Dinosaur Jr.

Dinosaur Jr.

There is nothing quite like a Dinosaur Jr. album. The best ones are always
recognizable from the first notes. And even though J tries to trip us up by smearing
“Don’t Pretend You Didn’t Know” with keyboards, it’s clear from the moment he
starts his vocals that this is the one and only Dinosaur Jr., long reigning kings of
Amherst, Massachusetts (and anywhere else they choose to hang their toques).
I Bet on Sky is the third Dinosaur Jr. album since the original trio – J Mascis,
Lou Barlow and Murph – reformed in 2005. And, crazily, it marks the band’s 10th
studio album since their debut on Homestead Records in 1985. Back in the ‘80s, if
anyone has suggested that these guys would be performing and recording at such a
high level 27 years later, they would have been laughed out of the tree fort. The trio’s
early shows were so full of sonic chaos, such a weird blend of aggression and
catatonia that we all assumed they would flame out fast. But the joke was on us.
The trio has taken everything they’ve learned from the various projects they
tackled over the years, and poured it directly into their current mix. J’s guitar
approaches some of its most unhinged playing here, but there’s a sense of
instrumental control that matches the sweet murk of his vocals (not that he always
remembers to exercise control on stage, but that’s another milieu). This is headbobbing
riff-romance at the apex. Lou’s basswork shows a lot more melodicism now
as well, although his two songs on I Bet on Sky retain the jagged rhythmic edge that
has so often marked his work. And Murph…well, he still pounds the drums as hard
and as strong as a pro wrestler, with deceptively simple structures that manage to
interweave themselves perfectly with his bandmates’ melodic explosions.
After submerging myself in I Bet on Sky, it’s clear that the album is a true and
worthy addition to the Dinosaur Jr. discography. It hews close enough to rock
formalism to please the squares. Yet it is brilliantly imprinted with the trio’s magical
equation, which is a gift to the rest of us. For a combo that began as anomalous fusion
of hardcore punk and pop influences, Dinosaur Jr. have proven themselves to be
unlikely masters of the long game. Their new album is a triumph of both form and
function. And it augurs well for their future trajectory. If I were prone to wagering,
I’d say their best days are yet ahead of them. And yeah. I would bet the sky on it.
--Byron Coley



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