Major Stars
Syntoptikon Important http://www.tinymixtapes.com//sites/default/files/arton476_0.jpg

[Important; 2006]

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Midway through "Collapsing," I want to laugh, a reaction I had always thought
inappropriate in the face of rapturous triple-guitar devastation. I've listened
to the song many times over the past month, and without fail I smirk and giggle
each time. I blame the track-length listing in the album insert: the booklet
tells me "Collapsing" will last upwards of nine minutes, but as the song crosses
the halfway point, the band has nowhere left to go. Vocalist Sandra Barrett has
her say in about 90 seconds and then ducks out of harm's way as Wayne Rogers,
Kate Village, and Tom Leonard launch into a sky-high display of cock-rockin'
licks and leads. It's the kind of instrumental break we've come to expect from
Major Stars: soaring and searing, taut form given to an excess of feedback and
distortion. But the guitar pyrotechnics max out early, and you know that there's
just no way the soloists can keep topping themselves, and you also know
that they know this and will do everything in their power to avoid simple
retread. So, where do they send us when there's still three-and-a-half minutes
of jamming left? Straight into the abyss. A black howl covers the background;
tones grow more evil, menacing, abnegating, acknowledging the ridiculousness and
futility of rocking by jamming codes and, well, collapsing.

It's this complete surrender to the void that makes Major Stars a unique voice
even in the midst of our current blowout-fuzz-rock revival. Psychedelic rock (or
space rock or stoner rock or trip music etc.) traditionally finds itself gazing
into nothingness during the search for new novel timbres and textures. Formless
and sonic absolutism are happy accidents from which guitar solos and
recognizable structures eventually reemerge, and if they don't, then the song
dissolves peacefully, content to live in its newfound perfect sound. And in the
face of this abyss, the sound-world often becomes a stay against fragmented,
anarrative reality: here disparate forms of music can coexist in harmony,
momentarily reconciling the incongruous milieus from which they arise (see
psych's perpetual plundering of the entire spectrum of the "record collector
music" canon: free jazz, folk, blues, experimental electronics, raga, "noise,"
even afrobeat, and so forth) and providing a consolation of cosmopolitan
wholeness. Bardo Pond, Hawkwind, Neu!, Kinski, Amon Düül II, and scads of other
similar groups gesture towards this kind of transcendence in their most sublime
moments.

Rather than transmit the ecstasy of fusion, Major Stars channel the futility of
feeling trapped in secondhand sonics. As record store owners and veterans of
numerous groups who melded the credible and questionable halves of the pre-punk
rock landscape into sprawling guitar workouts, Rogers and Village have ample
reason to be overburdened by influence, that euphemism for history's nightmare:
that all forms of expression are subject to the law of diminishing utility,
constantly eroding from use and overuse. Even at their most wild and expansive,
Major Stars cannot rocket out of the cosmos of their influences; even their
freakouts have precedent. To open up a vibrant pangeneric discourse à la
Lula Cortes's Paebiru would be to project more noise, to reflect an even
more painful awareness of just how many borrowed voices mediate Syntoptikon's
sonic identity, so Major Stars reject that route and minimize their own
headaches.

Barrett's lyrics show this skepticism extending towards all forms of language.
She snorts curt dismissals: "No one cares/ No one there," "Nothing to see
when you're unaware."
She and her bandmates inhabit a space in which they
perpetually see "revelation turning off," as their spiraling musical excursions
never discover the spiritual highs or enlightenments so often embedded in
psychedelic discourse. Barrett's words hearken diffusion: no third eyes opened
here. And she keeps her singing to a minimum, as words suffer from the same
debasement as guitar riffs, unable to "say" much of anything at this point in
the game.

If this whole package sounds bleak and debilitating, remember, this album makes
me laugh. Whether we're existentialists or not, Syntoptikon sells its
ideology pretty well within its own confines, and as soon as we buy into its
rock-as-recycling argument, we're in on the joke. We realize that as futile as
playing the same blues scales and falling back on the same dynamic builds and
stamping on the same psych-rock guitar pedals for the billionth time may be, the
whole spectacle can still be endlessly amusing for both creator and participant.
More than ever before, Major Stars sound like they're having a hell of a time,
cramming semiotic ecstasy and intangible bliss into each sound particle. Notes
and syllables ring just right, harboring rock's cutthroat authenticity
and pop's unabashed contrivance in a logically confounding but instinctually
intuitive manner. And we come back to this same spectacle in spite of having
essentially heard it all before, and then we rave not about its technical or
compositional merits but its extratextual riches. Those are teenage bedroom air
guitar's chills running down your spine, years after you swore them off, and
elicited with markedly less emotional investment than you remember.

I looked "syntoptikon" up in the dictionary and Wikipedia. The word has no
definition. Perfect.

1. Cinnamon and Lightning
2. The Ravager
3. Collapsing
4. Pocket
5. Fake Date
6. Black Road
7. Syntoptikon

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