Recorded in a week in a small studio in Benton Harbor, Michigan, Protomartyr‘s third album, The Agent Intellect, is almost bursting at the seams with powerful energy.
Opening cut “The Devil in His Youth” feels almost like an early New Order track with its urgent guitars from Greg Ahee. His riffs on “Cowards Starve” take on a slight shoegaze touch as Joe Casey sings about the dangers of social pressures (“If you think about them all of the time, you’re gonna find that your head’s been kicked in.”). I once read a YouTube comment that described Protomartyr as “Three guys playing post-punk riffs, and a guy with some cans of beer in his pocket walks onstage and just starts talking, and band keeps playing.” That’s not a bad little description of their live shows, and not a bad description of the sound of “I Forgive You.”
“Boyce or Boice” seems to be a tale of coming to grips with aging and past sins. Then again, “There’s no use bein’ sad about it. What’s the point of cryin’ about it?” Casey chants on “Pontiac 87,” perhaps the most post-punk track on the record (judging from Scott Davidson‘s bass riff alone). “Uncle Mother’s” guitar fuzz is quite good, and I like the way it’s complimented with a slight distortion of Casey’s vocals. “Dope Cloud” is hazy, yet a bit frantic (a style that Protomartyr can pull off seemingly without effort).
“The Hermit” catches you off-guard with its soft start before Alex Leonard unleashes his drums and the rest of the band almost scrambles to keep up with him. “Clandestine Time” sounds like an out of control clock with its weird beats, Leonard’s cymbal crashes, Davidson’s bass notes that sound like heavy bells, and Ahee’s guitar acting as the whirling gears within it. Casey’s voice is the alarm.
The trembling beats of “Why Does It Shake?” match the simmering panic in Casey’s lyrics about trying to hold onto sanity while the U.S. (in 2015) was on the verge of madness as it approached an election that would turn the country upside-down. Casey’s vocals are pulled back (in terms of volume, not depth) on “Ellen,” while his bandmates move forward in a track about waiting for a love that might not ever show up. The closer, “Feast of Stephen,” has, as far as I can tell, nothing to do with Christmas and everything to do with big riffs and vocals that bounce off the walls behind you and flatten you twice.
It’s a record you can get lost in and probably find different nuances in the instruments and meaning in the vocals every time you hear it. Not many bands can do that. Then again, not every band is Protomartyr either.
Keep your mind open.
