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Recording:
  Maps of the Saints  
 
Artist:
  Kid Icarus  
 
Label:
  Summersteps  
 
Release Date:
  2003  
 
Reviewed by:
  Mr Pharmacist  
         
 
Rating:
   
         
 
Review:
 

Thereís something magical in that rickety, lo-fi sound. Maybe itís the intimacy of almost eavesdropping on the sock-strewn bedroom where the songs were dreamed up. Maybe it brings us all closer to vicariously sharing the dream of making music thatís personal. It could just be that, for many of us, the listening to and/or making of music is the closest we come to sharing and experiencing the things we really feel. Donít get me wrong, this re-released Kid Icarus recording ainít four-track fuzzy or muffled like a guy singing under cardboard. Still, while nobodyís going to confuse the Kid with E.L.O., Map of the Saints has a worn, comfortable feel only non-produced, often four-track basement-born music provides.

And comfortable it should be. First conceived in 1998 and 1999 by one-man band Eric Schlittler (say that five times fast!) and originally released in 1999, this version of Maps of the Saints is released on Summersteps Records and includes fourteen tunes or near-tunes of stylistic variety and varied influence. Now pared down to forty-five instead of its original sixty minutes, these songs have been worn in. In fact, a few mistakes or false starts are left in to help.

Diving into the thing, the variety is most notable. Iím left with a real Guided By Voices feel with its adherence to scruffy song structure and idiosyncratic lyrics. A sixties psychedelic vibe is present, too. Also, Mr. Schlittler has a few bands on the Flying Nun label in his record collection, Iíd wager.

Melodies, often of the fragile sort, try their best to find a home in your head. Minimal musicianship, often with Schlittler on acoustic guitar, distortion and a little feedback either help or hinder the home-making. Itís often drumless, with an extra guitar and, as spice, a duet or two with the woman who drew the album cover. Some birds make an appearance on one tune. Lyrically, songs seem to focus on the time-honored subject of relationships, experiences about which only Schlittler really knows for sure and, on one occasion, reading Kafka.

Probably, the albumís greatest strengths lie in the composition and textures Schlittler weaves together. His use of dissonance adds an emotional depth and tension. Clearly, Schlittler has spent many a night on the bedroom floor listening and losing himself in music. He brings the fruits of that experience into the music he makes. The final track, called Pieces on a Board, is a good example of what he does so right. The melody is newborn and struggling to live. The guitar has a weary fuzz to it. The song closes with the whole thing breaking down. Thereís a drama to things like this that invites the listener to insert the tragedy of his choice and feel.

What weaknesses there are to be found in Maps of the Saints depend largely on oneís tolerance for the genre in which Schlittler thrives. Thereís no small sense of underachievement in songs that feel like one-takes that may have been spontaneously created in the moment. A little self indulgence, at least in the often overly self-referential, can be a put-off for some. Others might find that what appears quaint and intimate to one discriminating listener is unbearably amateurish to another. Melodies that threaten to unravel or are ephemeral might also trouble a listener or two, mainly because the unpolished and unwashed are too often ignored or avoided before their charms are allowed to show through.

Quibbles or prejudices aside, as an album, Maps of the Saints is well worth seeking out and experiencing repeatedly. Schlittler has an innate sense of song craft, a good compositional sense, and a mighty fine record collection. Heck, the back of the album mentions Captain Beefheart and Keiji Haino. With that kind of musical taste, this guy should be President.

 
         
 
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