The Men: The Men Open Up
Photo by Angel CeballosFor a noisy, guitar-rooted Brooklyn band that’s lately been the subject of plenty of blog entries, tweets, mentions in South By Southwest roundups and what will probably be high-ranking spots on plenty of year-end best-of lists this year, The Men have little time or patience for blogs, Twitter or buzzy reviews. In fact, they kind of think it screws with their art.
“We make music, and I think that’s enough of a message,” guitarist and vocalist Marc Perro says. “I don’t think I need to be like, ‘Hey, what’s up? I’m in Chicago and I had a pizza.’ That’s irrelevant, and that waters down music. It opens that door too wide, and you can’t separate the person from the sound. The music can’t stand alone because you have an image of a guy in front of a McDonald’s. We’d rather write a song than update our blogs.”
It would be hard to not get that hint from their official website, a Blogspot page where the online store has nothing for sale and an album announcement reads like an exercise in short-form writing: “matador 7” comes out in may. we’re starting a new full length before that happens.” You should be able to tell from the band’s releases on Sacred Bones Records, where their plain, near-identical mastheads rattle off the album’s title, the year the album was recorded, track titles and not much else.
And if you really want to get a full taste for The Men’s aversion to stuff that doesn’t matter to them (Under this category, check glossy album production, interacting with the blogosphere and promoting their music with flowery press releases) just see one of their live shows on any one of their expansive tour dates this summer. While you’ll miss out on stage lights, production and witty stage banter, you’ll be hard-pressed to care with the band’s loud-as-hell set that only aims to butter up audience members by playing their songs really damn well.
But you took this directness to mean that The Men—comprised of guitarist and vocalists Marc Perro and Nick Chiericozzi, along with recorded help from Chris Hansell, Rich Samis, Kevin Faulkner and Ben Greenberg—is a troupe of grumpy, unhappy musician guys, you’d be mistaken. Their latest collection of tracks, this year’s Open Your Heart doesn’t only see the band emoting anger and frustration with sludgy guitars and hack-inducing howls. Instead, with the help of some newfound country overtones—referenced most literally on “Country Song” and obviously in the carefree, acoustic-led “Candy”—the band is, dare we say it, happy.