Alex Delivery’s, “Star Destroyer,” opens with a track called, “Komad.” I have no idea what Komad is or means, but it’s a ten-minute space-rock jam that begins with whale-sound feedback trampling Arcade Fire style vocals. The noise never stops, although it does take detours through more industrial territory and also pauses at points long enough for you to have to strain your ears to grasp at faint plicks and clicks.
This is a record that mutates, never seeming to stop—the breaks between cuts are more brief interruptions than signals of a new idea or musical concept. It’s prog/space rock, experimental and rough, symphonic and big. Even bloated. I think rock critics would use the word, “layered,” but after listening to the record I feel overstuffed. My sole complaint is that the vocal tracks are so buried that at points I wondered why they were even there. Perhaps that’s why “Vesna,” an instrumental, was my favorite track.
This is not the kind of thing you can have on in the background, or listen to at a party, but if you’re sitting on your futon in the dark (or staring at black light posters), wondering why God has left you all alone in a vast, uncaring universe, Alex Delivery is perfect. For fans of Pink Floyd and space rock.
Heaven (Talking Heads cover)-Voxtrot
Young Folks Team9 Stereogum Remix-Peter Bjorn and John
The New Rags—Your Room
Louis—My Own Good
The Paper Airplanes—The Fences
The Arctic Monkeys, Stubb’s (Outdoors), Austin, TX – 7 June 2006
- Riot Van-Arctic Monkeys
The View From the Afternoon-Arctic Monkeys
Still Take You Home-Arctic Monkeys
Cigarette Smoker Fiona-Arctic Monkeys
Perhaps Vampire Is A Little Strong/Dancing Shoes-Arctic Monkeys
Who the Fuck Are The-Arctic Monkeys
I Bet You Look Good On The Dancefloor-Arctic Monkeys
Red Light Indicates Doors Are Secured-Arctic Monkeys
From the Ritz to teh Bubble-Arctic Monkeys
Leaving Before The Lights Come On-Arctic Monkeys
Mardy Bum-Arctic Monkeys
When the Sun goes Down-Arctic Monkeys
Fake Tales of SF-Arctic Monkeys
A Certain Romance-Arctic Monkeys