Our Color Green (The Singles)
01 January 2011
by Andy Parker
With hiatus-after-hiatus, mixed-up side projects, debilitating health issues and quite frankly two of the hugest egos on the planet, Glassjaw are finally gearing up for the eventual release of the ‘much awaited’ new album later in 2011. Before that though, Glassjaw (well, Daryl Palumbo, Justin Beck and 2 others) have decided to released this digital EP of non-album singles.
Last year’s Hevy Festival actually saw Glassjaw’s vocalist Daryl Palumbo manage to get a cab to the airport, get on a plane, presumably another cab and turn up at a gig! I’m not an ignoramus – Crohn’s Disease is no laughing matter, but the guy has canceled more shows than ITVs board of directors in recent years, so you can imagine the disappointment to hear 100s of accounts of him being woefully poor for the entire set. Well the good news is, for those already disappointed by that performance and a few others the band managed last year, expectations can’t get any lower right!?
If you’re the sort of person who writes something off after 30 seconds of track one then you’ll find yourself on rocky ground during opener, ‘All Good Junkies Go To Heaven’. Sounding like Depeche Mode covering Ape Dos Mil run through a post-Full Collapse Thursday filter pedal, it is very much a warm up act. ‘Jesus Glue’ snakes around with a real southern sound, a lot latin tempos and some very raw guitar sounds. Things are very much going somewhere but we don’t quite know where.
‘Natural Born Farmer’ just keeps punching at your face and then stroking it with a satin glove, a true GJ trick of old with the drums constantly driving even when everything else has dropped out, it feels jagged and yet poppy. ‘Stars’ has that math edge. The guitars have a nice stripped sound and flit into their signature Glassjaw jazz riffs followed by throttled out chug and then suddenly – Holy shit! – someone let him out the gate! Palumbo finally turns up rasping out the same bile pushing cacophony that made my hair stand on its end the first time you watched him cough up a lung at the end of ‘When One Eight Becomes Two Zeros’.
Watch Glassjaw doing a live rehearsal of ‘You Think You’re (John Fucking Lennon)’:
After the brash run in with the previous track, the EP’s closer ‘You Think You’re (John Fucking Lennon)’, lets your ears get all comfy with a 1:30 of low level ambiance as drums start to massage your temples. It moves on down your neck, across those knotted shoulders….mmmm, feels good doesn’t it? It slowly starts working down your spine, lower….lower….lowerrrrrrrrr….just a little bit to the left….NO! NO! NO! Too late, it’s grabbed your Tom, Dick and your Harry and the last thing you see is the glimmer of light of the surgical blade as the entire lot is snipped off and then continually bounced in your face.
This is exactly the thing that shattered so many people when Glassjaw first arrived. It’s songs like this that remind you of just why Glassjaw have had an almost-worrying cult following from the off. Maybe they’ll be back to ruling the roost in 2011 after all.
Sounds Like: Will Haven, Fall of Troy, Deftones
Top Tracks: You Think You’re (John Fucking Lennon)
Glassjaw – Our Colour Green (The Singles) tracklisting:
All Good Junkies Go To Heavan
Naural Born Farmer
You Think You’re (John Fucking Lennon)