Brother JT, aka John Terlesky has been exploring psychedelic music for years by way of ace underground labels like Siltbreeze and Drag City. He's still at it though and this latest opus on Thrill Jockey continues melting his love for classic songwriting with a more out there approach to garagey psych.
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Tornado Juice? No, see, I just reviewed the Guided By Voices record, so. I don’t. Understand. Okay, well, using similarly ludicrous madlib blurt for his album title, Brother JT offers a kinda cheeky and never quite serious replication of rock -- maybe country, sometimes synth, occasionally fuzzy, it’s mostly just laid back and archetypically chillaxed.
‘Classic songwriting’ is the order of the day, as solos reduce to mere licks and lyrics detail wakin’ up, havin’ coffee and drivin’ around town -- “maybe write a pop song”, he sings, after his list of lazy tasks, over a fuzzy backdrop that suggests the whole thing came together by magic beneath his sleepy fringe. “It just don’t matter no more!”, he sings over a squealing riff, before describing how he likes to eat Kettle Chips -- this guy’s life is easy and it’s also branded.
The psych pop tinges that drive this record feel familiar and breezy, often coalescing into a bit of summer loveliness: “Mississippi Somethin’” is jangle and strum that goes nowhere fast while staring into the sun. His voice, husky and sleepy, suggests a pre-eminent cool that explains away any problem, any melancholy and any meaning; his sleek guitar work brushes it all away. Just a record of good times Kurt Vile hasn’t got around to having yet, really.
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