Immediately, the industrial beats of the opening track 'Rattle Can Paint Job' tell you all you need to know about Chloroforms' Triplicate debut 'Lay Low and Be Held'. 1. The beats and fire and will consistently catch you off guard. 2. You're gonna be taking in a genre, or subgenre at least that's not immediately clear, but you'll notice it's seldom heard on our label. 3. You're about to have a good time. Time to make it happen!

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INTERVIEW
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George Ernst, Triplicate Records: OK before I ask anything else, please, can you give some context to the mysterious MC referring to you by name on 'Sonar for Sore Eyes'?

Michael Marchant aka Chloroforms: Yes. I like to collect audio snippets of things I hear out in the world and recontextualize them to besmirch my name. Ha! This was the first time I’ve used one from my collection. I’d be super curious if someone could place where this was taken from! We’d probably have an annoying amount of things in common.

GE: What IS heat vision? Or was that a Jeopardy answer?

MM: That is MY question, sir! WHAT IS HEAT VISION?! A question that randomly popped into my head while trying to name the project file for this song. Instead of making myself a separate note so I could go look up what heat vision was later, I named the song “What is Heat Vision?” as a reminder. Which reminds me…According to Wikipedia, heat vision is ‘the fictional ability to burn objects with one's gaze’. Perfect.

GE: Was MX-80 a reference to the noise-rock band from Indiana?

MM: You know, it wasn’t; but my noise-rock band, IfIHadAHiFi, has played quite a few shows in Bloomington. And I really like the MX-80 album Out of the Tunnel. When I was making the track “MX-80” I was trying to make it sound like the musical equivalent of an old dot matrix printer shaking itself off of a desk. I named it after the Epson MX-80 which would be an incredibly bitchin’ instrument in the hands of the right noise-rock band.

GE: Can you tell us a little about both the name of your project Chloroforms', and the inspiration behind the album title?

MM: I’m going to show my age here, but Colorforms were a toy from my childhood that were these little vinyl clings in the shape of cartoon characters that you could stick to smooth surfaces. That was BIG entertainment to a small child at the time, but life goes on and I had fully forgotten they existed.

Then one day not too long ago I see them for sale out in the world, the first time since I was a child. I instantly recognize their iconic logo, but my brain reads it as CHLOROFORMS. Instant band name. FONT FACT, the font that I used for the free_refills_or_die EP is the closest to the Colorforms logo I could find.

As far as the album title goes, Lay Low and Be Held is two things to me. First, it’s a play on the phrase “lo and behold”. Second, it’s just a nice thing to aspire to.

GE: Your honest opinion on kangaroos: give it to me please. I'll know if
you try to lie.

MM: I love these questions. I am strongly in favor of kangaroos. Especially YouTube videos of kangaroos who are keeping it real. One long night after a show in Louisville, Kentucky my bandmates and I watched a video titled ‘Kangaroo Shoved Through Fence During Tussle at Canberra Nature Reserve’ approximately 135 times and almost died from laughter.
Link to the good stuff:
youtu.be/N7M6lhzYOow?si=rAjq4gzSz2tsNJ6m

GE: What was your favourite track to work on? I really love Maximum
Capacity Dry Spell.

MM: Thank you! I was 100% happy with everything on this album so it’s difficult to choose a favorite. “Maximum Capacity” has a great groove and was the quickest thing I wrote for the album. Satisfying when that happens. “Cadaver Chiropractic” was written in 5/4 which is strange and proggy and took the longest to get right, so that sticks out. “Hide the Smoke” was an exercise in subtlety which is not always where my brain leads me. “The Proud Parer” might be the winner (for today) since it was my attempt to write a Chloroforms version of “I Wanna Dance
with Somebody (Who Loves Me)”. I think I nailed it.

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REVIEW
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Chloroforms: 'Lay Low and Be Held'. A fascinating project from Milwaukee that we couldn't be more excited to share with you! With dark titles like 'Mugger's Lullaby', 'Cemetery Symmetry', and 'Cadaver Chiropractic', no one has tricked you. You're going to be diving head first into some extremely danceable murk. Let's analyze!

As soon as the industrial beats of 'Rattle Can Paint Job' blast out from the periphery and into the forefront, you know you're in for something engaging, something you've not heard before. Hardcore, relentless pounding, interspersed with light-speed wooshing and a bassline that perfectly flirts with fuzz without leaving it feeling overbearing.

There's also a paranoid bent to several of the songs on show here, the first bearing such baggage is the fraught yet funky 'What is Heat Vision'. Alienated fear-beats or funk-laden bop. You be the judge. But really it's both, and manages to pull these vibes off in a spectacularly grandiose manner. 'Mugger's Lullaby' on the other hand, tricks you. You think you're in for a straightforward stripped down macho-sounding THUNK-THUNK beat, then half way through, the gentleman responsible for this record, whose first name I know but will henceforth be referred to as 'Mr. Chloroforms', swipes the floor away, and you're left in a void of ultra-fast IDM. It's a trip that comes out of nowhere and pulls off a perfect bait and switch!

'Lay Low' on the other hand offers a lighter collection of melodies and textures than the opening trio. That's not to say it's some breezy intermission. The tambourine jangle works beautifully with a series of warbling synths, and I mean, hey! (extreme Ron Howard Voice) 'That's partially the name of the record!'. We segue neatly then, into the equally brief, yet decidedly more Lynchian-static-laden eccentricity of the aforementioned 'Cadaver Chiropractic', which to be fair does indeed give the old bones a good thorough shake. As does the similarly darkly titled 'Cemetery Symmetry', which offers a bag full of beat-treats, and Mr. Chloroforms' isn't shy about switching things up on a dime, creating a blistering, disorienting, but undeniably appealing effect. This three-minute microcosm of an industrial mixtape is done when he damn well says so, ok?

Then we have 'MX-80'. At several points this track feels like it's pursuing you. You know? No? Just me? Ok... moving on.
'Hide the Smoke' conjures the misty atmosphere in your mind that the title promises. Whirring disembodied wind-enveloped synths haunt the mix, while a stark and sparingly-riffed-on bit of percussion rumbles away in the dark. It's effective and fun, even if it's not meant to be. Meanwhile 'Route Driver, Asleep at the Wheel' feels so hyper-charged with dark static that it might combust at any second. Here the drums pound with greater grit and otherworldly malaise than ever, and coalesce to make a murky and melodically fascinating piece of music, increasingly frantic until the half-point switch up, the delightfully batshit-ramifications of which, you need to hear and draw your own conclusions. (But if they're not positive, you're wrong.)

'Maximum Capacity Dry Spell' Starts as a ultra-focused, borderline synth-wavey bop, and for the most part maintains its slick composure in the face of equally slick percussive flourishes. The rubbery, cool-as-shit bassline compliments the arrangement perfectly and cements MCDS as a highlight. Similarly fun, yet decided more off-kilter is the mysterious 'Sonar for Sore Eyes', a relentless slammer, soaked in spooky vibrations and prefixed by an equally unnerving recording of a woman referring to Mr. Chloroforms by his government name. What does it all mean? Well keep reading to find out, hopefully. Otherwise, it just slaps!

Equally slapworthy is the final, 'The Proud Parer'. A fun pun, and a decidedly chill way to end a record. While 'Lay Low and Be Held' can at times feel like a mission statement akin to 'make cool weird music and set yourself apart from the herd' (stop me if I'm way off), the music is utterly unpretentious. Borrowing its studious delights from sources across the electronic spectrum, with some good industrial rock thrown in for good measure, the album ends as it started: with a fabulous piece of music that puts you in a lively mood. That was all I ever wanted. I want that for you too, dear reader.