Thursday, October 15, 2009

Do Make Say Think: Goodbye Enemy Airship the Landlord is Dead (2000)


As I search for words to express my feelings about DMST’s third release, Goodbye Enemy Airship the Landlord is Dead, I cannot help but be reminded of the analogy wherein our human understanding of truth is compared to the attempts of three blind men to describe an elephant to the best of their ability. Since the men are blind, their descriptions are based wholly on tactile data, which isn’t an altogether insurmountable disadvantage. It makes sense to assert that one could come to a reasonably accurate description of an elephant exclusively through the sense of touch. But here’s the rub of the entire thought experiment: each man is essentially assigned to one part of the beast. Therefore, they are forced to make judgments of the whole based on interaction with only one of the parts. You can guess where this is going. The man who feels the elephant’s tail states unequivocally that an elephant is slender and stringlike. The man who feels the elephant’s ears claims that elephants are like massive fronds. The man who feels the elephant’s trunk asserts that elephants are hollow and cylindrical. The upshot of the analogy is that all of the men’s observations are accurate insofar as they do, in point of fact, provide information about the elephant. The crucial mistake is that they assume knowledge of the particular can be extrapolated to the whole. Which leads to the matter at hand. Goodbye is such a rich and multi-faceted work that many are bound to view it in terms of singular characteristics in order to make it more manageable. Some are bound to view Goodbye as the pièce de résistance of the post-rock genre. Others, listening to the exact same record, will herald the album as an indictment against the bloated pretension of the post-rock ethos, citing its mischievous character and lightheartedness as proof that it represents the antithesis to the "woe is me" mentality that informs much of the genre's finer works. Such conjecture, while gratifying to some extent, fails to account for the album’s brilliance dans l’ensemble. The album is rife with the experimentalism and superior musicianship that one would expect from listening to the prior two releases, but it also exhibits that inexplicable quality that is shared by all musical works of consequence. There is something primordial, something universal, about the tones and textures the band employs. I revisit the album often and it never ceases to impress me. Goodbye is the rare album that retains its relevance even as one’s tastes and perceptions change. Goodbye must surely be ranked among the handful of impeccable records produced in the last decade.


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