Xiu Xiu, led by South Bay native and creative genius Jamie Stewart, are one of the most interesting, refreshing, consistently abrasive, and unpredictable bands this side of Death Grips. In some ways, they are to synthpop what Death Grips are to rap–very coarsely a member of the genre, but riding multitudes of innovative and what some might callย ‘inaccessible’ production techniques, combined with an extremely emotional vocalist and a prolific work ethic. Their last effort, 2016โs Xiu Xiu Plays the Music of Twin Peaks, is one of the most beautiful but downright harrowing albums Iโve ever heard, and Iโd highly recommend it to anyone looking for exciting, avant-garde instrumental music (with a few amazing vocal performances thrown in). San Jose’s Xiu Xiu, consisting of Jamie Stewart, Angela Seo, and Shayna Dunkelman, have released 10 LPs alongside 2 cover albums, 5 compilations, 3 EPs, 3 live albums and 1 soundtrack. Forget is the bandโs 10th (!) LP in fifteen years, and while it incorporates some of the elements from Plays the Music of Twin Peaks, the LP also sees the band return to some of their more familiar sonic and lyrical elements. Forget feels like a breakup record, but helmed by a songwriter as tortured and manic as Stewart, the record could potentially be alluding to numerous personal relationships in his life. Perhaps it could even serve as a metaphor for the struggles of others. The songwriting nonetheless sounds pained and personal, as do almost all Xiu Xiu releases. The sonics are still jarring, the structures eerie, off-kilter, unexpected. There are no shortage of surprising, almost jump scare-like moments on Forget and the record holds onto lyrical themes, including learning to forget a bad relationship, and relearning how to not hate oneself after years of emotional abuse. The recordโs opening seconds are perhaps its most off-putting, as Jamie raps in a fast, aggressive voice โYou wanna see it/ you wanna tick it / wanna lick it wanna kiss it you wanna whisper in my ear, bitch?โ โThe Callโ thus rides along at a breakneck pace and Stewart delivers evocative lyrics in his trademark operatic, vibrato-heavy style regarding the desire to be wanted and loved by an emotionally abusive partner, and the rap voice that returns of a chorus of โClap, bitches!โ appears to represent the aggressor. The narrative technique is masterfully employed, but the question with Xiu Xiu is never โcan they be interesting?,โ but always โhow much do these experiments take away from the enjoyment of the record?โ โThe Callโ straddles that line, but I think the lack of a great melody tips it in the wrong direction. ย The band is fronted by chief songwriter and vocalist Jamie Stewart, who is known for his passionate, intense vocals and eclectic instrumentation. โQueen of the Losersโ ups the production intensity, with huge, climactic industrial rhythms, metallic and squirming synthesizers exploding all around, a whole host of indescribable sounds, and a characteristically fierce Stewart performance. โWhatโs your name? Fucking nothing,โ he repeats in the songs outro, reinforcing the idea of forgetting oneself, or some previous version of oneself. The recordโs best song, โGet Up,โ dials back the intensity for a sweet melody and some of the most straightforward lyrics on the record, with Stewart singing, perhaps to a parent, โA piano fell on my face / you told me to get up / Do you hate me / Because I seem so stupid?โ ย The song maintains a delicate balance: always teetering on the edge of a climax the way a nervous person teeters on the edge of a breakdown, and when itโs finally delivered, it does not disappoint, kicking off with Stewart yelling โYouโre the only reason I was born!โ a line that is at once simple and extremely difficult to parse. Similarly, the record’s best songs are the oneโs where Xiu Xiu can strike a balance between melodicism, exciting production theatrics, and raw intensity. ย The second half of the album pushes more in an electro pop direction (itโd be a stretch to call Xiu Xiu music dancy), to mostly positive results. ย The title track moves between sections of vibrant but ominous synthesizers, acoustic guitars, industrial rhythms and Stewartโs insane, pleading chorus of โForget! ย Forget!โ โAt Last, At Lastโ juxtaposes stripped back verses with choruses that sound like an EDM show inside a haunted house, while the penultimate โPetiteโ takes a break from the electronics and grind for a pretty, but unnerving acoustic and string ballad that Jamie has stated (in this great Tiny Mix Tapes interview) deals in subjects as dark as sex trafficking. ย It then links to the closer, โFaith, Torn Apart,โ which combines an airy, almost middle eastern instrumental suite with churning, marching beats and unsettling spoken word lyrics (โWhat do you want me to do? I want you to kill me. ย Crushed to death)” before a creepy, haunting poetic finish read by notable queer writer and artist Vaginal Davis, listing attributes of child sex workers whose photos Stewart came across online. ย The record is another solid Xiu Xiu release, as they proves once again that so long as you wield a weapon as powerful as Jamie Stewartโs singing voice, itโs hard to go wrong. ย At the same time, I feel that the band is treading familiar waters, tragic as that territory may be, without breaking through to new and exciting sonic territory, as they did on Plays the Music of Twin Peaks. ย Nonetheless, as long as the Chainsmokers are topping the charts, it’s comforting that you can still reliably grab a handful of new Xiu Xiu songs secure in the knowledge that youโll still be treating yourself to some emotionally disturbed nightmares for as long as you engage in Stewartโs fucked-up world. ย Written by HR Huber-Rodriguez Share this:Click to share on Facebook (Opens in new window)Click to share on Twitter (Opens in new window)Click to share on Tumblr (Opens in new window)Click to share on Pinterest (Opens in new window)Click to share on Reddit (Opens in new window) Leave a Reply Cancel ReplyYour email address will not be published.CommentName* Email* Website Save my name, email, and website in this browser for the next time I comment. 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