

Tally All The Things You Broke EP (12" Vinyl)
Tally All The Things That You Broke is far more than a stopgap in between full-lengths; itās the sound of Parquet Courts stretching out. Opener āYouāve Got Me Wonderinā Now,ā with its melodic drive and persistent Flutophone running alongside the melody, balances the manic tendencies of āDescend (The Way),ā which would have fit on Light Up Gold, and extended rager āThe More It Works,ā which would fit in a live set between Tyvek and Eddy Current Suppression Ring. āFall On Yr Faceā presents a classic desert trawler, lopsided and tuneful, the sound of the end of a long day. But the day is just beginning for the protagonist of āHeās Seeinā Paths,ā junkyard drum loops and doorbell samples framing Andrew Savageās eight-minute stream-of-consciousness rap about the trials and tribulations of a marijuana delivery service representative, zipping around the city on his bike. Simultaneously the link between Parquet Courts and Ween, or Parquet Courts and Beck, it frames the band coming from
a new place, and is a post-millennial NYC anthem, quintessential sounds for anyone whoās ever waited in anticipation of dialling that number, or anyone whoās put on their game face and rode from point A to point B in the snarl of vicious traffic.
Parquet Courts remain Austin Brown, A. Savage, Sean Yeaton and M. Savage. They sound like all the bands you think they sound like. Theyāve toured everywhere this year and will continue to do so.
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Tally All The Things That You Broke is far more than a stopgap in between full-lengths; itās the sound of Parquet Courts stretching out. Opener āYouāve Got Me Wonderinā Now,ā with its melodic drive and persistent Flutophone running alongside the melody, balances the manic tendencies of āDescend (The Way),ā which would have fit on Light Up Gold, and extended rager āThe More It Works,ā which would fit in a live set between Tyvek and Eddy Current Suppression Ring. āFall On Yr Faceā presents a classic desert trawler, lopsided and tuneful, the sound of the end of a long day. But the day is just beginning for the protagonist of āHeās Seeinā Paths,ā junkyard drum loops and doorbell samples framing Andrew Savageās eight-minute stream-of-consciousness rap about the trials and tribulations of a marijuana delivery service representative, zipping around the city on his bike. Simultaneously the link between Parquet Courts and Ween, or Parquet Courts and Beck, it frames the band coming from
a new place, and is a post-millennial NYC anthem, quintessential sounds for anyone whoās ever waited in anticipation of dialling that number, or anyone whoās put on their game face and rode from point A to point B in the snarl of vicious traffic.
Parquet Courts remain Austin Brown, A. Savage, Sean Yeaton and M. Savage. They sound like all the bands you think they sound like. Theyāve toured everywhere this year and will continue to do so.
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