Mothers

Render Another Ugly Method

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Sep 11, 2018 Issue #64 -  Kamasi Washington Bookmark and Share


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If you missed the Mothers hype two years ago, chances are you forgot that Athens' biggest deal in the blogosphere existed. No problem: these slowcore web-weavers aren't even the same band anymore. Where the debut traipsed along on eggshells with Kristin Leschper's perennially defeated poetry and tiny guitars, Render Another Ugly Method wraps her in opaque funeral shrouds. The band heaves through songs like "Baptist Trauma" and "Mutual Agreement" with deliberate consternation, as if Leschper's monotone dialogues weigh tons. "Mother and Wife" is even a literal dirge, a Leonard Cohen-esque slab where our protagonist surrenders to the inevitable: "the bed I was born in/the mattress I could die with."

Granted, while Leschper draws out every last word, the rest of Mothers don't drag their feet the entire time. The clear winner, 7-minute opus "Pink," batters down your stereo like Bauhaus covering Brian Eno; "Blame Kit" tiptoes from complex clockwork to ballerina stances. But even then, Leschper remains a difficult front-person to lovethroughout Render Another Ugly Method, she fixates on transcending her own body, with the implied assumption that being female is some sort of curse. "Show me a beauty routine/to erase me completely," she moans on opener "Beauty Routine," as if makeup weren't a form of self-expression. Just parsing out Leschper's point at any given time feels like a scum-scrubbing chore. And it isfor, in the end, Render Another Ugly Method is merely the calcified misery of a young woman who can't reach outside herself. (www.mothers.bandcamp.com)

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wom taits
September 13th 2018
11:57pm

the sort of criticism i see from those who love being writers but have been forced for whatever reason to write about music. you make no sense. you argue her lyrics are difficult to parse, and then seem to scold her for thinking a certain (apparently offensive) way about what it is to be female. how does this justify such a low score- by far the lowest on metacritic- when there is so little actual criticism? where is the actual discussion of why the music fails? you should read other critics and recognize that this isn’t a playground for you to work on your prose. you should also remove your own biases from the equation. these are habits music critics worth their salt have learned in their early twenties at the absolute latest.