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Matthew Friedberger The Diabolical Principle (2012)

 Matthew Friedberger ↑ The Diabolical Principle (2012)

Matthew Friedberger — The Diabolical Principle
Born: October 21, 1972 in Oak Park, Illinois      /   Location: Chicago, Illinois ~ Germany ~ Brooklyn, New York
Album release: July 24, 2012
Record Label: Thrill Jockey
Duration:     88:27
1. The Daughter He Has for Years Dreamed of Punishing (20:32)
2. Damn It (20:11)
3. Love Live the Other One (22:01)
4. Implement Lost (25:44)

 © Lithe Sebesta
The Diabolical Principle is a digital collection of material from Matthew Friedberger's vinyl-only series Solos.
In the Temple of Treason it's always the Season of Sacrifice! So they say. They: meaning me. In other words, why have a lot? When you can get a little: and other infernal Rule-of-Thumbs. So called!
I hate that show! Last year, someone (at least someone did) made eight records. It was me! And, and, do you know--do you know--what my favorite lyric was-is? Uh!
The Diabolical Principle is a compilation from out of the SOLOS box. (Which is the thing with those eight records.) TDP: on which the songs are all (not all) stitched together and switched back and forth. Switching is bewitching. Or what's switched is bewitched? Or does bewitching proceed by means of switching? The changes of a song might stay the same, but if you interrupt them, well, to all appearances, they don't.  Not really. Or if not appearances, then to all adherences, which is not what that word means. It's fun to go from one thing to another, and it's fun to just say you've gone from one thing to another. In other words, not really. So, simply "Switching is Bewitching". "Bewitching" meaning "fun".
Again: it was Uh! But that was so last year. As we said. Ah: but what last year was last year? Years pass. A dangerous admission. Inadvantageous contrition. All roads lead to ellipsis.
Exclamation mark. Now every year scores--which is an indeterminate number--of Americans seek to hire a killer to dissolve an intimate relationship. Many choose a hit man--or hit girl.... Right off the newspaper!
But where--but where--can you read, or at least whatever, that sort of newspaper? These days? Which one? Well the recording is from the past. After all. Out of the past! Is that a commanding expression? Can you do otherwise?
Not me, babe. I'm talking to you! By the way, I am from "St. Giles Parish". Yes, in the past: I read once--in a book?--that in Chicago, people ask you what parish you're from. What nonsense! What nonsense. No one--no one--has ever asked me what Parish I am from.
I wonder why. Once upon a time there was a group of kids, three boys and two girls. And their favorite movie was The Exorcist. Whenever they would play football, they would say their side was called: The Exorcists. Whenever they played basketball, they were you guessed it The Exorcists. (Something about making your (not their) head spin. And throw up.) That was their squad. And when they grew up (had children, etc. (in other words, were 13-14)), their rock band was called: The Sorcerer! And that's why this record is 87 minutes long: it's the exact same length as The Sorcerer!
No it isn't! Since everything is just as much about what you don't as what you do, this record is about thinking what you don't is what you do. And the other way as well. When you hear the beginning, you start listening for the end. (In general.) And it gets to be so much that you think has it even started yet?
Oh! It has! It definitely has. You only hear the end, in other words, in other words, you only hear the switches. Because, well, the end? When is what? Starts what? This record has many, many songs on it. They're all put in order just so. They go on and they go off like that.
The vocal to "St. Giles Parish" is a scratch vocal. Can you tell? Well I'm telling you. Do you know what my favorite expression is? Scratch that.
Let me tell you. Even longer upon a time ago someone wrote a book the first line of which I translate thusly. "Let me tell you about things that switch." Or: "I can't help but go on about what switches into other stuff."
Should I suggest that way-back-when a plural that was so plural would get an 's' at the beginning of the word as well as at the end? No!
One certainly should avoid a proliferation of latin plurals, would be. Football Stadiums! --And back to the once upon a time, then the writer mentions "perpetual song".
This record, The Diabolical Principle, with all its words and all its bits, goes on and on and on, changing, and not. But not, or and not, continuously. Or perpetually. You can try to hear it that way; you can play it over again.
But it doesn't. Of course it does! You try and fail but succeed, not at last, but anyway. I mean, you don't have to try to make music that way. It's like that anyway. You--I mean you!--hear it one way, and then another. Whether you like it or not.
So here it is again and different. Redundancy is not a sin, and like what it isn't maybe it isn't. But it can be confusing.
-------------------------------------------------------------------- © Marina Agostini
Matthew Friedberger
Born and raised in Chicago, Matthew Friedberger is a songwriter and composer. His rock group The Fiery Furnaces made 9 albums from 2003 to 2009 and performed extensively. He has released 11 solo albums since 2006; his 12th, Matricidal sons of bitches, comes out October 30th on Thrill Jockey Records. He will be touring North America this fall.
Friedberger currently works, or not, or so to speak, through his two front, unorganized, organizations, the Neue Friedberger Oper and Poverty Rue Productions. With which as far as I know nobody else is connected. In theory, or without any practice, the NFO is some sort of opera house, and PRP is a movie studio, sans the film, or videos, or the next thing, that they've got now, so, it seems, he-thinks-it's-operas, and movies, or this--or that--or maybe, I have it wrong and, that's just what he surmises rock-n-roll is, like, and whatever he would say that might mean, or however that is supposed to be amusing or touching or sharp. If you see him, ask him.
Born many years ago now, he lives in France, his interests include the following. Mediterranean Matters; Old Phone Books; "that beautiful place where the White Sox play baseball" (Dominic Pacyga); Jean Paul; James Brown; the IBM building; Chicagoism in General; Rhetorical Capitalization; the SNCF jingle that plays immediately before any announcement; Old Blind Writers from London; the Sidney Siblings and their Friends; what's written on some The Fall album covers; the Brontë Brother, Branwell; Lonely Trailer; Love's Cross-Currents; I Love You, Big Dummy; Johnny Hodges; Jaki Byard; The Who in 1972; John Culshaw; The City of Bridges; stuff; Amerind; an introduction to Chinese Secret Societies in Malaya; "Leo Allatios" or Leone Allacci; Eddie Harris; Farm Families and Change in 20th Century America; Eleanor' s next record or the one after that; L'OM; Dr. F and Julian; the British Museum; strident philhellenism now more than ever most of all; Chuck Berry; Other People; Music Written Down in Old Books from Old Shops in the Lands of Yesteryears; So Forth; and so on.

Solo albums:
Winter Women and Holy Ghost Language School (2006)
Solos (2011)
Napoleonette (January 2011)
Meet Me in Miramas (March 2011)
Old Regimes (May 2011)
Cut It Out (August 2011)
Death-in-Life (October 2011)
Arrested On Charges of Unemployment (January 2012)
Artemisia (January 2012)
Goodbye Forever (January 2012)
The Diabolical Principle (Compilation) (July 2012)
Matricidal Sons of Bitches (October 2012)

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