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By SAM PFEIFLE  |  March 20, 2014

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I'LL VOLUNTEER A great new album from KGFREEZE, the solo project of Kyle Gervais.

Because Kyle Gervais is constitutionally unable to be in a band, we are left with his solo project, KGFREEZE. While that may be frustrating for fans (and members) of great bands like Cosades and Grand Hotel, it isn’t bad consolation for those interested in hearing truly interesting and exploratory music.

And because Gervais has decided the classic “band” music-making structure is not for him, it’s even easier for him to pivot with his songwriting whims. On his first KGFREEZE album, Sociopath, that meant he played all the instruments himself and created a grimy, inward-looking piece, as the title implied. On the brand-new Volunteer he has enlisted a Brady Bunch of collaborators, who share songwriting credits and contribute vocals, musicianship, and production.

The results are among the best in an already-impressive catalog of recorded works. The album is dynamic, engaging, and thought-provoking — even, at times, a whole lot of fun.

“Better Falsetto” is the highlight, which you know already if you’ve seen the video charging about social media. It is Gervais aping Justin Timberlake, a recalcitrant crooner who doesn’t have to worry about what the radio edit might sound like, with Jared Burst filling in for Jay-Z in the rapped bridge. Almost as a throwaway, it has a hook like Seal’s “Kissed by a Rose” (I had forgotten the Batman connection to that song) that will have you belting out the chorus in random places before you know you’re doing it.

Burst, too, does great work. He merges with the verse in a half-time slur, then slaps you out of your reverie: “Who gives a fuck about whatever his name is?” And Sean Morin (Daro, Cambiata, etc.) sets the mood with a range of synths and beats.

This unnamed rival is often a topic of conversation. In “Talk About Love,” Gervais wonders, “How would he feel if he knew what I was doing to you.” But then he changes the pronouns, turns the song on its head, makes the finish of the six-and-a-half-minute piece into an entreaty:

“Let’s talk about love ... whatever that means.” And the last minute-plus is a distorted fade-out, like being forcibly dragged, which teases at speeding back up but ultimately sputters out in Derek Gierhan’s drums.

In the strutting and spare “Top Secret,” we get the other side of the story, in the form of Sara Hallie Richardson’s dark evanescence, peppered with laughter and chatting: “I’ve met you many times before/ You give nothing and keep asking for more ... Gotta make sure that you meet your needs before you meet mine/ I can’t begin to explain to you, how useless you are.” And, yet, you get the sense they’re sleeping together. (The couple in the song. Not Gervais and Richardson.)

Gervais and company love contradictions — changes of tempo, of mood and setting. The opening and title track is nothing but moody synths, slightly industrial, with muted vocals that mimic the lyrics: “I don’t really care.” Then, after three minutes, it gets awesome, with guitar melody and chords in opposing channels, and downright danceable.

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