Review: The Dead Space – “Chlorine Sleep”

The Dead Space’s Chlorine Sleep hits all the right goddamned notes square on a waiting chin out of the gate. There are mightily propulsive, jackhammer rhythms paired with bright, twinkling guitar (addictive opener “La La Man,” possibly the LP’s finest moment), hyper-pressurized art-rock that’s part OCD Landowner, part new-wave Brainiac (“Head on the Glass”), and electrified, mutant blues scales (“Sick and Humble”) – and that’s in the first three songs on the thing. Yes, Chlorine Sleep, the Austin trio’s second LP proper, sounds like it’s a force with which to reckon … until, y’know, it’s not. Recorded in 2015 just days before the band decided to go the way of the Dodo, the second half of the LP sort of unravels with the tension one would expect of that collective moment. The latter half of “Chlorine Sleep” not only doesn’t live up to the expectations set by its former; it seems content to wallow in its mild mannerisms.

What we have here, dear listeners, is roughly half of a great record. “Animal,” the fourth track, is a precious murder ballad complete with buzz-saw guitars that grind away at the flesh and a hypnotic but oddly perky bass line from frontman Quin Galavis that insinuates something almost defiantly sinister. The aforementioned “Head on the Glass” nails all the post-whatever Devo-isms – the single-note twirls and the herky-jerky bass. The Dead Space gets all the details right on that track, down to the pressurized click clack clink of drummer Jenny Arthur’s closed hi-hat, an instrument tightened seemingly beyond its previous incarnations.

Around “Never Close,” which hints at the unraveling mess it sort of becomes, the band starts to lack some of its grandeur. Even the spartan arrangements or the tight, interweaving nature of the players seems to fall away a bit. In the second half of Chlorine Sleep, we get hyper-jacked verses that go seemingly nowhere (“Cooked Books”) a “Head on the Glass” faux-reprise that isn’t as inviting or tightly, tightly, tightly wound as the original (“Point of View”) and a Dirty Three-aspiring, meandering and out of character closer that I hope was cut when one or some of the members were soused (the meh “True Shame”). Yes, yes, yes, there are exceptions to this rule, of course. “So Wasteful,” the 10th of the LP’s 12 tracks and a closing outlier, features more of the jackhammer percussion that kicked off the LP to great effect and lots of great gnarled guitar chatter from axe-man Garrett Hadden to complement it. But, all too often, The Dead Space sounds in this terrain like it lost its groove part of the way through the proceedings – or packed the lede in hopes that people wouldn’t notice the lackluster bottom.

Now, on to the point of this whole thing. The band had promise – many in Austin saw it from the get-go with the band’s first LP, “Faker.” But the sophomore slump hit these guys hard and, while other underground bands broke up only to see their capital soar (Slint is the textbook), I cannot imagine people listening to Faker, then listening to Chlorine Sleep and being satisfied. 12XU is right to push this out there – there’s some great material on the LP. But much of the goodwill toward the trio will be squandered when looking at the total package. The second half of Chlorine Sleep is, well, sleepy and that’s far from the tone the band seems to aspire nailing in its bombastic opening moments. Like I said, this is half of a great LP but that’s not going to win thee band any more fanfare than it had when its members were still raging at the dying of the light. — Justin Vellucci, PopMatters, May 12, 2021

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About the author

Justin Vellucci is a staff writer for PopMatters, Spectrum Culture, and MusicTAP, a contributor to Pittsburgh Current, and a former staffer for Popdose, Punk Planet and Delusions of Adequacy. His music writing has appeared in national magazines such as American Songwriter, alt-pubs like The Brooklyn Rail, Pittsburgh CityPaper and San Diego CityBeat, blogs Swordfish, Punksburgh and Linoleum, and the Gannett magazine Jetty. He lives in Pittsburgh.

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