Intelligence - Crepuscule With Pac-man

RIYL = Liars, The Hospitals, The A Frames . Previous albums have been on the US In The Red label and the band release this album at the same time as another new album “Fake Surfers” on In The Red!!. In order to sonically lay it down sideways for you, Lars Finberg, the lo-fi dandy of West Seattle, locked his front door and pressed the record button on his favorite eight-track machine and made ten songs that could be either ecclesiastic alien probes, Hank Williams going electro-slash, or John Lennon making friends with a video game. Finberg, you'll probably want to know, is the Battlestar Galactica-esque drummer of the A-Frames, and while the programmed beats he's employed herein are reminiscent of that band?s post-punk heroics, their digital drag and slur render them feathers of an entirely different bird. Lyrically, our post-pop sarcastic Snoop Dog-substitute slays us best on the album?s standout track, "Telephone Wires", rhyming "telephone wires/connecting the liars/directly to fires/that never get tired" and on and on and on. And while it should be said that Finberg, in his sequestered 8-track sanctuary, teems with true talent, it simply has to be said that the band he has collected in the wake of these recordings are veritable toolboxes of the stuff. Members of A-Frames, Pyramids, and Thee Flying Dutchmen join Finberg in his live recitations of this stuff, and it only gets way, way better.. So now that you've had some time to floss your brain with the combo of our generation and simultaneously spin this little Ritz of a cracker in your Discman, we're sure you'll agree that terror is indeed boring and boredom is indeed terrifying. And the Intelligence are your new People magazine. //  “In Crepescule WIth Pacman, Finberg finds a technical sheen for the abrasion and bluntness of the A-Frames. A meeting of the Swell Maps and Wire, circa-1977 results. Psychedelic, bitter, and lethargic, this album is not necessarily an easy listen. In contrast to the bouncier Fake Surfers, Crepsecule Wth Pacman is a less approachable endeavor. The extra effort on the listener’s part is worth it; Crepsucule is a much more rewarding work than Fake Surfers. And like the band name suggests, Finberg must be smart – or at least trying to impress the filthy French – because I had to look up “crepuscule.” Buddyhead.

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