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Protomartyr
I asked Joe Casey once why he chose to start his first band with a group of guys roughly ten years his junior. His answer was simple: He needed them, needed this, needed Protomartyr. He didnt want to end up singing classic rock covers in a carport or dive bar one night a week. At 35, with no musical background and crippling stage fright, he needed friends who were young and hearty enough to want to write and record and practice and tour and be heard as badly as he did then. Hed just lost his father to an unexpected heart attack, and his heartbroken mother to the beginnings of Alzheimers shortly thereafter. Hed come to understand, all too intimately, how brutal and finite a life can be. Consider then the urgency with which he joined his bandmatesguitarist Greg Ahee, drummer Alex Leonard, and bassist Scott Davidson, fellow alums of the University of Detroit Jesuit High School and Academyfor the first time, in a basement full of unsuspecting onlookers. Consider the urgency with which theyve approached everything sincethree albums in three years, each more extraordinary and rewarding than the last. This music is inherently, unassumingly high stakes. I can think of no other band that moves me like they do.
This October marks the release of The Agent Intellect, their third and finest work to date. Named after an ancient philosophical questioning of how the mind operates in relation to the self, its an elegant and often devastating display of all that makes Protomartyr so vital and singularly visceral an outfit. Over the course of several months, Ahee waded through more than a hundred song fragments until he reached the bottomless melodies of I Forgive You and Clandestine Time, the inky depths of Pontiac 87 and titanic churn of Why Does It Shake? Lyrically, Casey is at his most confident and haunting. He humanizes evil on The Devil in His Youth, and, amid the charred pop of Dope Cloud, he reassures us that nothingnot God, not moneycan or will prevent our minds from unraveling until we finally fade away. We are no one and nothing, he claims, without our thoughts. Its a theme that echoes through the entirety of the record, but never as beautifully as it does on Ellen. Named after his mother and written from the perspective of his late father, its as romantic a song as youre likely to hear this or any year, Casey promising to wait for her on the other side, with the memories shes lost safely in hand.
I remember a story he told me in Detroit. A few months earlier, hed been driving with his mother as a Protomartyr recording played on the stereo.
Joe, she asked him. Who is this?
This is us, Mom, he told her. Thats me.
Oh! she said, This is very good.
David Bevan, July 2015
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LocationMad Planet (View)
533 E Center St.
Milwaukee, WI 53212
United States
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| Minimum Age: 21 |
| Kid Friendly: No |
| Dog Friendly: No |
| Non-Smoking: Yes! |
| Wheelchair Accessible: Yes! |
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