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Dissected: Pavement

A strange stroll through the band's history as The Secret History, Vol. 1 drops

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    dissected logo Dissected: PavementWelcome to Dissected, where we disassemble a band’s catalog, a director’s filmography, or some other critical pop-culture collection in the abstract. It’s exact science by way of a few beers. This time, we sort through the best and worst of your older cousin’s favorite band.

    If any band begs for the Dissected treatment as defined above, it’s Pavement. Not because they like beer (although they do/did) or because we’ve already picked apart Stephen Malkmus’ solo discography (although it seems weird that we haven’t done the same with his most famous work) or because they’ve got a (sorta) new odds-and-end compilation out this week (although yeah, that happened).

    No, the reason Pavement warrants, deserves, needs a Dissected article is because the band was loose. They were playful. They were wuh-wuh-wuh-weeeird!

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    But the more I started delving into their discography, the more nuance and — dare I say it — seriousness I discovered. Being a longtime fan, I of course already knew those things were there, but they often get overshadowed by the yelps, noise, and forgot-my-homework-so-let-me-throw-some-shit-together album art.

    So in dissecting their discography, I tried to keep the many sides of the band in mind: their puckishness, their demented lyrics, and the effective, if usually brief, moments of melancholy and emotionalism that shone through it all. In the group’s well-publicized, fairly one-sided beef with Billy Corgan, The Great Pumpkin said that no one falls in love to Pavement’s music. I beg to differ. Not only do people fall in love to their music — they party to it, dance to it, fuck to it, write to it, veg out to it, laugh to it, play with their dog to it, and just about everything else. A couple things to keep in mind:

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    – I covered all of the extended plays in addition to the albums. To ignore the band’s shorter works — especially the first three EPs — would be skipping over an entire era of their sound. And to only cover their five full-lengths would have made for a really short article.

    – Stephen Malkmus and guitarist/occasional frontman Scott Kannberg (aka Spiral Stairs) will never be completely straightforward lyricists. The beauty of their transformative vocabularies is that they sing with enough alternating urgency and casualness that the words end up sounding like normal conversation. So while there’s no way to say for sure what most of their songs are about, it’s fun to try. Whenever I offer a theory of what a song is about, it’s just that — a theory (unless otherwise noted).

    – In my opinion, Pavement has a near-perfect discography. It’s not without its flaws (especially with their slapdash final EPs), but it seemed pointless to officially rank their work, as the glowing praise would have gotten boring.

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    Speaking of boring, enough from my critical ass. We’ve got one of the best bands in the world to talk about. So pour yourself a glass of extra dry Lancers, settle into your serpentine pad, and let’s begin (unless you’re too old to do so).

    –Dan Caffrey
    Senior Staff Writer

    Slay Tracks (1933–1969) EP (1989) 

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    “You sold us out and took it all” (song that should’ve been a hit): The first in Pavement’s trilogy of fidgety, low-fi EPs, Slay Tracks (1933–1969) relies way more on rattle than hum. Regardless, there are still hooks for those who want to find them beneath the static. One song, in particular, stands apart for having no fuzz at all — even in 1989, everything in “Box Elder” rang crystal clear: the fort-holding bass, the uncharacteristically straight drumming, and of course, a guitar line with all the sunniness of The Wedding Present, who recorded a cover of the song a year later without Pavement’s knowledge. Although angry at first (as they should have been), Malkmus and Kannberg (the only official members at the band’s genesis) eventually grew to appreciate the exposure brought to their scrappy little EP by a — at the time — much larger group. Maybe they’ll tour together one day.

    “1 Sick Verse” (best rhyme): Malkmus wasn’t yet exhibiting the verbal acrobatics he’d start showing off on Slanted and Enchanted, but “Price Yeah”‘s climax of “No, they won’t have teeth to say I’m wrong/ I want a better bong” is more effective in its cryptic angst than most lyrics that came out of the grunge era — not that Pavement was anything close to grunge.

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    “Enough to make your ears twitch” (noisiest use of noise): Opener “You’re Killing Me” starts with six different types of static in just as many seconds before landing on a final squelch (akin to a snowy television screen) that more or less underscores the rest of the song.

    “Hand me the drumstick, snare kick” (wildest Gary Young moment): Nearly a decade older than Malkmus and Kannberg, Young was an eccentric pot dealer and owner of Louder Than You Think, one of only two recording studios in Pavement’s then home base of Stockton, California. He also happened to be an incredible, if unrefined and unpredictable, drummer, much closer to a real-life version of Animal than Keith Moon, Steve Mitchell, or any other skin-man rumored to have inspired the famous Muppet.

    Young volunteered to lay down some percussion for Pavement after hearing the minimalist tracks brought in by the duo, and “She Believes” captures his style most accurately. He takes it easy on the kick and cymbals, monolithically sticking to snare and floor tom until the three-minute mark. That’s when he explodes and whacks everything in sight, including some household objects that probably weren’t part of his drum kit at all. Actually, knowing Young, they probably were.

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    “Ask me if you want to be…fffucked” (most grotesque instance of sex): Eventually, Malkmus treated sex (which comes up in Pavement songs way more than you think) with the same surrealist — make that cubist — eye as Picasso and Dali, rendering his lewdness more evocative than squirmy. Early on, however, he kept it pretty nasty with “She Believes”. Sample lyric: “I told her I was free of disease/ And she believed.”

    “You’re so beautiful to look at when you cry” (unexpected moment of emotion): Pavement’s music, while almost universally praised by critics, has always been noted as being void of emotion. I don’t buy it. Impenetrability can still carry emotional weight (especially when the hooks are so strong), and mystery aside, every album has at least one moment of soul-stirring clarity. Here, it’s once again “Box Elder”, where Malkmus fantasizes about leaving home. That’s a frustrated dream we can all relate to.

    “Painted over paint” (crudeness of the album art): Kannberg was in charge of packaging Slay Tracks and didn’t have a clue how to do it. So, in a move that predates most underground EPs released in the ’90s, he drew something himself. While the only thing it brings to mind is homemade graph paper drawn on a sticky note, it’s a pretty accurate representation of the ramshackle music within and established the collage-type feel of much of the band’s artwork to come.

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    “Stop criticizing me” (verdict): Other than “Box Elder”, Slay Tracks isn’t the best entry point to Pavement. But once you’ve become a convert, it’s downright indispensable, proving that, even in the ’80s, Pavement’s not-so-grand vision of catchy chaos was already coming into focus.

    Demolition Plot J-7 EP (1990)

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    “You sold us out and took it all”: “Spizzle Trunk” ain’t exactly radio-ready, but its rockabilly piano could have done wonders on-air had the whole thing been recorded with a little more polish.

    “1 Sick Verse”: Even if Malkmus’ vocals on “Internal K-Dart” are buried so far beneath the space-battle guitars that you can’t tell what he’s saying, the song title alone is beautifully tripped out, bringing to mind some sort of fictional G.I. Joe weapon.

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    “Enough to make your ears twitch”: There’s enough squall on Demolition Plot J-7 to capsize a brigantine manned by a whole crew of Scott Wolfs (Wolves?). Just what the hell are those mechanized sounds at the beginning of “Forklift”? My guess would be a forklift (duh), but it could also be a gun getting assembled or a broke-ass indie band’s attempt to emulate the opening of KISS’ Detroit Rock City.

    “Hand me the drumstick, snare kick”: Young actually sat out for Demolition Plot due to jealousy of Jason Fawkes, a drummer whom Kannberg had formed a new band with while Malkmus was away traveling. When SM returned, they decided to convert the tunes to Pavement tracks, with Fawkes sitting in on drums since he helped write the music. Apparently, things got so tense with Young while the band recorded at his studio that Fawkes ultimately walked after recording “Forklift”. Having pissed off both of their percussionists, Malkmus and Kannberg were left to drum on the rest of the EP themselves, which means there’s a whole lot of primordial thudding and not a whole lot of proper drumming.

    “Ask me if you want to be…fffucked”: It’s hard to say for sure, but Malkmus’ trip to Vegas in “Forklift” just might end with him getting laid and robbed by a bunch of old ladies at the slot machines.

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    “Show me a word that rhymes with ‘Pavement’ and I won’t kill your parents”(most grotesque instance of violence): Malkmus treats violence (another topic that comes up in Pavement songs more often than you think) the same weird way he treats sex, and someone gets their hand stuck in the sink on “Perfect Depth”. Is there a garbage disposal in that sink? And does someone accidentally flip the On switch? It’s a Pavement song, so our answer is a resounding “maybe (baby)?” 

    “You’re so beautiful to look at when you cry”: With his hand stuck in the sink for so long, the protagonist of “Perfect Depth” has a lot of time to think about his romantic mistakes. So we feel bad for him. Plus, his hand is in a sink. And he probably gets it ground into hamburger.

    “Painted over paint”: It’s actually one of Pavement’s starker, more cohesive, and less busy album covers — what looks like cobblestones filtered to resemble the surface of the moon.

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    “Stop criticizing me”: Due to the piecemeal way the songs were written, band turmoil, and Young’s absence on the album, Demolition Plot J-7 depends on empty noise to fill in the gaps even more so than its predecessor. There’s still enough of a pop crosshair on “Forklift”, “Spizzle Trunk”, and “Perfect Depth” to make it enjoyable, but there’s also a sense of grasping at static for enough material to comprise a full EP.

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