synonymous with punk rock. And as I listen to Pub?s Do You Ever Regret 
Pantomime? I find myself facing these same immortal questions once again.
    Pub is fucking beautiful. Simply put. No denying it. Understated and 
subtle, Pub washes quiet beats in a sea of mellow synth swells and organ 
loops. Eminently aware of the importance of restraint, Pub?s beats come in 
only at key moments, and retreating into hiding when not required. Do You 
Ever Regret Pantomime? is at times reminiscent of Aphex Twin?s Selected 
Ambient Works II and Fripp and Eno?s No Pussyfooting, with one key 
exception. Years later, Selected Ambient Works II and No Pussyfooting are 
still undeniably amazing pieces of work. The lush complexities of these 
classics will guarantee them a spot in our musical lexicon for years to 
come. On the other hand, after two weeks of listening to Pub, I?m more than 
ready to move on.
    Undeniably beautiful though it may be, Pub is also unapologetically 
long-winded. And just like an eternity of angels perched on clouds playing 
harpsichord, beautiful or not, Pub gets tiresome after a while. This is 
particularly true of Pub?s longer tracks. "Paper Aeroplane" would be a nice 
enough ambient house track if it stopped somewhere before the 12 minute 
mark, instead it?s a remarkable test of one?s patience. Don?t get me wrong. 
Long songs can be wonderful. They?re just not really Pub?s specialty. 
Shorter cuts like the strongly Aphex-influenced ?Dilemma? prove that this 
Scottish duo works best with a smaller canvas.
    There?s a Siren-like charm to Pub, pretty and repetitive enough to pull 
you in, but be warned, once you start, you will be lulled into a lifetime of 
sitting on the couch and listening. It?s obvious that to lull the listener 
is the intended effect. But Pub goes about it all wrong. Their music is 
captivating, but in the same way that a late night TV commercial is. It saps 
your energy, removing your ability to get up and change the CD (or the 
channel), or to do much of anything else. Soon, you find yourself listening 
to this album all the way through, not really enjoying it, just soaking it 
up ?cause it?s there, James Orin Incandenza?s Infinite Jest on a CD.
    As it is, Pub is too concerned with being beautiful and serene for it?s 
own good. Ultimately, it needs a little something more. Short tracks like 
?Luddite?, an auditory collage of gongs and clocktower bells, or ?Heavy 
Metal (Hand Over Fist)?, which begins with what sounds like a digeridoo and 
manipulated the repeating sound, washing it in layers of synth strings until 
it is unrecognizable, stand out as a result of the unique sounds 
incorporated. Most of the time, Pub is music that relegates itself to the 
background, but these rare noises hidden within make one?s ears perk up and 
pay attention. Had Pub been less concerned with serenity, and added a little 
more auditory seasoning to the recipe, this album would stand out.
    In many ways, Do You Ever Regret Pantomime? is the same Heaven I 
imagined so many years ago, my thin little body slumped against the hard 
wooden pew. Both are gorgeous, but too lacking in substance to be the sort 
of place you want to spend an eternity. Pub walks a fine line between 
serenity and monotony, spending fair amounts of time in each camp. In the 
end Pub proves that no amount of beauty is enough, if nothing ever changes.

David M. Pecoraro

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