The interrupting solitude of Zach Bodtorf’s alter ego is a continued ear punch. Shimmering guitar melodies are dissected by angry buzzing; an idyllic summer picnic being infested with wasps hungry for jello and ants picking at the meaty corpse between two slices of bread. Pressing Schedule’s title hearken to the constant tug of daily perfection with the struggle to measure up to the status quo. We all want to have our time in the sun but the steamroller of expectation (work, commitment, time) is always pressing down on our few moments of peace. As Bodtorf escapes the city life for the country, the album distances itself from its earlier horrors and blossoms into zen. Rather than a metaphor, it allows us to live in that picture inside our head. But the cassette’s finale serves as an ominous reminder that behind every rock and around every trunk is our dread waiting to reclaim us. Enjoy the weekend because the weekdays are ganging up.
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