Pit Er Pat
Wed July 20
320 SE 2nd Ave

Despite the fact that it very well may be the most journalistic jerk-off description of a record I've ever written, I ask you to kindly bear with me through the sentence that follows, as I can't seem to find a better way to put this. Ready? Alright, here goes nothing: Listening to Shakey--the full length, Thrill Jockey debut by Pit Er Pat--is a little like struggling to absorb a captivating conversation as your eyelids drowsily anticipate dawn's impending light. Pardon me while I throw up in my mouth.

Alright, I'm back. The Chicago trio of Fay Davis-Jeffers, Rob Doran, and Butchy Fuego chart a heaving, beautifully melancholy course with a sparse instrumental line-up of electric piano, bass, and percussion. Considering their instrumentation, it's little surprise that Pit Er Pat are thoughtfully rhythm-heavy, comfortably carrying the sound of Chicago's long-touted indie Rhythm Nation as much as they sonically channel the stark, shadowy corners of Blonde Redhead. And yet, on record at least, Pit Er Pat sounds somehow strangely languid in their drive--the stark repetition of their stuttering cadences, compelling and beautiful as they are, made almost tepid by the band's relentlessly consistent textures. Opening briskly with the gypsy triumphs of "Bird" and "Scared Sorry," Shakey doesn't so much decline as it maintains--a sameness that makes the consistently interesting record difficult to… well, maintain my interest. Still, the record's consistent quality has kept me coming back to it again and again--fighting a sort of uphill battle with my own attention span.