The Callous Daoboys have less of a trajectory than a blast radius, having put a dent in the scene with unpredictable records and incendiary live performances. The job of a new album, then, is less about direction of travel than maintaining that flailing intensity. The good news is that with I Don’t Want To See You In Heaven, the Atlanta sextet have produced an opus that’s equal to the task, housed within a concept that contextualises its scintillating strangeness, while making a statement about what the point of all this is.
Of the band’s third album, and its place in The Museum Of Failure, a futuristic repository, vocalist Carson Pace has suggested that it’s “an artefact that’s been preserved, and hundreds of years in the future, you’re listening to this album in the museum. It’s a known failure, but the narrative is, ‘If it survives forever, is it truly a failure?’”
Much like the music on offer, it’s a head-swivelling idea; not only does it suggest, to a degree, that The Callous Daoboys’ wildly eclectic output is ahead of its time, which is given credence by the journey Schizophrenia Legacy alone takes you on, but it’s a reminder that ‘good’ art is as much about endurance as quality.
For some, of course, this will be a pretentious distraction from the music – and that’s fine. Even without these layers of meaning, I Don’t Want To See You In Heaven compels from beginning to end, never allowing the listener a moment to get comfortable, or its creators a chance to be complacent. Even in more conventional moments, like the predominantly melodic Two-Headed Trout, you know something bewildering is coming, but you’re not sure how, or in what form – and when it does arrive, it’s like being wrapped around the head with fiery nunchucks of sound.