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"There's a section right after the beginning part where a Casio's playing quite fast and then a piano and a drum kit come in and they play this very hectic, cartoony-sounding thing. And eventually, a couple pianos and an organ come in to play this big chromatic scale going up. And that's meant to indicate that Eleanor has found her sunfish. There's a portion in the song about her sunfish running away after stealing a beer from a party boat, and she's kind of stumbling at first down the lake, trying to sail away...and it's a huge container ship and she's the captain of the container ship. And that's where the story proper picks up."
This is what Matt Friedberger, (evil?) genius of the Fiery Furnaces has to say about the title track to Blueberry Boat, the band's second album. What is the correct response to such a statement? A) "That is the raddest thing I've ever heard, and I can't wait to impress all my friends and shock my co-workers with my newfound insider knowledge." B) "What. The. Fuck?"
If you chose A), you are well on your way to becoming a fully indoctrinated, Kool-Aid-drinking devotee of experimental indie rock brother-sister duo the Fiery Furnaces. And you are not alone. Since its release in July, Blueberry Boat has become one of the most polarizing albums to hit the indie music world this year or any other. And the more the Blenders and the Rolling Stones question Blueberry Boat's warped patchwork-quilt aesthetic, the more hipster music Web sites like Pitchfork Media and PopMatters.com champion it.
But even as both factions engage in the age-old "Is it art or is it crap?" debate (also known as the "I'm hipper than you, nyah nyah" death match), here is the question that usually goes unanswered: Is this album even fun to listen to? It may very well be, but then again, with an album of such dense conceptual layers, whether you enjoy listening to Blueberry Boat may not be the point. Nyah nyah.
The Fiery Furnaces were forged out of years of sibling rivalry, tempered only by joint musical tastes. Musically, they were raised by the Who and a grandmother who plays organ at a Greek Orthodox church. So of course, they moved to Brooklyn and started a band together. While playing small club gigs, the Friedbergers began to hone the messy, idiosyncratic rock songs that constituted their 2002 Rough Trade debut, Gallowsbird's Bark.
"Honed" is perhaps an inappropriate word for that album. Bark is a dizzying smorgasbord of Pete Townshend licks, garage-rock buzz, post-punk strut, country-blues saunter, circus-y chromatic scales, vaudeville-by-way-of-Randy-Newman piano and too many other elements to mention. It seems designed to sound, well, undesigned--or at least spontaneous. Each track, however, is anchored by Eleanor's swaggering alto as it voices nursery-rhyme narratives about her travels, both real and imagined. The album was undoubtedly one of the strangest, boldest crapshoots of that year.
But if Bark is a cluttered collage of sounds, then Blueberry Boat is schizophrenic decoupage. The tracks on Bark were bizarre, they were experimental, they were eccentric--but they were accessible. And they were short. Like a mad scientist with a postmodernism fetish, Boat works up all the quirkiness of Bark into a frothing collection of epic-length (for a rock album) multipart tracks.
The result is at times awe-inspiring, at times difficult, and at times downright infuriating--sometimes all within one song. The opening track, "Quay Cur," begins with dissonant piano chords and ominous, thundering beats that sound like the faceless personification of doom marching ever closer to its prey. Then Eleanor comes in (mirrored by a spooky synth) with a lilting vocal line, singing about a silver locket torn from her neck by a "killick" while she was "canvassing the quayside trying to earn my keep."
Suddenly, the song breaks into a swift sprint, naughty little acoustic and electric guitars jogging alongside Eleanor and Matt as they meet "a looby, a lordant, a lagerhead, lozel, a lungio, [and a] lathback" and then rapidly spin off into a hurricane of nautical references. It's like an alliteration-happy 8-year-old's version of The Odyssey.
But wait. We're not done yet, because Eleanor's infamous Inuit passage (taken from, according to Matt, Richard Huklyut's attempts to transcribe the language in Voyages in Search of the Northwest Passage) is still to come.
And this is the nature of nearly every track on the album, be it 10-plus minutes (like "Quay Cur") or a more conventional three. The record has drawn comparisons to the Who's mini-operas "A Quick One" and "Rael," and Matt definitely lists those pieces as influences. But he also identifies Blueberry Boat as program music, which isn't the same thing as opera and which might be a more apt description of the album.
While opera certainly tells a story, the story is secondary to the grandiose themes and sentiments that puff up the genre into the campy colossus that draws both zeal and disgust. Program music, on the other hand, is about oozing the story out of the music's every pore, from a fleeting piano solo to a recurring melodic motif to the slightest whisper from a snare drum; each sound, whether it's meant to stand for a narrative detail or a character nuance, adds its bit, and, taken as a whole, they flesh out the body and limbs of the story.
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