When I listen to the Intelligence, its like trying to keep up with a schizophrenic dude trying to explain to you why he's the only truly free person in the world; it doesn't make much sense but you know there's something valuable in what he's saying. Within that clatter of harsh guitar chords, absurd licks, and synthed out bass, ex A Frames, Lars Finberg nonchalantly speaks the poetry of the apocalypse. Think Stephen Malkimus but sillier and on more drugs.
Males is the Intelligence's most recent venture, and is a turning point for the band in many ways. The sound is crystal clear and very well produced, and for the first time finds Finberg utilizing his live band rather than recording all the instruments by his lonesome self. There are some reworking of old songs (The Universe, Like Like Like Like Like), but the album finds itself mostly wrapped in new material. Highlights include "Sailor Puke", "The Universe", "White Corvette", and "Males".
I'll leave you with this... hands down, the most impressive quality about the Intelligence is this... Lars Finberg strings the PERFECT words together, in an idiosyncratic manner, and manages to get it stuck in your head. TRUST ME
"Winter jingles, Winter abyss//Endless bummer surf's up Christmas fits"
-Amir
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