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With the exception of Andrew Bird, no other contemporary "pop" artists make use of so many far-flung references, in a way that seems neither schizophrenic nor slapdash. Somehow, Tim Kelley and wife Christa Meyer have concocted an organic, thoroughly modern sound from Western civilization's delightful detritus, a sound that's lovely without being cloying, a sound that's experimental and extravagant without seeming pretentious or off-putting. From the first strains of the opening track of Bloated Corpse, you know you're in for a novel aural experience: Against spaghetti-Western guitar-strumming, Kelley and Meyer sing a lachrymose ballad entirely in German. From that point forward, you'll encounter fusty dirges, Pogues-like drinking songs, bel canto, sinister lullabies, postmodern parlor songs and a great deal of stuff so fucked-up that you wouldn't dare slap a label on it. In the universe of Puerto Muerto, young men, betrayed by evil hussies, lose their souls in seaside taverns; pirates brag about their vicious deeds; harlots accost passersby; penitent former libertines are sent packing; dirty Indians make unwanted sexual overtures on the bus; foundlings are consoled. And that's just a single record's scope -- the forthcoming song cycle Elena is even more ambitious, a Freudian psychodrama that deals with molestation and infanticide -- "all things low-down and dirty," in Meyer's words.
Unlike most singers of the indie-rock ilk, Meyer has a voice that's big and magnificent enough to carry the weight of so much melodrama. Trained as an opera singer, Meyer's got the coloratura thing down -- but she also knows when to abandon it for a wild bellow; a demonic screech; a light, ingenuous, plain-Jane lilt. Kelley's reedy baritone is the perfect counterpoint: cracked, vulnerable and exhausted at times; buoyant, flexible and Smokey Robinson-sweet at others. The couple, who write all their songs together, trade off on lead-vocal duties and play almost all the instruments. Like fellow married Chicagoans the Handsome Family, Kelley and Meyer are an almost scarily self-contained unit. Aside from their genius engineer/co-producer, Randy Wilson, and occasional guest musicians (St. Louisan Matt Sharpe, who plays sitar on the instrumental prelude to Elena; Christa's dad, he of the amazing basso profundo on Bloated Corpse's "San Pedro"; Jon Langford, of the Mekons and the Waco Brothers, who will narrate Elena in the role of a Welsh schoolmaster), Puerto Muerto pretty much do it all themselves.
That's exactly the way they like it. "I think it's fun because she's always around," Kelley says, glancing affectionately at his wife. Accompanied by their shepherd mix, Lenya, he and Meyer are spending the summer in St. Louis, apartment-sitting for a friend and working on new material before they head home to Chicago, where they moved a couple of years ago. "We can just start working on something anytime. Everyone comes up with crappy ideas sometimes, and it's helpful to have someone there to tell you it's crappy. It gets really hairy sometimes with a band. There'll be one songwriter but four guys that think they're all equal, and it's not true," Kelley concludes.
"It's kind of an interesting marriage," Meyer notes wryly. "In more ways than one." They crack up. After three years of marriage, they're in the habit of finishing each other's sentences, interjecting and augmenting, correcting and editing. Asked to differentiate their songwriting roles, they waver, equivocate; clearly, Puerto Muerto is greater than the sum of its parts. When Tim tries to say that Christa displays more of a classical influence, that he's "just a basic, traditional guitarist" who cut his teeth on dumb rock, Christa tells him he's selling himself short. When Tim admits that he gets jealous of Christa because she "gets all the attention," Christa snorts derisively and adds, "Because I'm a girl!" If their songwriting process resembles their conversational habits, it's a true collaboration. "I think something interesting comes out of it," Meyer remarks. "It'd be weird if one of us just did one thing."