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The Indivisible Squalor Of Wilderness Pangs

by Wilderness Pangs

Noisy spaced-out folk-rock with a strong melodic pop sensibility -- Think Neil Young fronting Animal Collective, channeling Spacemen 3.
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1. Magic Bullet
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2. The Elephant Ghost Saga Parts 1&2
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3. The Elephant Ghost Saga Part 3
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4. A Suitcase Thief (Clock Ass Cloak)
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5. I Shot My Favorite Horse
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6. Roundabout Way
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7. Wolfman
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8. Mountain Bomb
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9. Stolen Logic
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10. Ms. Smith
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11. Lo-ride Cycle
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Stuck in a land of swamp-pop and frat-rock, where indie-pop is considered revolutionary, Wilderness Pangs sticks out like a sore thumb painted purple and emanating radioactive luminescence.
Despite their inherent weirdness and intentional abandonment of the rules, Wilderness Pangs actually consider themselves a pop band. Albeit a pop band from a mysterious forest on an alien planet. The group started as a home-recording project between long-time pals Brandon White and Randy Faucheux in 2003. The early music of Wilderness Pangs was borne out of much personal turmoil. Despite this, the music was never melodramatic or whiny. Far from it, the music was always playful, absurd, and surreal. In many ways, it was music made from pure creative energy.
The Wilderness Pangs project never officially ended, but never fully resumed until mid-2006, when Randy created a MySpace page for the band. Response was overwhelming, and Baton Rougeans craving truly original and weird live music were clamoring for performance. This caused Brandon and Randy to assemble a make-shift band in order to play their debut show on the day of the dark prince, 6/6/06. The original line-up included Jeremy Baptiste on saxophone, laptop, and theremin, and Josh Wascome on drums. Josh left the band after their first show, and Wilderness Pangs continued as a three-piece.
An early show with their friends from Austin, TX, the Weird Weeds, earned them a stellar review from local music writer Alex V. Cook in 225 Magazine.
Subsequent shows saw long-time friend John Vitrano sitting in on more and more songs until he was eventually asked to join the fold full-time. He now handles most drum duties, while Jeremy mans a slew of electronic devices run through his mixing board, and Brandon and Randy handle most stringed-instrument duties.
In late 2006, the band recorded the first new material since its inception in 2003, with recording guru Fred Weaver.
Their first official full-length, The Indivisible Squalor of Wilderness Pangs, was released in February 2007.


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Frankly, Dream Theater could learn a thing or two from these guys: The Indivisib
But the worst kind of madness, I'd imagine, is the one you'd have living in hell for all eternity. Now I'm not a bettin' man, but I generally like to err on the side of caution when moral dealings are in play. Baton Rouge, Louisiana-bred Wilderness Pangs, on the other hand, have no such qualms. In fact, they've already sold their souls to Woland in exchange for having their tunes as the soundtrack to a real musician's hell. Frankly, Dream Theater could learn a thing or two from these guys: The Indivisible Squalor of Wilderness Pangs is, much like Zu & Takemura, a total mess of sounds coagulating together to form some glorious, noisy, disheveled kind of album only God himself could love unconditionally.

I take that back. Color me a sinner, but I'm possessed by this album at the moment. Right from the outset of the unassuming "Magic Bullet," you're thrown into the middle of the woods as howling wolves and alien spacecraft surround you. The bayou doesn't get any friendlier after you've been abducted into "The Elephant Ghost Saga Parts 1 & 2," easily one of the noisiest and most overmodulated pieces of music I've heard this year and all the better for its lo-fi effect. If you've ever wondered what living in a Kuznetsov turbofan sounds like without any earplugs, you've got two options: My Bloody Valentine's "Only Shallow" (which is far more akin to a Rolls Royce than a Kuznetsov, pretty and delicate in its power rather than smoking and careless of stealth) or the second song on this 14-tracker. It gets friendlier (if no less strange) in the third part, a separate song altogether. The vocals here really make a difference, and help to anchor what would otherwise be beautiful but somewhat remote. Randy Faucheux (which I sincerely hope is his actual name) can sing along with an erratic horn and make it sound like there's an anchor to it all. Indeed, a few times on here you've actually got a straightforward folk song to balance out the acid-rock hysteria ("I Shot My Favorite Horse" is the first example, but "Wolfman" is also genuinely pretty in its slow-roasted folk pastiche).

In the case of Wilderness Pangs, the manuscripts can't burn because there simply weren't any to begin with; repeating some of these performances must be difficult if not impossible, but once again it's the delivered energy that makes all the difference. Doesn't matter if they don't repeat every shaken coin jar or include every processed beat every single time; the fact that they produced it at all in the first place is a testament both to their seemingly endless supply of ideas and the creative blaze that's currently engulfing Wilderness Pangs. To think this is but their first album... Well, that is something special. Bulgakov would be proud.