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At Devil Dirt, Chapter II: Vulgo Gratissimus Auctor: Tonal Intonations

Posted in Reviews on November 8th, 2012 by JJ Koczan

The Latin subtitle for the second album from Chilean guitar/drum duo At Devil Dirt, Vulgo Gratissimus Auctor, translates according to the interwebs to “most popular author.” What this phrase might have to do with the Corvus Discos release of Chapter II itself, I’m not sure, but the thick-toned Santiago twosome make a strong case for the bestseller list all the same. Listening to the new 11-track collection doesn’t pack the same kind of surprise as did the first run through their 2011 self-titled debut (review here), if only because that album did so well to establish At Devil Dirt’s tidal-fuzz methodology, but Chapter II: Vulgo Gratissimus Auctor satisfies thoroughly nonetheless, growing the melodic vocal style of guitarist Néstor “Gato” Ayala and presenting a number of developmental changes both superficial and aesthetic. Primary on the surface is the fact that at 47:38, Chapter II is 12 minutes longer than was its predecessor, and with one less track, the obvious conclusion to draw is that Ayala and drummer Francisco “Hongo” Alvarado are riding their parts out longer, increasing the average length of the songs. That’s true. Where eight of the tracks on At Devil Dirt were under three minutes long last time, only “Peel” qualifies this time around – though a couple others are close. The long songs are also longer – mid-album highlight “Let it Flow” tops seven minutes, and opener “I am an Ugly Skin” six and a half – both longer than anything At Devil Dirt has attempted to date. As those two tracks are some of the best on Chapter II, I feel comfortable calling the experiment a success, though there are places on the album where the wash of low end in Ayala’s guitar tone – the self-producing outfit does not use a bass and makes a point to say so – seems to be straining at the weight of its monolithic largesse. Offsetting that is largely the responsibility of the vocals, which are gorgeous layers of psychedelic melody, such that even the titular proclamation of “I am an Ugly Skin” seems somewhat less believable by the sheer prettiness of its delivery.

Also of note for anyone who may have heard the first record – or even if you didn’t, I suppose – is that none of the tracks on Chapter II is sung in Spanish. The catchy hooks that make standouts of “I Walk Aimlessly,” “Better the Devil You Know than the Devil You Don’t Know,” “Let it Flow” and “I Said Goddamn” are all in English, and while most of the self-titled was as well, the shift is nonetheless noteworthy. That doesn’t stop it from being or at least sounding personal lyrically – three of the song titles also start with “I” – and though “I am an Ugly Skin” is given a surprisingly abrasive intro of feedback and screams, once the song itself actually starts, it’s a mid-paced lolling groove that sets the tone well for much of what At Devil Dirt have on offer with the album. Moods vary somewhat throughout, but Ayala’s tone remains consistent across the board, and that’s a good thing. While I wonder at various points what a bass might add to the dynamic between the guitar and Alvarado’s similarly-hefted crash and periodic show of bluesy swagger, At Devil Dirt want nothing for thickness. Shorter tracks like second cut “Don’t be Afraid” (3:06) or the later “Lie to Me” (3:26), “Peel” (2:03), and “I Said Goddamn” (3:09) run a faster tempo, and while one might think the overwhelming heaviness of the guitar would be best suited to sluggish stoner groove, on “Peel” the effect is like elephants running. Additionally, as much focus is by the nature of the material and the recording going to be on the guitar sound – the tone is just that good; it can’t be ignored as a defining element of the listening experience – periodic landmark choruses and the depths of arrangement and layering in the vocals show At Devil Dirt aren’t solely relying on riffs and fuzz to carry across their ideas. “Better the Devil You Know than the Devil You Don’t Know” beefs up an early High on Fire thrust, but the sweetness of the melody makes the track even more memorable, and with the upbeat, brighter mood of “Let it Flow,” At Devil Dirt touch on heavy psychedelic pop in a way that few desert rock bands dare, and do it brilliantly, marrying harmonies and fullness of sound with a grace that makes one wonder how they ever became viewed as separate ideas to start with. On a single-song level, it is their best work to date.

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At Devil Dirt, At Devil Dirt: Into the Depths of Tone

Posted in Reviews on June 28th, 2011 by JJ Koczan

Before I took a minute to look at the digipak liner of Chilean groovers At Devil Dirt’s self-titled Corvus Discos debut, I listened to the record just to get a feel for the songs and said to myself at more than one point, “Ah, okay, another bass and drum duo.” Already in my head I was making comparisons to the likes of Om and Olde Growth, trying to place the Santiago twosome in between them somehow, maybe taking the ritual from one and the rock from the other. But then I went ahead and translated the line “En este álbum no fueron grabadas pistas de bajo,” and discovered that, contrary to (nearly) every impression the 12 cuts on At Devil Dirt give, there’s no bass anywhere on the record. Guitarist Néstor Ayala (also vocals) runs his guitar through a bass rig, sure enough, and the tone of it, the rich low end, was enough to fool me. On a track like “Mar Gris,” he and drummer Francisco Alvarado are the consummate rhythm section, and as there are so few parts where higher register guitar notes are used, I just assumed it wasn’t there my first couple times through. Immediate kudos there.

Another surprise came in the form of Ayala’s vocals, which proffer an unexpected melodicism and add a psychedelic feel to many of the tracks with a wide range and varied clean approach. Four of the 12 songs are sung in English and the rest in Spanish, and in either language, Ayala manages to bring forth catchy hooks and memorable lines, whether it’s the uptempo earlier cut “Rockanrolla” or the Soundgarden-esque chorus of “No Pude Ver el Sol.” It’s a contrast between the vocals and the guitar playing out across the material, but it works really well right from opener “No Puedo Mas,” and At Devil Dirt manage to make their sonic heft an effective backdrop for Ayala’s vocal layering, as on “You Know It,” where I was actually missing a guitar for thinking these were bass tracks, wondering what playful Josh Homme-style lead flourishes might sound like over Alvarado’s hi-hat work in the verses, which reminded of Queens of the Stone Age’s Songs for the Deaf. Likewise, on the more drum-driven “She’s Not Mine,” Ayala plays up the “Tomorrow Never Knows” frenetic rhythm with a one-man call and response that leads into one of At Devil Dirt’s most infectious choruses.

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