Nap Eyes’ new album, Thought Rock Fish Scale, comes out February 5, 2016 on Paradise of Bachelors. It’s the follow up to Nap Eyes’ debut, Whine of the Mystic, which was reissued on Paradise of Bachelors earlier this year. The first single is “Mixer”.
There is a short poem by the mystically inclined minimalist poet Robert Lax, the entirety of which comprises this single sentence:
the angel came to him & said
Im sorry, mac, but
we talked it over
& youre going
to have to live
a thousand years
Its delivered as an apologetic aside, a joke (sorry, mac), but this epigrammatic curse carries a weirdly devastating weight. Its not immortality that this blunt angel promisesif you can accept the unfathomable premise, living forever might have its fringe benefits, I guessbut just a millennial attenuation of desire, of pain. In the immortal words of Charlie Brown and Kris Kristofferson, why me?
Its one of several movingly ineffable moments on the album that gathers loved ones and legacies at a cautious if affectionate distance, folding them into carefully articulated but centerless koans. Like the wolf in sheeps clothing in Click Clack, these eight songs are deceptively simple and gentle, almost radical in their purity of intent and populist subject matterthey are, after all, minimalist rock and roll ruminations on family, friends, work, faith, feelings. But Chapmans plainspoken poetry, divested largely of description and rhetoric, renders them enigmatic, oracular, allegorical. So in Stargazer, ennui and indecision are distilled to a base need to be clean and try to control my body / Cause nobody else going to. In Trust, what shrinks call trust issues catalyze somatic paranoia: Somebody look at me / Do I have a glass eyelid? / Do I have a glass forehead? / Can you see through it? And in the shivering, anthemic Lion in Chains, the eponymous beast hangs, heraldic and haunted by hometown nostalgia, above singer and audience alikebut only following a beautifully banal stanza about the hot water heater problems at the laboratory where Nigel works as a biochemist.
Nap Eyes recorded their second album in the crisp daylight of late May 2014, in the living room and screened porch of a seaside family home near Pictou, a small Nova Scotian town whose evocative name derives from the Mikmaq word for explosion. Like all of their recordings to date, the album is framed by a set of severe self-imposed strictures: a mere four days to capture as many songs as possible completely live, with no overdubs, to a temperamental old TEAC four-track ¼ tape recorder. The result is a document pristine in its intentional imperfections.
After the dark, drunken night of Whine of the Mystic (recorded nocturnally in Montreal), Thought Rock Fish Scale brings blinding sunlight and blue horizon to these elemental stories of water, fire, and spirit. Compared with its predecessor, this album is far less concerned with the effects of alcoholexcepting Click Clack, with its admission that Sometimes, drinking, I feel so happy but then / I cant remember why Sometimes, drinking, I dont know my best friend for my best friendand more concerned with negotiating the mornings after, all the hungover or otherwise creaky, tentative new mornings of a life assembled from discrete days.