People Skills

People Skills

Hum Of The Non-Engine

Digital Regress

"People Skills could probably kill an hour or two watching you scrape the goo off your mukluks after escorting repeated tromps through the brack-befouled trench between music and non-music. You put on a show for him, he’ll put on a show for you. Everyone shows a little leg, we all go home winners. "On his first new LP since the 2014 (Siltbreeze) and 2017 (Blackest Ever Black) touchstones, he blends 'song-related' material with off-kilter signal garble to emit fidelity impaired pop-surrender by the wheeze-load. Haunted visions in the spirit of Kye, M-Squared, and Petri Supply stud the lonesome strum with equipment malfunctions and other miscellaneous environmental gack. Hum Of The Non-Engine sheds some more light on bona fide PS singles that trickled out on compilations over the last two years and maps a beautiful merging of derisive collage and the world-weary song-smithery of our friends at the top and bottom ends of the globe." -Seymour Glass (Glands of External Secretion, Bananafish)

People Skills

Tricephalic Head

Siltbreeze

Following a self-titled cassette (Psychic Mule, 2013), People Skills serve up a first LP of deceptively relaxed songs. As per usual, deductions are to be made on the consciousness of the character; the important thing is that in the ensuing spatial vagueness, Jesse De really comes into his own. The influence of Graham Lambkin has become so staggeringly panoramic over the past decade it seems to demand participation and here it is, inscribed by the chance blurts of Die Spielverderber and the slow attitude of The University Punx, and played from the loner-folk-side-in—that is, for feeling felt. And the laziness is projective; always managing to sound looser and more vivid than it seemed a couple of seconds before, shifting from lyrical to terse by way of The Rebel. And if that doesn’t get you, consider the mortal words of John Berryman: “Well hell / I’m not writing an autobiography-in-verse.” As a first-person hallucination recorded memory, this plays somewhere between full-blown De narrative and snapshot. Regardless, we’re blazing into a new era and this one will go perfect in one of those new rabbit-computer cafés.