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The Mars Volta

Frances the Mute (Universal/Motown)

If Frances the Mute were a horror movie (and with all its ominous imagery, that's not much of a stretch), it would thrive on "gotcha!" moments -- those sudden shocks that make viewers spill their sodas or otherwise soil their seats. Acoustic strums set a mellow mood until intrusive riffs crash into the composition like a bloody hand thrusting through a bedroom window. A mildly melodic fandango abruptly yields to squawking horns, like a serene shot of roosting birds segueing into flesh-ripping talons.

To make this approach work, the placid passages must be mesmerizing enough to lull listeners into false security, and the jarring bursts must be so intense that their aftershocks keep pulses racing during the expository instrumental segments. In the past the Mars Volta has bungled this balance, either administering adrenaline overdoses or inducing terminal boredom. Frances the Mute, though, makes glacial momentum shifts compelling, mostly because the payoffs pack Titanic-meets-iceberg impact. The traditional song segments hiding in these sprawling four-part suites recall Talking Heads' polyrhythmic punk tribalism and Led Zeppelin's epic arena-size mysticism. Like King Crimson, its clearest progressive progenitor, the Mars Volta embraces symphonic string arrangements, slow-winding guitar squiggles, lost-in-the-mix choral accents and spasmodic signatures. But whereas '70s art-rockers aligned themselves with classical literature, the Mars Volta makes its own mythology. Its inscrutable bilingual lyric sheet offers no easy interpretation of its inspirations, which only enhances the experience. True terror always comes from what's not shown.

 
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