Spiderland

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By the time the four Kentucky teens who concocted the word “Slint” as a band name released their second album, <i>Spiderland</i>, in early 1991, they’d been broken up for four month. The steely voice of guitarist Brian McMahan had been central to many of the album’s six song, his soft spoken-word passages and fluttering croon serving as the emotional linchpin for these tales of everyday surrealism. But they were just kid, pausing college to risk band life and a fantasy deal with Touch and Go Record. McMahan worried about his future—about how to pay hypothetical family bills while muttering tales of stranded seamen or impromptu roller-coaster rides with fortune-telling carney. He wanted out. But <i>Spiderland</i> would stick with McMahan for life. Few other albums have done more to rearrange the frame of indie rock and suggest new musical frontiers than these 40 moody minutes of worry for the present, flickering with vague hope for what was to come. Its restraint a poignant counterpoint to the maximalism of would-have-been contemporaries like My Bloody Valentine, <i>Spiderland</i>’s explosive power emerged as a touchstone for post-rock institutions like Mogwai and Explosions in the Sky, and post-punk newcomers like black midi. After decades of being imitated and alluded to, <i>Spiderland</i>—with its landmark riff, anecdotal intrigue, and galvanizing catharses—remains nonpareil in reach and resolve. Two years earlier, on the group’s debut album, <i>Tweez</i>, the members of Slint had sounded like the kids they were. Aided and abetted by producer Steve Albini, they bounded around as a madcap post-hardcore band, rambunctious and scattershot. But as the words of Leonard Cohen and the tones of classic country trickled into their collective interest, they began to focus—to scale back until the riffs and the rhythms dovetailed into a tapestry of faint gray. New bassist Todd Brashear was a fount of Americana, his love of deep blues and old rock settling down the band. McMahan and David Pajo briefly became one of music’s most incisive and expressive guitar tandem, and McMahan and drummer Britt Walford would serve as one of its most uncanny vocal duos (again—just briefly). .

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