Blank Dogs, Land and Fixed

Blank Dogs , Land and Fixed [Captured Tracks]

By Jason Diamond » Mike Sniper has tried his damnedest to convince the world that he’s an enigma. He’s played the press fearing, Jandekesque character, all the while being the Brooklyn Svengali. He's gotten several promising acts to sign onto his roster, and in some inexplicable way, gets himself into the right places with the right people at all the right times.

It’s an interesting double life: the mastermind behind the Captured Tracks record label that seems to be the defining ‘in’ sound of Brooklyn circa now, and the pseudo mysterious musician using the moniker Blank Dogs. Sniper has somehow turned himself into a weird hybrid of a Dickens character, a record nerd, and Dr. Claw from Inspector Gadget. Somehow he’s done it well enough to be an Illuminati figure, pulling the strings, his hands in bands from The Dum Dum Girls to Beach Fossils.

So I wonder exactly what Sniper’s main focus is as I pop in his latest Blank Dogs disc. If he’s so busy playing indie business guy, is Blank Dogs truly worth the hype that Sniper himself no doubt had a massive hand in creating?

The boost in production is clear on opening track, “Goes By,” and continues through all of Land and Fixed. Sniper has finally realized that man cannot make a musical career on lo-fi alone.

Throughout the entire album, there are noticeable nods to post punk, jangle pop, and French Cold Wave. Sometimes the combinations work, but there are a few that don't work out. The wobbly Cure-inspired track “Longlights” is a noticeable highlight, but then the instrumental song “Elevens” sounds like R2D2’s masturbation soundtrack. That’s followed up by the blissful “Out The Door,” which is possibly the best song on this entire album; sounding like a low maintenance version of New Order playing underwater.

It’s less what I can give or take from the individual tracks of Land and Fixed that cause me to think this album isn’t something I’ll ever listen to again, it’s the album as a whole and what it represents. Throughout the twelve tracks, Blank Dogs--assuming people other than Sniper have a say in things--make it obvious that they want this to sound cool, but it mostly comes off as stale. This entire album is an auditory scrapbook of someone's insecurities, a rehearsal of the detached and unaffected. Perhaps this is the first record that truly deserves the label of “meh.”

Posted on December 13, 2010