On their second release in six years, UK duo Gudewife tap into the chaos of math rock and the serenity of post-rock simultaneously – but most importantly, they bring the sinewy, skyscraping vibes.
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Music that aims to be ‘pretty’ too often mistakes lethargy for warmth. For every good shoegaze band out there, 10 more pop up that copy the genre’s cozy (or cacophonous) ((or both at once)) aesthetics but little-to-none of the craft that goes into making a song memorable. The fuzz, the reverb, the delay are all there – but nothing standout that pushes it over the top. Shoegaze’s first cousin post-rock knows this dilemma all too well, with dozens if not hundreds of bands attempting to push through a woodwork oversaturated with long, ponderous songs that build up, climax, and then dutifully wither away like a regrettable one-night stand. Muchly imitated, very rarely innovated.
So why the long preamble? It’s essential context when analyzing Atoms, Don’t Die, the latest sort-of full-length (27 minutes) from UK’s own Gudewife. Their second release after 2020’s In Liminal Space, the duo, comprising of guitarist Luke Burrows and bassist/drummer Tom Holmes, make unequivocally pretty music – but do so in a way that is as refreshing and exciting as it is wondrous and fanciful. Opening track “Tahrir تحرير” sounds like sped-up Alcest at times, with insistent hi-hat patterns keeping the throttle high while the shimmering guitars layer and ascend and then fall back down to Earth. Spoken word from Palestinian poet and psychologist Hala Alyan crafts an unflinching picture of the ongoing war that, when coupled with the aggressively gorgeous instrumental, creates an unforgettable image:
‘This is what luck is it to survive one bullet for another.
This is Black Water and phosphorus fish.
This is lost electricity.
This is hands muddy from sifting through rubble.
This is hands muddy for anything breathing.‘
By contrast, “Millennial Rot” starts off sounding like an instrumental post-hardcore track, which begins to make sense when the vocals enter – provided by fellow UK post-rock/metal cohorts Pleiades. Singer Andrew Calderbank gives the tune an edge as the guitars twinkle and slither around him. The beat switch around halfway through sounds like something from a latter-day Gojira record with its dramatic guitar tapping. When the riffs and fills from the beginning loop back around for the finale, it feels vital and essential, like a second wind after being pummeled into the ground by the screaming and doomsaying. It’s bloody good stuff.
“Halcyon Collider” is the most straight ahead rocker here, Holmes in particular showing his stuff behind the kit with well-placed ghost notes and odd accents. Compared to most others of the math/post-rock variety, the intensity of the former doesn’t clash with the fragility of the latter; instead, each element elevates the other, and the boiling point of the song doesn’t feel cliched, but earned. “When Silence Forgets Itself” squeezes its alternating 5/8 and 6/8 time signatures for all they’re worth, creating a head-bobbing rhythm such that the less musically nerdy listening to it would likely not notice. When it settles into its mid-paced 12/8 trudge, it brings to mind the contemplative moments that Elder have come to specialize in: brooding, majestic, and captivating.
The closing “Slow Hound” takes what could be a Nothing intro – undistorted guitar plucks, an atmosphere of slight dread – and pairs it with drum and bass-inspired…well, drums and bass. This gives way to a barrage of ideas: riffs in 4, riffs in 6, and what sounds like bells (the xylophone kind, not the church kind) buried in the mix at points. German theoretical physicist Sabine Hossenfelder makes an appearance for some more spoken word, this time on the subject of material death and the continuation of our spirits in the universe: ‘I know it sounds crazy but…It seems that our existence/Actually transcends the passage of time‘. The tremolo guitar that accompanies her musings as the track draws to a close is nothing short of epic in scale, but human at its core. It’s breathtaking songwriting, the kind that makes the listener want to rewind it immediately just to drink in more of the details.
Gudewife have, despite their long absence from the recorded format, delivered an excellent album to reintroduce themselves to the world with. They were wise to include some vocals, because whether they be spoken, sung, or shrieked, it will likely bring in new fans, which in turn will bring the recognition they deserve. Gude job, fellas.
