Horse Jumper of Love’s Creative Rebirth
The Boston slowcore group’s frontman Dimitri Giannopoulos opens up about getting sober and finding confidence in vulnerability on Disaster Trick.
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Horse Jumper of Love’s fifth album, Disaster Trick, is a quiet reckoning. Its epiphanies aren’t eureka moments that hit you over the head, but ones that come through like a gas leak or a slow-acting poison. “A fresh addiction / Comes with the discipline / Hates the noise of sorrow / I read it in the Amazon Basics Bible / It’s nothing serious / But it’s not hard to tell / When you’re not doing well,” goes the unsettlingly acerbic second verse of “Today’s Iconoclast.” Like many of the tracks on the album, there’s an iciness—an air of stoicism in the face of pain and wonderment alike, making the narrator of each song come off as an outside observer watching their own life pass by.
Strangely enough, it’s also the most present the Boston-based slowcore group have ever sounded. “I feel like my whole theory and philosophy behind Horse Jumper is just to lift the veil of how we present ourselves to society. Sometimes you go onstage and it feels really like, cringe?” lead singer, guitarist and songwriter Dimitri Giannopoulos tells me. He’s laughing at himself as he says it, but continues to explain: “You go onstage and you’re singing in front of people and you might be fucking up. It just feels very raw. I want to show people exactly how I’m feeling and not be embarrassed.” On Disaster Trick, that rawness and emotional submersion manifests itself by letting us see the building blocks that comprise the walls that the speaker puts up. As listeners, we see the purpose behind the distance.
The use of self-deprecation and sarcasm as defense mechanisms against emotional vulnerability is longstanding in the slacker rock tradition that Horse Jumper of Love are a part of. Especially now that—to paint the culture of indie rock with an admittedly broad brush—we’ve become pretty earnestness-averse, since earnestness can so easily cross the line into the dirty word that Giannopoulos dares to invoke: cringe. There’s cultural currency in irony, but it’s only so long till the money runs out. Eventually, cringe is a risk that you have to take. I would not describe Disaster Trick as cringe, but I would describe it as taking gradual steps toward an earnestness that accepts cringe as a potential outcome and decides to gamble on it. To be cringe is to be human. Disaster Trick feels human.
Giannopoulos has been taking himself both more and less seriously on this album cycle—attempting to decrease his emotional distance from the songs without reducing their emotional weight. There’s more room to experiment with ideas and without having it feel like a waste if something ends up on the cutting room floor. When director Lance Bangs unexpectedly reached out to him on Instagram, Giannopoulos didn’t know what to expect. The two of them ended up working on the trippy, funhouse-mirror music video for “Snow Angel” and releasing it after scrapping their original video concept: “[Bangs] had this guy he knew build this huge box with a bunch of holes in it that I was gonna stand inside and he was gonna put a bunch of packing peanuts and a leaf blower inside of it,” Giannopoulos says. “We ended up not doing that at all.” Bangs also filmed a few Horse Jumper of Love live performances, and took the time to show Giannopoulos around Portland. “He picked me up from the airport, and we just hung out for a few days. He took me to some record shops and guitar stores. We went to Mississippi Records, which is a record store I really like.”
Today, Giannopoulos joins me on a call from “a Whole Foods somewhere outside of St. Paul, Minnesota.” He and his band are currently on tour supporting DIIV who, like Horse Jumper of Love, have been reaping the rewards of the post-lockdown shoegaze renaissance (though both were relatively early to it in comparison to other currently active shoegaze bands). “It’s coming back full circle,” says Giannopoulos. “When I was like 18, 19, that’s when I got really into my bloody valentine. And now, the younger kids are getting into DIIV and TAGABOW (They Are Gutting A Body of Water) and Blue Smiley and stuff like that, but I feel like the crowds have been pretty mixed-age. For us and Fully Body 2—who are also on this tour—we definitely have a younger audience.”
Giannopoulos admits that my bloody valentine’s Loveless—arguably shoegaze’s definitive album to this day—was one that he “didn’t get” when he first heard it. The way he describes getting into what would become one of the most influential records to his artistry, it sounds like he was giving himself homework: “I remember being 18 and almost like, forcing myself to listen to [Loveless] until it clicked. It was unlike anything that I had ever heard before. I grew up on 90s grunge and classic rock, so hearing something like that was mind-blowing.” On TikTok—a platform that’s boosted formerly niche bands like Duster into the pseudo-mainstream—shoegaze and slowcore have gained newfound mass appeal among younger audiences. The pandemic isn’t entirely to blame or thank, but it makes sense that the melancholic mumblings of shoegaze bands would resonate with a generation of listeners who spent a good chunk of their formative years shut-in at home, going to school online and interacting with their peers solely through screens. It’s indoor music for indoor kids, and I’m curious how it all translates once the bands and their audiences return to live music venues.
For Giannopoulos, there’s been a welcome shift in the way fans interact with artists whose music is more low-key in both tempo and mood. “There was almost a new appreciation for live music where people were able to be more present and patient with stuff that isn’t loud, fast rock music,” he says. “They’re more receptive to us doing a slow song.” He goes on to describe the understated aggression that feels unique to slowcore as a genre: “It’s almost punishing to the audience to play something so quiet that they have to stop talking.” I tell him that this tactic reminds me of being in school and having a teacher get fed up with the class and, instead of raising their voice, lowering it to a haunting, authoritative whisper. A shout commands attention for a moment, but sometimes the best way to let people know that you mean business is to get real quiet.