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Between 1997 and 2004, Chris Connelly made a handful of small recordings - Ultimate Seaside Companion, Blonde Exodus, Largo (with Bill Rieflin), Private Education - that stood outside virtually every scene and genre. These were elegant, poetic chamber pieces that captured various states of the human heart, whether in passion, delusion or somewhere in between. This was music that struggled to come together, and was held together musically while it lyrically fell apart, albeit as gracefully as a tragic character in a '60s French film would find his world collapsing around him. Like Scott Walker and Jackie Leven, Connelly didn't even consider what was going on around him. All of his music seemed to tunnel inside and bring out whatever was there, the pearls of wisdom or simply the blood, sand, dark matter to be found in the marrow. This series of albums culminated with 2004's brilliant collection of off-the wire pop songs Night of Your Life. On the Episodes, Connelly moves into a new phase. Working with Ben Vida and Tim Kinsella, Connelly keeps a largely acoustic vibe, but he's tossed the tight structures, languid, decadent textures, and airless spaces aside in favor of wide-open spaces that accent a kind of tribalism and willingness to let the elements themselves have a say in his proceedings. One track, in fact, "Soul Boys/Hard Legends" was field recorded in a dark, cold Wisconsin forest at night. And there's a vibe here that feels free, cast off, if a bit sadder and more paranoid. Connelly's poetic lyrics cannot be denied, but this set's reliance on deep sounding percussion, repetitive melodic - or more monochromatic - fixtures such as a guitar strumming a single chord for long periods of time, atmospheric intrusions, and loose adherence to musical time gives the entire proceeding a kind of unhinged feel. While the opening cut possesses more beauty than anything he's ever released, with it's brushed acoustic guitars, hand percussions and near samba tempo, Connelly sings: "It's unlikely that you will remember/The text that reflected on you/I'm coming to grips with your mirror lips/I can read all about me on you... Looking glass vacuum conditions/The questions I'm dying to ask/The lips can't accuse/They'll cut open themselves/The face can't agree it's a mask/You're standing behind every doorway/Absorbing the neighbor's distress/The writing's reversed, the story's perverse/The finale's a stain on your dress... " All the while congas, vibes and crash cymbals pick up steam as the guitars are all but drowned out and Connelly's voice barely rises above the din, though he's struggling to, he's right up against it; his anguished words bring out tensions in the music that it tries to transcend. All the percussion serves to move the narrative to it's rather disturbing conclusion. This is a love song, but one from the other side of loss and memory. Connelly's trying to climb out of his own lyric tropes but they hypnotize him through the music. They are both stuck in a dance that has no real end. It never really began, either, it articulated itself in the middle of the scandalous truth: it is obsession painted as longing. At over eight minutes, it sets the tone for a remarkable, but truly uncomfortable recording. Five of the seven tunes here are over eight minutes, with the longest ("Henry vs. Miller") clocks in at over eleven. Monotonous (as in hypnotic) guitar chords usher in "Son of Empty Sam," a dark and tense tale about a man so drenched by fear he has to make the claim "I cut down all my friends/To see where I might lie/On simple blades of unlit truth/The truth will bleed you dry." Electric guitars and a big, deep shuffling tom tom pulse the steady, strident bassline as Connelly sings, keeping his voice just on the sane side of total panic. In many ways, this track, nearly ten minutes in length, is reprised near the end of the set in another mammoth drum and vibes workout with loose-stringed guitars in "The Son of the Empty Sequel." Rather than a.