Imagine you’ve just stormed the enemy’s castle. You sprint up the spiral staircase, carrying an unsheathed sword retrieved from the belly of an ancient beast. Look around. You are in the birthplace of Absinthe Junk. Founded on years of sweat and experimentation in orchestral pits, jazz bands, and various punk-rock acts, Absinthe Junk’s sophomore album, Death In the Afternoon, is the antidote to the sterile world of matching loafers, pressed collared shirts and auto-tuned safety.
A master of eleven instruments including violin, saxophone, oboe, and steel drum, Blair Smart steers and weaves the band between sweeping orchestral arcs towards the beacon light of gritty rock and synth vibratos. Blair’s rich voice is a love child combining the gothic purr of Shirley Manson with the ecstatic cries of Emily Haines. Self-produced and recorded, guitarist Patrick Himes and Blair Smart focused on pushing the boundaries of pop and experimental, gleefully hopping between whatever sound strikes their fancy. “I have no interest in sounding like all the bands down the street,” explains Blair. “If we don’t test our limits as artists, what right do we have to call ourselves such?”
Death in the Afternoon faces the mountainous emotions one encounters right before and after seeing the light. It’s the party before the apocalypse. Don’t be late