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From Scratch
Trio's latest rebuilds rock 'n' roll one note, one beat at a time
By Noel Murray
MARCH 15, 1999:
Keep it Like a Secret, the latest album from Idaho-based modern
rockers Built to Spill, doesn't open with a song so much as a series of
fleeting musical impulses. It kicks off with a low strum, followed by a
quiet jangle, and then bandleader Doug Martsch--who has one of those high,
sweetly nasal voices that sounds multitracked even when it isn't--starts
commenting laconically about "The Plan." (It keeps coming up, he sings, and
it means nothing, and it stays the same.)
By the second line, Martsch has cranked up the volume on his guitar,
letting out a hot, fluid burst of one-note picking, but it doesn't last.
The song breaks suddenly into what passes for a chorus--a wordless
half-riff snaking around a rhythm that shifts abruptly from slow four-four
to rapid rat-a-tats.
Listening to "The Plan" is like hearing a group of musicians create a
song off the tops of their heads--building it up one note, one drumbeat at
a time, and changing directions on a whim. It's as if the band had tossed
out the rulebook of contemporary popular music, which requires artists
either to be devotees of a certain style or movement, or to bounce between
genres like dilettantes. But the oddball construction of "The Plan" is
nothing new to Built to Spill, though the casual drift of instrumentation
is--a response, perhaps, to the tightness of the trio's previous
recordings.
The last Built to Spill album, the near-masterpiece Perfect From now
on., was completely in the can in a minimal, three-man-band version
when Martsch decided he wasn't happy with the scaled-down scope. He brought
in an army of friends, dressed up the arrangements, adding mellotron and
strings, and rerecorded the whole thing. Then someone lost the master
tapes, and the whole group had to be brought back in to record the album a
third time. The result was a well-thought-out, finely crafted piece of
music, full of ambition and sweat.
Built to Spill--now back to a three-piece--have approached Keep it
Like a Secret with a more relaxed attitude. After "The Plan," the album
proceeds with variations on that opening theme--namely, songs that sound
like cobbled-together excerpts from longer jams. "Center of the Universe,"
for example, is essentially one big hook--it takes a full verse to complete
the main melody. The escalating rave-up "Sidewalk" is an exercise in
stripped-down power-pop, accentuated by brief, nonsensical lyrics. "You
Were Right" sounds epic in scope, with crashing drums and bombastic lead
guitar, until Martsch turns the song into a joke (or perhaps an homage) by
quoting a string of classic rock lyrics.
Even when they're not muscling up their sound, Built to Spill maintain a
spirit of adventure. The lovely twins "Else" and "Temporarily Blind" both
start in medias res, with pulsing bass setting a rhythmic foundation
from which Martsch works subtle variations. In contrast to the more
turbulent parts of the record, these two tracks float like kites in a
gentle, twisting wind. The cumulative force of all these fragmented,
free-floating moments of tunefulness is to keep the listener in a constant
state of anticipation, excited about what may come next (even if it's a
misguided thudder like "Bad Light" or "Broken Chairs").
To that end, the album's highlight--and maybe the best BTS song to
date--is "Carry the Zero." Buoyed by short, light arcs of slide guitar, the
track begins as an exhausted complaint directed toward a self-absorbed
friend. But it doesn't really take off until the coda, when Martsch gooses
his sidemen to jack up the tempo a hair as he delivers a series of
sing-songy riffs. Despite the nasty tone of the lyrics, the final minute of
"Carry the Zero" is the sound of a band having a blast, playing with their
considerable power of expression--they're cutting loose, too full of joy to
get bogged down by the hassle of jerky people. The song fades too quickly,
but I like to imagine that somewhere in hyper-time, Built to Spill play on,
unwilling to stop a good thing while it's going.

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