Max Nordile is the lowest of the lo-fi, the no-est of the no wave. He’s
a Nothing Band, he’s a Dolphin saxer. He calls Oakland home, but he’s probably
living mostly in the Oakland sewer. He collects all the musical instruments the
topside Oaklanders flush down the toilet. I bet he wears retro A’s hats. My
writing homie Jacob is from Oakland. I wonder if he knows Max.
“Go to Sleep, Fool” is the aural equivalent of someone filling a few
tube socks with Quickrete and flailing them around at objects that purport to
make music. When the music comes, it is not how you expect it. It is a freeform
death salad of sounds and styles, from Greek to Cobb, noise to noisette. A
jittering, collapsing apartment block on a faultline, “Go to Sleep, Fool” will
be imploring you to actually do the opposite: stay up because there’s too much
racket going on … fool.
--Ryan
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