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The most striking measurement of Have a Nice Life’s growth over the past couple years can be made by playing the new version of “Defenestration Song”—a high point of the Connecticut post-punk outfit’s second album, The Unnatural World—against the original version from 2010’s Voids cassette. Previously stringy and pale, the song is now brawny and dark. The bass line, once a bubbling throwback to Joy Division’s
“Walked in Line”, has become a flood of sludge. Drums and guitar claw
at each other. And the vocals seep through the sour atmosphere like a
poisonous fog. An entire dimension has been added to it—and the same can
be said of Have a Nice Life as a whole.
Founded by core members Dan Barrett and Tim Macuga, Have a Nice Life came on strong with their 2008 debut, Deathconsciousness,
then seemed to retreat in the face of an imminent breakthrough. It’s
taken six years to issue a proper follow-up, but their central message
hasn’t changed: Existence is bleak, gallows humor undergirds it, and
sometimes wallowing in that sick paradox is the best revenge. But
instead of sporting the sort of smart-ass song titles found on Deathconsciousness (“Holy Fucking Shit: 40,000”, “Waiting for Black Metal Records to Come in the Mail”), The Unnatural World submerges most of the duo’s bitter irony, or at least the irony, leaving nothing but the bitter.
For all its unrelenting gloom, The Unnatural World
oozes beauty. On “Burial Society”, a rolling blackout of congealed
noise only barely clothes a sumptuous, lonesome vocal melody—one that’s
as full of rage as it is resignation. Smothered in sorrow, “Guggenheim
Wax Museum” plods and throbs in time with some cosmic, cancerous organ.
Hints of shoegaze gauziness and industrial pneumatics float through
“Unholy Life”, even as “Dan and Tim, Reunited by Fate” bypasses what
would appear to be cheeky self-mythology in favor of dour, murky
balladry. When the track’s skeletal tangle of beats and static finally
disintegrates, all that’s left is hellish echo.
“Cropsey”,
named after Staten Island’s eerie, mad-slasher urban legend, opens with
an even more chilling sample: testimony from a young boy named Johnny,
an inmate of the notoriously abusive Pennsylvania mental institution
Pennhurst that was featured in the 1968 exposé Suffer the Little Children.
Accordingly, the song’s spiraling synths and ghostly wails evoke stolen
innocence, nerve-deadened dread, and cries for a rescue that may never
come. Rather than feeling like morbid exploitation, “Crospey” slowly
morphs into a goth-dub uproar that tears loose a heart of tenderness and
empathy. Hope, however, is still nowhere in sight.
The
album’s matched pair of drumless tracks, “Music Will Untune the Sky”
and “Emptiness Will Eat the Witch”, are equal parts brooding interlude
and mocking reprieve. They hover over the rest of the songs like an
unspoken, fatalistic threat—an ominous horizon that can’t be escaped
from. Where fellow travelers such as the Soft Moon and Cold Cave religiously exult in the darkwave tradition, Have a Nice Life use The Unnatural World
to distance themselves from any kind of retroactive pull. Sinuous
instead of rigid, bloody instead of embalmed, the album refuses to be
frozen in time or place. Instead it moves, and moves others with it. - Jason Heller
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