I am ripped to the ass with anxiety. I was good
for a while, but now it’s all getting to me – I’m not normally an anxious
person, but holy heck, can we just give it a rest for a while? And it’s not like
I don’t know there’s a way out – I’m also a wickedly hopeful person in the best
of times, and even in these crummy times, but it’s wearing thin. Still,
complaining about it’s not going to help me is it? Or you. You don’t need my
moaning. Let’s get past it.
Deuce Avenue rips me to the ass with anxiety,
but here catharsis reigns. Most psychotherapists would take a gander at what I’m
listening to in this state and immediately scramble for the off switch. Deuce
Avenue, the project of Noah Anthony (Profligate, Social Junk, Night Burger),
doesn’t have time to worry about anxiety – he allows his music to personify it,
and in doing so sucks some of that real-life anxiety out of the air and parades
it around a stage in some sort of pantomime. That’s what happens when your
idiom is minor-key synth-noir, and you’re good at rippling sheets of tense
atmosphere over tar-hot bubbling bass and clattering rhythm tracks.
It works – you perceive Perennial Fire and Life for as short a time as you’d like (and
there’s no reason not to get all the way through in one sitting), and it
immediately impresses upon you its soundtracky goodness, a signal that you can
relax and enjoy this thing instead of letting it ratchet you up beyond where
you already are. You lose yourself in the underbelly of this thing, and from
there you’re buoyed through a cinematic adventure of clandestine operations,
your only tools and defenses an Arp Odyssey, a Korg Monologue, and a Yamaha
VSS-30. Use them wisely to rid yourself of the blues, as Noah Anthony did as
Deuce Avenue. It’s a circle of life thing.
https://unifactor.bandcamp.com/
--Ryan
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