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AMEN DUNES
Through Donkey Jaw
(Sacred Bones)
"Lower Mind"
"Good Bad Dreams"
The story goes that Amen Dunes' Damon McMahon all but quit music after he shelved a batch of personal recordings to pick up and move to Beijing a few years back. Now, after some of his dusty, bedroom missives came to light on an LP for Locust in 2009 and on an EP for Sacred Bones 2010, McMahon has returned to the States as well as to making new music. And, honestly, I couldn't be happier. Playing like something from a much weirder and much darker Kurt Vile, Amen Dunes' Through Donkey Jaw has some of the best contemporary, outsider music I've heard all year.
The album is not unlike a misty, fever dream, reminiscent of the strange, anxious blues and deep-seeded loneliness that plagued cult artist Tommy Jay and his Tall Tales of Trauma. Though, comparatively, McMahon's production values are greatly improved, the creeping, otherworldly atmosphere prevalent on DIA and Murder Dull Mind hasn't disappeared. Here, it's bleak, dirge-y and completely bewitching, all encapsulated by deliberate, brooding opener "Baba Yaga" and its reverberating, plucked guitar and lamentful erhu -- a Chinese violin -- that matches McMahon's strained, shifting vocals perfectly. In fact, over the entire 50 minutes of Through Donkey Jaw, McMahon subscribes to slow and steady in lieu of upbeat, constantly forgoing buoyancy and optimism for something more emotive and stirring, something you can spend a lot of time with. Taking cues from the Graeme Jefferies/Cakekitchen-era of Flying Nun, McMahon has this ability to create songs that almost break down as you listen: "Swim Up Behind Me," with plucked guitar and faltering synths, is like the equivalent of a fading snapshot and Amen Dunes' fleeting, textural sounds make their home somewhere among folk, psych and noise without exclusively tying itself to any one of them. My only word of caution is that, while I wish I could say the album is all killer no filler, there are one or two tracks where McMahon's off-kilter uneasiness verges on grating. It's just that...it's really easy to ignore it because when McMahon hits the mark, he really nails it. A great release from Brooklyn's forever outré Sacred Bones (Zola Jesus, Gary War). [PG]
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