​Bottomless Pit's first album and a half were rather direct articulations of grief and bewilderment, which made them enchanting, enchanted, and a little bit forbidding. Both were, and you could argue the band itself is, a response to the untimely and senseless 2005 death of
Silkworm drummer Michael Dahlquist by the remaining members of that band, plus others from Chicago mainstays
Seam and
.22. And by that logic, the fact that Bottomless Pit continues to exist is either very encouraging or very depressing.
Blood Under the Bridge, out today on
Comedy Minus One, furthers the case for the former interpretation. Without losing the rumbling melodies and brooding precision that made
Hammer of the Gods and the
Congress EP hauntingly catchy, this album lets some light and color creep into the shadows. There's more range and variety all around, from the gentle "Rhinelander" to the fierce, Shellac-styled instrumental "Dixon"; more early-'90s jangle and more classic-rock stomp, more nuance and more surprise. (More cowbell, if you will.)
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