From the first few notes of "The Mending of the Gown," it is clear that Spencer Krug is no longer satisfied with creating hushed acoustic guitar anthems. In his first album as Sunset Rubdown, Krug created an album that seemed to be culmination of his lo-fi leanings. Shut Up I Am Dreaming was like a piece of old furniture: rickety and worn, but special in some difficult to define way.
Random Spirit Lover bears very little resemblance to that particular album (or, for that matter, any other album). In my attempt to describe it after a few listens, I likened it to a cross between two other Krug projects, Frog Eyes and Wolf Parade. Eventually, though, I gave up on comparisons and let myself enjoy it as an album without adequate comparisons or adequate competition: I consider this album to be the culmination of the school of Canadian "Indie" that has flooded the ears of tight-jeans wearing teenagers over the past decade or so.
In a word, this album is diverse. There are maniacal romps through bizarre carnival-like worlds stuffed with animal imagery and tumbling keyboards, sparse numbers featuring little more than Krug's trembling tones and a simple melody, and even a hushed campfire song in "Child-Heart Losers." Beyond trying to describe each song for its characteristics, this album seems to be divided into far more numerous, fragmented parts, most of which have little to do with one another. If forced to choose a number, I'd have to say that there are at least thirty or forty of these miniature "movements" present.
Some of the movements grab the ear more than others, such as the aforementioned guitar solo in "The Mending of the Gown," or the charging apex of "Magic vs. Midas." Without match, however, is the the culmination of the epic "Winged/Wicked Things," which builds from a single puffing organ and oddly watery arpeggios into a glorious mess of noise that jumps up and down entire octaves, leaving the listener drained by the time the outro arrives, less than five minutes after the ride began. If one may expect a letdown after such a superlative piece of music, there's a surprise in store: "Colt Stands up, Grows Horns," draws the listener right back in with creepy minor chords and a cold wind blowing in the background, which give way to 80s-style synths. Unexpected, and absolutely wonderful.
Many have criticized Random Spirit Lover as being "just noise" or for being too weird. True, Krug piles on layer after layer of sound until it can sound at times as though he has little control over his own band. After enough listens, however, it has become clear that each and every note of this album has been carefully placed to create an effect that no other act in music today can match. This album truly is the act of a mad genius. But even the mad genius can get slightly self-conscious: during "The Taming Of The Hands That Came Back To Life," Krug croons, "Do you think the second movement has too many violins?" The answer, unequivocally, is no. Keep on piling on the sounds, Spencer, and I'll keep on listening.
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