Perfume Genius — „Ugly Season“ (June 17, 2022)USA FLAG                                                      Perfume Genius — „Ugly Season“ (June 17, 2022)
↵   Od vydání svého debutového alba Learning v roce 2010 se Perfume Genius proměnil z mrzutého zpěváka a skladatele v avant~popového vizionáře. Šesté studiové album Mikea Hadrease Ugly Season uvádí ty nejodvážnější aspekty jeho zvuku, aby zachytilo niterné a něžné dimenze tance, čímž posouvá hranice svého umění.
↵   Rodák ze Seattlu vysvětlil, že vždycky byl neklidný kvůli změnám — „neustále hledá a vyžaduje velký pocit“ — ale nyní se stává méně „posedlý touto myšlenkou odchodu, změny, posunů, prostě všechno vyhodí a odchází.“ Na Ugly Season ukazuje Perfume Genius své odhodlání objevovat. 
↵   Ambient, baroque~pop a neoklasika jsou pojivem alba, i když tyto experimenty často upadají do pozadí. Skladby „Teeth“ a „Harem“ se čtou především jako soundtracky k představení spíše než kusy, které drží pohromadě samy o sobě. Přesto se Ugly Season dá chápat jako živá bytost. Hodí se pro umělce, který konečně našel pohodlí a sílu ve fyzičnosti.
↵   Rozsáhlý duch skvělého nového alba Mika Hadrease vyvolává a přetváří způsob experimentální pop music, který je extatický, léčivý, moderní a hloupý. Hudba Ugly Season byla napsána pro pohlcující taneční kousek Perfume Genius a choreografky Kate Wallich The Sun Still Burns Here. Práce byla zadána Seattle Theatre Group a Mass MoCA a byla provedena prostřednictvím rezidenčních pobytů v Seattlu, Minneapolis, New York City a Bostonu v průběhu roku 2019. Během této doby Perfume Genius sdílel dvě skladby tanečního projektu — „Pop Song“ a „Oko ve zdi“. „Je to zvuk euforie na tanečním parketu,“ řekl pro Pitchfork. „Barva blikajících světel, když se pohybujete davem, dotek vlhké a teplé pokožky na kůži ostatních.“ Nyní můžete v Ugly Season slyšet celou původní hudbu projektu. Album produkoval Perfume Genius a GRAMMY oceněný producent a dlouholetý spolupracovník Blake Mills. Vzniklo ve spolupráci s Hadreasovým dlouholetým kámošem Alanem Wyffelsem.
↵   Kolize mezi audio jednotkami a výrobou crack jack vytváří bohaté, širokoúhlé zkušenosti. Bubliny Harmonium Mills na „Herm“, vyděšené vířícím nápojem skladby dříve než naprogramované bubny dovedou asociaci do dezinfekce; Klarinet nafoukl vteřinu blaženosti v songu „Teeth“. Ošklivá sezóna má jeden vypravěčský klenot, ten určitě patří mezi největší položky v celé kariéře Mikea Hadrease: „Hellbent“ ztvárňuje postavu Jasona, příležitostného milovníka zmateného vypravěče z předešlého alba Set My Heart On Fire Immediately.Perfume Genius ©Camille Vivier
Birth name: Mike Hadreas
Born: September 25, 1981
Location: Tacoma ~ Seattle, WA ~ Everett, WA
Album release: June 17th, 2022
Record Label: Matador
Duration:     52:18
01. Just a Room   3:30
02. Herem   7:21
03. Teeth   4:13
04. Pop Song   5:05
05. Scherzo   3:51
06. Ugly Season   4:40
07. Eye in the Wall   8:42
08. Photograph   4:41
09. Hellbent   6:42
10. Cenote   3:33

by Daniel Felsenthal | June 16, 2022 | Score: 8.6 BEST NEW MUSIC 
↵   As Perfume Genius, Mike Hadreas straddles the line between storyteller and composer. His music suggests narrative threads — an abusive grandfather, a sick body, a hateful world — that he dissolves into impressionistic lyrics and orchestral soundscapes. Hadreas’ restless style keeps him at the vanguard of pop where a twinkle of piano might sound as queer as an intimate disclosure. Shapeshifting becomes its own act of defiance, a shirking of the simplified labels of the straight world.
↵   Yet rather than just mystifying his fans, Hadreas has seemed to age alongside them, first confessing adolescent traumas, then slyly signaling a watershed era of LGBTQ+ rights. By 2020’s Set My Heart on Fire Immediately, he had matured into a grown~and~sexy crooner, relating intimacy in the present tense and anecdotes of youthful gay struggle from a taller perch that comes with growing older. “Half of my whole life is gone,” he sang at the album’s start, sounding not just resigned, but satisfied: Life’s second act might actually be better than its first.
↵   On his latest, the eerie and gorgeous Ugly Season, the 40~year~old makes a dramatic yet natural shift. Decentering his angelic voice and direct lyrics, Ugly Season favors the experiments that always lurked on the outskirts of his songs. A master of tone~setting opening lines, Hadreas starts the album with a statement of purpose. “No pattern,” he deadpans, under treatments so heavy they smother his words. Ugly Season incorporates chimes, Mellotron, celeste, guitarrón, reggae pulses, and song structures loose enough that they seem to swell operatically, or, in the case of the thrilling “Eye in the Wall,” stretch into an extended disco mix. A pop~star~turned~composer’s record akin to Kid A and Low, Ugly Season nonetheless feels more like an act of generosity than a wrench thrown in expectations. The album’s expansive spirit recalls a long line of artists who rejected the classical establishment in order to show composition’s potential to be ecstatic, healing, modern, and queer — luminaries such as Julius Eastman, Arthur Russell, Beverly Glenn~Copeland, and Merce Cunningham.
↵   Appropriately, Hadreas wrote these songs to score his dive into modern dance. In 2019, he co~directed and performed in Kate Wallich’s piece The Sun Still Burns Here, touring his collaborator and longtime beau Alan Wyffels with Wallich’s company the YC. Though the movement~based cues are audible, Perfume Genius’ abstract music has more sinister ambiguities than the Seattle choreographer’s bewitching, sex~positive routines. It creeps and writhes with its own logic, suggesting a grimness that the sparkling surfaces of his last couple of records had seemed to leave behind. He nonetheless celebrates community through his musical collaborators, who leave bold thumbprints on the songs: Wyffels, who sits in on a number of instruments; megaproducer Blake Mills; engineer Joseph Lorge; inveterate session drummer Matt Chamberlain; and Sam Gendel, whose doctored saxophone provides Ugly Season with a bevy of uncharted timbres.
↵   The collision between acoustic instrumentation and crackerjack production makes for a lush and widescreen experience. Mills’ harmonium on “Herem” bubbles with dread from the song’s swirling brew before programmed drums carry the arrangement to a cathartic finish; clarinet swells offer an immense moment of bliss on “Teeth”; Hadreas’ sighing vocals on “Pop Song” turn to playful coos when chimes and percussion bang into the mix. Compared to previous albums, such rousing peaks are less immediate, on tracks that stretch past the seven~minute mark and leave choruses in the dust. Spend time with this music, though, and its glimmers of hooky beauty leave a profound impression, like watching a peacock preen and flash its magnificent plumage for a moment at a time.
↵   At points, Ugly Season reminds me of Prince’s 1986 album Parade, another score that outgrew its source material, balancing forward~thinking highs with a casual, elusive, disjunctive structure. In place of Prince’s buoyant eroticism, Perfume Genius’ stylistic smorgasbord treats sex like a languid affair, one that befits the record’s other preoccupation: sadness. Formally, the album seems to crumble in its middle. “Scherzo,” an unadorned piano composition by Wyffels, serves as a melancholic comedown after the first suite of songs. This strange bit of sequencing sutures the wound in Ugly Season’s middle, as though Hadreas wants you to see the stitches.
↵   Less narrative than ever, his lyrics shine with a symbolic vocabulary rooted in dirty culture. He often compares bodies to plants and fruits: “Stretched out like a reed,” he sings on “Herem,” and on “Pop Song,” he commands us to “harvest the pit/And spit out the rest.” He views sex as a magic ritual on a couple of tracks, and on “Teeth” he harkens back to the same 19th~century context in which a homosexual identity began coalescing in the West. “A fading garland,” he describes: “A skull set on a plate.” For the first time, Perfume Genius sings in still~lifes, and formally, the album reflects this same focus — wordless closer “Cenote” echoes the first track’s opening notes on a simpler setup of solo piano, like a gallery displaying the study of a work alongside its finished canvas.
↵   Ugly Season does have a single narrative gem, among the greatest Hadreas has cut. “Hellbent” reprises the character of Jason, the casual lover of a confused narrator, from the eponymous highlight of Perfume Genius’ last album. “They took my phone,” the speaker intones, perhaps because he just escaped from rehab. Alone on the roadside, bleeding from his arm (because of a boozy fall, we imagine), he clings desperately to the heartbreaking belief that he can charm his hookup into offering him help. “First car to stop/Just took one look and drove,” he spits, and tells us several minutes later, “If I make it to Jason’s and put on a show/Maybe he’ll soften and give me a loan.”
↵   Here, Perfume Genius channels the empathy that drew us to his tunes in the first place, chronicling his character’s chaos by balancing a first~person sneer with the lucidity of distance and maturity. Hadreas, who jump~started his music career after he became sober in his late twenties, has already mastered this sort of songwriting. Yet the effect feels newly urgent on the atmospheric Ugly Season, like a buried, hurtful memory that starts pulsing again through the haze of time. Pop music tends to offer the lozenge of amnesia to just about everyone, allowing even homophobes and gay people to blot out their differences, if only for three minutes at a time. Hadreas refuses to manufacture such pills for his fans. His sprawling post~pop draws our attention to the many ways in which changing ourselves can never resolve our memories of the past, posing an implicit question: Can we truly leave behind the people we’ve been, or have we merely learned to keep our eyes fixed on the promise of self~reinvention? — Pitchfork
Words by Skye Butchard ↵ Score: 7/10:
By Eric Mason June 13, 2022 Score: ⭐️⭐️⭐️⭐️½ 
SF: Genius ©Camille Vivier