Do Make Say Think
Goodbye Enemy Airship The Landlord Is Dead

What a great year 2000 must have been for the independent Constellation Records.
In October, “Lift Your Skinny Fists Like Antennas To Heaven”, a masterpiece by GYBE! (with the exclamation mark still in tow), is released, and in March, “He Has Left Us Alone But Shafts Of Light Sometimes Grace The Corner Of Our Rooms”, the debut by Silver Mt. Zion, comes out.
In the same month, as if the previous two releases weren’t enough to make that year special, the second album by Do Make Say Think is released; exactly twelve months after their debut, twelve months which the Canadian sextet spent growing artistically and refining their style, perfecting it. The experimental instrumental Space-Post-Rock of the band is further enriched by the introduction of jazz rhythms and the skillful, non-intrusive use of the computer during post-production.

It begins with a soft arpeggio, continues with the helical interplay of the guitar-bass tandem, and culminates in a prog-fusion frenzy, then implodes and rewinds to the arpeggio from which it all began, “When Day Chokes The Night”, the opening track of the marvelous “Goodbye Enemy Airship The Landlord Is Dead”.
The first three tracks all focus on the progression towards an evocative acoustic-emotional climax (the trio is completed by “Minmin” and “The Landlord Is Dead”). More intimate in tone are the two following tracks, “The Apartment Song” and “All Of This Is True”. The album closes with “Bruce E Kinesis”, the missing soundtrack to the memorable Lynchian red room, and the dreamy “Goodbye Enemy Airship”, with ethereal melodies suspended in the air by an effected guitar that leaps from one cloud to another to the rhythm of a pulsating bass.

Inspired by the evocative place where they recorded the tracks, a barn not far from Toronto, DMST delivers a delightful organic work, more reflective and experimental, rational and at the same time impulsive, in which rock elements blend with jazz tradition in an orderly and harmonious manner, a work in front of which one cannot help but be enchanted.