The Dismemberment Plan Reunites

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Dave Holloway

The indie-rock group The Dismemberment Plan launched into a song called "Girl O'Clock" near the end of a recent set at the 9:30 Club, in Washington, D.C. I was in the audience; I'd been hoping to hear "Girl O'Clock," but not really expecting it, since it's an extraordinarily demanding song by any measure. The most prominent element is a blurred, polyrhythmic drumbeat that seems like it would be impossible to conjure live. Then, over that, there's a lot of breathless stuttering and jerky, staccato guitars—also seemingly difficult to recreate out of the studio. The band nailed it, though, just as they'd been sticking tricky landings all night.

For the kind of person inclined to talk about pop music in religious terms—and The Dismemberment Plan is one of those groups that seems to have more acolytes than fans—a successful performance of "Girl O'Clock" might qualify as a minor miracle. The same thing could be said of the concert itself, though. The Dismemberment Plan broke up in 2003, and except for a pair of benefit shows in 2007, they haven't made any public appearances together until this month. In the past eight years, a lot of rock fans have discovered the band's catalog—which consists of four albums, released between 1995 and 2001—and mourned the fact that they would never see these guys live. This month and next, some of them will be proven wrong.

The Dismemberment Plan always made for challenging listening—the titles of their first three albums are !, The Dismemberment Plan Is Terrified, and Emergency & I, and they tell you most of what you need to know about how relaxed the music is—but in the days before 1999's Emergency, their songs could border on punitive. Listen to ! or Terrified, and you'll hear the band expending a lot of energy in ways that don't always make sense. These records are nervy post-punk manifestos; the guitars squawk like fire alarms, and singer Travis Morrison yelps and croons and affects a jokey, knowing delivery that sounds like "Weird Al" Yankovic at his hammiest. There's about an album's worth of decent songs between these two, and then there are offerings like "Bra," where Morrison speak-sings about "going down the Amazon in a light green '57 Chevy / Well you think that's, um, kind of heavy?"

But by Emergency & I, the Plan's best-known and most-celebrated release, the band seemed to have reconciled itself to the idea of writing pop songs. That's not to say the music on Emergency is less cerebral or less expressive than what came before, but there are more melodies you can hum, and a lower spaz-out quotient overall. The band—particularly bassist Eric Axelson and drummer Joe Easley, who established themselves on Emergency as one of the most capable rhythm sections in rock music—had learned something about contrast and restraint. When it sounds like the wheels are coming off all the time, that sound quickly ceases to mean anything; but if the high-alert stuff is juxtaposed with sleepy, roomy arrangements, like those found on "Spider in the Snow," or interleaved with fist-pumping choruses, as on "Memory Machine," it has a real impact.

It helped, too, that the lyrics on Emergency were head and shoulders above anything the Plan had done before. Morrison doesn't take on virgin topics here—there are songs about the pain of being in love, the terror of being in one's 20s, the thrills and pangs of perfectly mundane events. These are all well-covered subjects in pop music. But Morrison runs at them with a novelist's bag of tricks, spacing out the characteristic Plan meltdowns with wry jokes, impressionistic scenes, and brainy science-fiction conceits. The effect of the earlier records was like having someone grab your shoulders and shout in your face, "Panic! PANIC!" On Emergency, it's as though that person has taken a breath and is trying to explain, "This is why I'm panicking."

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Alex Eichler is a reporter at The Huffington Post and a former staff writer at The Atlantic Wire.

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