Montreal's No Joy unleashes one of my favorite moments I've ever heard from the Montreal band. In one Fast and Furious gear shift, a minute's worth of krautrock harmonizing shoots upwards into a glowing, white-hot burst of fuzz. It's angelic and Rapturous in the Biblical sense: The angels have blue-flamed swords and six heads and they're pouring bubbling pitch on everyone who got left behind.
We're never given the chance to get adjusted to this shock and awe, though; with a backwards gasp, it gets sucked into silence, and it's a return to the sweet, calming sounds of the first minute. At the end, the curve from psyched bliss to supercharged mayhem and back are like watching your lover transform into a werewolf, go on a rampage, and change back just in time to cook you breakfast in bed. Nice bacon! Please don't kill me.
The Pastel and Pass Out EP drops November 5th on Mexican Summer.