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In a time of pre-set, auto-massage aesthetics and formulas dampening all the peripheries into a gazillion false platonic dichotomies, Talibam! pops out a boogie-set quest of delirious energy within a montage of causes and effects, failures and successes, heroes and robber baron scumbags...
Talibam! deconstructs the message behind the oncoming jellyfish populating the waterways, analyzes the purpose of human choice and expectations. Gems of pop nonchalance tug and pull against a break down of musical morality. The international attention span crisis obliterated within the borders of a single album statement – a moral reckoning against slack albums with the same bland back beat and fuzz tone on every tune. Those Zombies will chant about pantheistic gods until apocalyptic mushrooms are modified and edible for everyone.
BOOGIE IN THE BREEZE BLOCKS captures a mood and filmic capacity to create an anthropological exploration into the strange beauty of contemporary opposing and debt maxed out stimuli. In New York City, these forces exist everywhere; punjabi cab driver food across the street from luxury loft condo scum. Talibam! wants to re-mythicize this world with an album that explores a range of emotions, genre, feel, time and space.
In reverb you find ghosts, and as the musical rhetoricians suffer and slither into the camera's reflexive peepers -- shrouding themselves amongst the obstacles under the blue skies of collapsing permaculture -- these ghosts decapitate. Trapping blind sight knee-deep in a modern sanctuary of fuzzy bubble arrangements. Like a swarm of iridescent bumblebees suspended in a jawbreaker of petrified honey, each pandering self-imitation stings with a high degree of temporal dharama. Like a bite of shame resonating in the disintegrating hulls of sunken vessels fused to one transformative crack, so-called individuation is prey to the giant eyeball's enveloping surges of narcissistic knowns bestriding fractal patterns repeating and shrinking.
At this "Le Bombe", a refraction of cultural artifacts morphing into a shape of infinite sides, socio-political shards float like two stars colliding in space, hovering against gravity, a non-biodegradeable sheen of narcissism dwarfed within the uber wreckage of cultural waste until science eases back to folk humanism, a myth time escape that bolsters corrosion.
BOOGIE IN THE BREEZE BLOCKS is a record beyond the greed of deliberate, singular aesthetic commitments. As we ride the blues into reggae, polka, noise onslaught, sweetened pop, the epiphanies arise from effacing styles of their precious natural habitats.
The stylistic adventures organize themselves into motion without remembering their initial meaning. Music has become a desert of unfortunate desolation.
Single whole albums too dedicated to the noxious pop, or groove, or rap. The sweet and salty have oversaturated the soil of musical landscape into unfarmable mono plots of historical embarrassment and destruction for future heirloom generations. But to Talibam! there is a sense of hope: in darkness, spinning faster and faster into an axis of equidistant interval despite excessive vanity, there is an escape of flight as molecular bonds shape, dots and particles appear, fragmenting, subdividing.
In the genocide of your mind
Please don't leave your children behind
From the play ground to the battlefield
Peel off the discretion
Embrace your flanged confection
Talibam! is awake in a tired moment of unrest. There is a conservative epoch that annilates creativity and movement, and instead builds big trucks and bombs. Lets forget that international pander. That era of shame is over. Even the folks that say 'hey i'm in a pop band, and we're the only ones who sing about progressive lyrics' have their shit wrong, when it takes them two years and hundreds of thousands of dollars to produce the guns and bombs to make the people kneel in abrupt swells until critical behavior is a confused dimentia...an omnivision of universal forgetting...the supplements have become impure.
Baby you got my number
Oh I'm beginning to wonder
About the dreams that went asunder
Oh I'm beginning to wonder
About the blunder in the thunder
Talibam! is a product of energy and forced moment. We are a working band. We perform and play music. We create musical sculpture and build it to make those beautiful songs that you hear on this record. Move forward in peace and time.
The Brooklyn duo Talibam!’s first ESP-Disk’ release, Boogie in the Breeze Rocks, is a narrative earful as warped and wonderful as spicy pasta, fresh grapes and caramel crunch. An ensemble record joining 2008’s Thelonious Monk Jazz Institute winner, Jon Irabagon (tenor sax); Peter Evans of Sparks (trumpet); guitarists Chris Forsyth from Peeesseye, Anders Nilson and Chin Chin’s Jeremy Wilms; along with Mostly Other People Do the Killing’s Moppa Elliot on upright bass; all filtered through Talibam! to make music of one voice and cohesion. It is ensemble playing that goes beyond personal choice to capture a mood and the deep anthropology of the strange beauty of contemporary opposing and debt-maxed-out stimuli.