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Distant Thunder of the Sacred Force
Abner Trio
Distant Thunder of the Sacred Force
Genres: Alternative Rock, Pop, Rock
 
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"Comprised of some talented folks whose other projects include Melk the G6-49 and Manners for Husbands, Abner Trio transposes quick frenetic indie rock tunes. Lyrically, it's psychedelic and mortifyingly bizarre. The ba...  more »

     
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All Artists: Abner Trio
Title: Distant Thunder of the Sacred Force
Members Wishing: 0
Total Copies: 0
Label: Joyful Noise Records
Original Release Date: 1/1/2006
Re-Release Date: 1/24/2006
Genres: Alternative Rock, Pop, Rock
Style: Indie & Lo-Fi
Number of Discs: 1
SwapaCD Credits: 1
UPC: 656605896526

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Album Description
"Comprised of some talented folks whose other projects include Melk the G6-49 and Manners for Husbands, Abner Trio transposes quick frenetic indie rock tunes. Lyrically, it's psychedelic and mortifyingly bizarre. The backing music is compositionally solid but never holds anything concrete for more than these fellas attention deficits will allow. I'm a big fan of time-signature-changing post-rock indie weirdness, and these guys deliver the goods with the biggest bow tie and odd wrapping I've ever had the pleasure of witnessing." - SMOTHER Product Description The abNER-Trio's new album puts the `NERT' back in the grim iNERTia of our collective doom! The Abner Trio is composed of some of the most formidable talent in the geographical region, and its sound is a surprising recombinant mutation of their respective abilities. It's like nothing any of them have done before. It's more like something they're doing NOW. The Indianapolis based group is comprised of Clinton Hughey, the melodic-indiedream-rock guitarist of Manners For Husbands, Karl Hofstetter, the deafening and horrifying drummer of Melk the G6-49, and scarecrow-skinny old-testament prophet Daniel Paquette on bass. Hughey's hypnopompic melodies, Paquette's clairvoyant lyrics, and Hofstetter's idiot-savant drumming all add up to grind-folk/sleep-soaked/mystic-schizophrenic-post-monastic-trance-rock album of the year. Paquette's lyrics have a childish intelligence, a juvenile sensitivity to the perilous exigencies of the human conditions. The drums follow an unconscious geometry squeezed into a hopscotch sidewalk-chalk pattern of time-signatures and scene-changes. The guitar sounds like a Situationist analysis of po'white-trash/hobo-chic. The whole album is kind of a hybrid wedding of down-home bluesy strumming, and hyper-conceptual French postmodernism. This will all make sense when you hear it, we promise.