Fresh off the announcement of the band’s latest record, Angel Guts: Red Classroom, Xiu Xiu is excited to announce a new North American tour for 2014. Beginning and ending in California, the continent-spanning tour finds Xiu Xiu stopping in New York, Chicago, Atlanta, Los Angeles, and more. Full tour dates above.
While on the road, Xiu Xiu will be supporting their upcoming record, Angel Guts: Red Classroom, out February 4th on Polyvinyl in North America and Bella Union in Europe. Listen to the first single “Stupid in the Dark” above. The album comes on the heels of NINA, Xiu Xiu’s collection of Nina Simone covers, out this week on Graveface Records.
Angel Guts: Red Classroom is the beginning of Xiu Xiu’s descent from grayness into the deepest blackness endurable. It is the sound of Xiu Xiu’s death. This is a bold proposition, even for a band that has never so much pushed the envelope as pulled it (forcefully) away from the line other musicians are willing to toe. And now, in what is unquestionably their darkest hour, Xiu Xiu have lit the envelope on fire and are using it as a torch to light the path ahead.
Having spent the previous four years living in North Carolina, primary songwriter Jamie Stewart relocated to Los Angeles, moving blindly into a neighborhood whose notoriously dangerous reputation was unknown to him.
A park divided among four gangs, a lake routinely dragged for bodies, a building wherein two infant skeletons were recently uncovered — the aura of his new home bleeds into every pore of the album, each lyric and note bearing traces of its essence: the terrible beauty, the despair, the violence, the ultra humanity, the uncertainty.
“I know to a degree I must have romanticized it,” Stewart admits, “But when it’s not safe to go out at night, what else can one?”
Romanticized is hardly the word anyone other than Stewart would use. Like its namesake, a Japanese erotic noir film, Angel Guts: Red Classroom is as radical as it is inventive. The subject matter — racialized sex, double suicide, double penetration, criminality, fear of physical harm — is unsuitable for the faint of heart. But when the heart has stopped beating, only the soul remains to carry on. And here, Stewart transcribes his without boundaries.
“Your face is down alone / On your desk / At the end of the city / You were squashed into / There is no one you love.” So begins the first verse of the album.
In the wrong hands, such topics could be rendered as far-fetched fantasies. But Stewart’s evocative vocals lend his provocative lyrics the balance they need, grounding them in a stark realism that forces us to acknowledge their existence, even confront them (as discomforting as that is).
Unsettling, too, is the music. Working with only analog synths, drum set, and 1970’s analog drum machines, Xiu Xiu has never before sounded so focused, so captivating, so intent on delivering a kick to the throat.