by Kevin Colpean
Destabilizing music, for Jar Moff, is not an excuse to be
incoherent. Instead, his first LP, the two song
Commercial
Mouth, acts as a magnet, picking up hyper-fractured samples of pop songs, to
form new geometric rhythms. I’d call the shapes collage-like, but the pieces
themselves are no longer reference points. Whatever pop remains is
unidentifiable. What listeners can latch onto, though, are hip-hop beats overtopping
the fragments.
The restrained downtempo beat in the first track,
“Tziaitzomanasou,” is a spaceship sending its passengers through Kubrick-like voyage. Cosmic whirrs, laser beeps, loops of rewound transmissions . . . the
travelers are far from Earth. The near psychedelic chaos reminds me of Acid
Mothers Temple, but more aware of sonic momentum and when to change movements. The
spaceship is also breaking down. At times, the beats collide with rhythmless industrial
clangs, halting the tempo in what feels like frantic malfunction, until a new beat
churns into play. The battle creates tension. Over twelve minutes of this struggle
plays out, until the track fades into the distance, indicating an off-screen
continuation instead of a resolution.
Track two, “Commercial Mouth,” is more recognizable as
instruments playing music. After a brief layering of looped samples, the song eases
into free jazz. Sax, drums, and piano take over, while still retaining the
hip-hop/cosmic subtext. Track two achieves a level of depth that pure space
rock, heavy psych, or downtempo hip-hop often lack. Moff isn’t simply asking
his audience to zone out; he’s asking them to consider the outcome of flooding speakers
with the remains of de-contextualized/re-contextualized music, as if he’s
rapidly flipping through nothing-to-watch TV and wants to know what we see in
the cadenced blur. For a first album, Commerical
Mouth shows Jar Moff to be an ambitious artist—more than just another
person behind a computer mashing together songs.
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Kevin Colpean has an MFA in Creative Writing from Cal State San Bernardino. He has worked for several literary magazines including Bravura and Ghost Town. He has an extensive music collection that always seems to be just a few albums way from completion.