the weekendist
look! a wolf

The Weekendist PCR039

1. the weekendist (11.19)
2. disenchanted people shout huh, whatever (10.49)
3. the fucked mechanical (13.21)
4. my radio controlled tank plan (11.33)
5. look! a wolf (10.34)

(As usual, you can find lots of lovely Tina artwork if you limber up your clicking fingers and work that pointer over the relevant links, being as they are in this case; front cover, inside and back cover).

2007 has been an intriguing year thus far for Enough Rope; this is the fourth record proper of the year and with each of them so far having taken a distinctive tack, this is no different in being different, if you get my meaning. Whereas 'One Mistake...' was a fairly straightahead thing, this returns to a similar kind of blueprint to 2005's 'Ghost Band', inasmuch as the songs are mostly long (all over ten minutes) and with pretty fluid structures.

So it begins with the woozy 'The Weekendist', which is the most languid and sleepy thing on here, with lots of trippy psych-guitar and shit (6.24 is one of the nicest bits ever). Use this to fall asleep to under the stars. You tramp. 'Disenchanted People...' has a couple of lumbering bassy bits surrounding some frantic fingerpicking; in my head that bit is James Blackshaw/John Fahey/Jack Rose, but in reality it's not (more of those influences on the next record though...).

'The Fucked Mechanical' is almost a total triumph, save for the appropriately, er, fucked ending, where the rock maybe gets a little too beefy for your speakers and may cause some crackling in a bad way. Still, it's more than worth it for the off-time hook of a riff at the start, even if I do say so myself. 'My Radio Controlled Tank Plan' is in honour of the short-lived ER splinter band of the same name (comeback not necessarily off the cards). Finally we have my favourite, which is 'Look! A Wolf!', which similar to 05's 'New Product' relentlessly plugs away through webs of guitar to a sticky climax. And relax.

All this, as far as I can recall, was recorded in C-E-C-G-G-C tuning, which I either invented or copied from someone. You should go around telling people I invented it.