Dub Housing

About

The title for Pere Ubu’s second album came from a drive the band took through Baltimore while on tour in early 1978. The streets were empty, and Jamaican music played on the stereo—spacey and repetitive and a little eerie. Block after block of identical row houses disappeared behind them. <i>Look</i>, singer David Thomas said, <i>dub housing</i>. It’s a quick story, but it gives you a good picture into the band’s world. Released in 1978, <i>Dub Housing</i> proved that not only were the members of Pere Ubu open to the abstractions of something like dub (“Blow Daddy-O”), but that they approached the straight lines of punk with a lateral sense of humor more indebted to French surrealism than American rock ’n’ roll. The result was a mix of high and low—featuring both experimental subtlety (“Thriller!”) and lunchpail brutishness (“Navvy”)—that the band’s drummer Scott Krauss once called “avant-garage.” As for Thomas: Depending on how you looked at it, the singer was either a philosopher teasing out the repetitive absurdity of language, or just a moron barking his inner monologue to whoever happened to be passing by (as evidenced by the haunting “I did this/And I went there/And I think about you all the time” on “Codex”). It was hard to tell if he was a Homer Simpson-type written by Samuel Beckett, or a Raymond Chandler detective investigating his own shadow. On <i>Dub Housing</i>, Pere Ubu comes off as smart as Talking Heads, but only half as showy; as dark as Public Image Ltd., but funnier. This is a group in touch with its mystical side in ways that felt totally different from the wit and intellectualism of post-punk. And <i>Dub Housing</i> is the album that gave rise, even if indirectly, to bands like the Pixies and Nirvana, as well as also the overstimulating style of hyperpop, in which manic blasts of sound try to convey the limits of what we can logically process, and how. But maybe we shouldn’t overthink it: Part of what makes <i>Dub Housing</i> so inspiring is that, in the end, it comes from the gut.

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