Around here you learn early on, usually in 9th grade earth science lab, that to know something you must cut it in half and examine the middle. Hamster brains, submarine sandwiches, who-dun-it novels, old growth evergreens, whatevs. The beginning and the end never really tell you all that much. It's the center, the core, the middle, the medium, the halfway point that gets at the thing's essence. Find it with a scalpel or a dagger or a dull ax meant for chopping wet cord wood. It doesn't matter how. Get to it, and get it under a microscope, and then you will know.
When you lay Fake Surfers, the fourth full-length release (the third on In the Red) by the Intelligence, flat on its back and slice it dead down the middle with a butter knife or an X-acto blade, you wind up six hot seconds into a love poem titled "Fuck Eat Skull," at which point the circular saw guitar has gathered enough strength to tell the Portland, Oregon junk-pop band to whom the track is dedicated, "Yes, I borrowed your Pontiac and returned it without a rear bumper or a steering wheel. What of it?" Later, king-pin Lars Finberg lets the song cool on its jets from time to time and in the almost-empty pauses where keyboards sound like Sunday mornings, or maybe like early-80s surrealist psych slop--you know, the stuff you can really put on your trench coat and dance to--you will be tempted to draw meaning. Don't. I mean, sure, Beren Ekine Huett plays in both the Intelligence and the band that's getting flipped the funny finger, but what does that have
to do with the essence of tea in Bolivia or secrets about ancient Chinese marching powder?

Likewise, it would be imprudent to attempt to gather too much from "Warm Transfers," a by turns churning and whistling British-feeling ditty charged with issuing a cherry little, "I don't like you or the 21st century fuel-saving robot you roller-skated in here with." Ditto "Pony People." The Intelligence stole that one from another junk-pop outfit, this one from L.A., called Wounded Lion. And yeah, yeah, yeah, Brad Eberhard from that band plays with this one sometimes, too (some crafty poacher that Finberg, eh?) but that doesn't mean anything. Not really. Brian Carver from Christmas Island and Monty Buckles -- you know that guy, right? kind of a dark horse fellow who fronts the Lamps and in the meantime makes YouTube videos about killer grandmas? -- they also contributed to the twelve tracks herein. Do you think I care?

Study the center, kid. I'm telling you: That's where it's at.

Featuring current members of Tin Horn Prayer and ex members of Only Thunder, Sleeper Horse and Ron's.