AUTOMATIC WRECK CHORDS/TEMPORARY RESIDENCE
As much praise as the world piles on Slint, Speed deserves equal time. Where to begin? After their time in Cerebellum, Joey Mudd, Tim Furnish, Jon Cook and Will Chatham turned to engineer Steve Albini’s eight-track to document what amounts to a perfect vision. Opening with whole-note collective bursts, “Car Crash Decisions” makes you wonder why Chatham ever picked up a banjo and moved to North Carolina. “Monkeywrench,” with Cook’s pained shouts, Who I am, what I do, the way things change around you and the leering sway of “Proposed Production” bottle diversity. Speed endures because it is satisfying. So cohesive, even in its intermittent exhales (“Dead Town” and the mini-opera “Kneel”) and crushing schemes (“King Octane”), the album sounds as if it sequenced itself. Future be damned: Speed knows no parallel.