Things seem to be always getting faster. The jump cuts introduced on early MTV seem about as rapid-fire as a bingo game these days, while the flood of new bands that jammed everyone’s dinky radars back in the early ’90s would probably be a drop in the bucket compared with today’s ever-expanding musical bandwidth.
Codeine, a band that fermented in the Boston and New York scenes in the early ’90s, has never seemed fast no matter what the perspective. Fans who were there from the start and fans that picked up on the trio years after their short career (1989 to 1994) was over were faced with the same fact: Codeine played its music very slow. Even the album covers made apparent that the concept scaled to all degrees, from the celestial “Frigid Stars” to the architecture-gawking “Barely Real,” and the stark tree trunk of “The White Birch.” Everything loomed large and methodical through Codeine’s lens.
Codeine (bassist-singer Stephen Immerwahr, guitarist John Engle, and drummer Chris Brokaw) was a Sub Pop band during the heyday of alternative rock, and carved out a small niche that created its own legacy. The band’s supremely understated tempos, pinpoint precision, dissonant guitars, and numbly recited vocals gave rise to a style eventually called “slow-core,” exemplified in different ways by bands such as Bedhead, Low, and the Boston-based Galaxie 500. If grunge crossovers took punk scuzz and draped it over pop songcraft, Codeine stretched it into chamber forms, casting sheets of dissonance in slow motion while extending chord progressions into almost subliminal processes. The approach lent meditative and suspenseful qualities to Immerwahr’s searching lyrics, such as,
“If I could be the angel/ If I could be the prettiest girl/ Every tear you’ve ever cried would all be turned to pearls,” from “The Promise of Love.”
The archival label Numero Group has just released a deluxe set (“When I See the Sun”) reissuing the band’s two albums and one EP along with a hefty supply of B-sides, outtakes, and demos over six LPs (or three CDs). And Codeine has reunited to celebrate, already pulling off a string of European performances and gearing up for a US run, including Boston Saturday night at the Brighton Music Hall.
Engle says the process of relearning the patient material has been more difficult than expected, recalling a cousin offering encouraging words about not needing to practice much for music like this. “I reminded her how difficult it is to get back up on an extremely slow-moving bicycle.”
Brokaw says onlookers would often ask if they played slowly because that’s all they could do. “It was as if they thought we rolled out of bed playing really slowly, which I suppose is possible, but it’s not what happened,” he says. Brokaw himself has given ample evidence to the contrary with his subsequent career as a guitarist in the abrasive Boston-based rock band Come (for which he eventually left Codeine), and as a drummer in The New Year and even with the notoriously rowdy G.G. Allin.
Engle says the approach was always a means to an end. “The whole style really conveyed what it was that Steve wanted to get across, which was kind of a feeling of immobility and distance,” he says.
It was the singular design of the band that made breaking up a decision that had to come sooner rather than later. “Our direction was fairly prescribed,” says Immerwahr. “We didn’t want it to be like ‘On their fourth record, Codeine goes in a new direction!’ That’s not really what we were trying to do.”
Instead, that end left a tidy body of work for fans to live with ever since. There were no hits, exactly, so high spots come from audience’s experiences: great moments that evolve over time and whispered lyrics that seem to have been suspended in silence for years. It’s taken what the band might have worried about being a hollow production and turned it on its head.
“When we played the first time around, we could safely say that people had been listening to our songs for six months,” says Engle. “Now, someone out there has been listening to these songs for 20 years. We certainly felt that on this past tour.”
It’s almost the perfect tag to the band’s output — a harmonic resolution that took decades to come around.
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