Implodes at Lincoln Hall - Concert preview
As the name suggests, it’s easy to get swallowed up by Implodes. The local outfit doesn’t exist in a vacuum so much as actually create one, shrouded in bottomless layers of delay. What could be blaring into your ears sounds light years away, like shoegaze with the pop sucked out of it.
It’s not exactly what you’d expect from someone sporting the pedigree of cofounder Matt Jencik. Before landing the coveted job of buyer for Reckless Records, Jencik made his bones in Pittsburgh grinding out math-rock in Hurl and Don Caballero, which makes Implodes a remarkable departure for the guitarist. That said, there’s trace evidence of his Steel City past on Implodes’s debut, Black Earth. Namely “Song for Fucking Damon II (Trap Door),” which in all likelihood references notoriously difficult Don Cab drummer Damon Che, though you wouldn’t know it from listening—Jencik’s vocals are completely obfuscated in a listless haze.
The group’s other ax man, drone-weaver Ken Camden, has just as much of a hand in the dense sound, taking cues from his own album, Lethargy & Repercussion, which is more in line with the ambient murk of Implodes. This is the kind of band for which the cassette revival seems completely apropos, so it’s no surprise that its recorded debut arrived on a cartridge from Plustapes. That the new album is even offered as a CD seems odd for an act trying its hardest to soften the corners of each tone. For these guys, high-fidelity would be the equivalent of walking down the street in a banana costume.