the Mountain Goats
with Heather McEntire
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In 2014, John Darnielle’s novel Wolf in White Van spent several weeks on the New York Times Bestseller List and was nominated for the National Book Award. On April 7, 2015 Darnielle and his band the Mountain Goats return with Beat the Champ a collection of songs about professional wrestling.
“I wrote these songs to re-immerse myself in the blood and fire of the visions that spoke to me aschild, and to see what more there might be in them now that I’m grown,” Darnielle says of Beat the Champ’s 12 songs.
The Mountain Goats (John Darnielle, Peter Hughes, and Jon Wurster) have also announced their first round of shows in support of Beat the Champ. Listen and share “The Legend of Chavo Guerrero” now. In addition, Joseph Fink of Welcome to Night Vale wrote few words about the album, which you can read below.
Beat the Champ is available for pre-order now on CD, standard double-LP, and deluxe double-LP in the Merge store. The deluxe version will be pressed on limited-edition colored vinyl (gold and green) and include bonus red vinyl 12-inch that features the non-album track “Blood Capsules” and dub version of the same song on the B-side. Both the standard and deluxe LPs include coupon for full album download.
Joseph Fink on Beat the Champ:
I have been asked to write a bit about the upcoming album by the Mountain Goats called Beat the Champ. There is little would love to do more.
Unfortunately I am a fiction writer, which is to say I am a liar. As a result, there are a number of lies below. Sorry about that. I’ve done my best to point out which parts are true.
Let’s start with this. The Mountain Goats are releasing a new album. The name of this album is Beat the Champ. It is, as any fan of the band will expect, heartbreaking and
heartreviving album about imperfect people described perfectly, with melodies that will stay with you for days.
There are also things about it that even longtime fans will not expect.
That’s all true.
The Mountain Goats, if you are not a longtime fan, is an itinerant, pseudomystical motorcycle cult that raises money throughregional chain of discount furniture outlets
and the occasional musical release in order to fund their mysterious rituals and sacrifices enacted upon the highways and backroads of America.
That’s true as well.
The songs in Beat the Champ are about the simple and beautiful stories of professional wrestling as seen by fans who need something simple in their messy lives.
The songs are also about the complicated and beautiful lives of the people who work in professional wrestling, who do their best to entertain, to leavemark, and, when all else
fails, to survive.
It is an album about, as the chorus of one of its tracks puts it, “nameless bodies in unremembered rooms.” think that the entire career of the Mountain Goats has been about
giving names to nameless bodies, and remembering unremembered rooms. I can’t think of more worthy cause.
The most famous wrestling match of all time was, of course, the Dunkirk Lion versus Hunk the Monk in their 1977 flaming cage match at Apocalypse Rumble: Pittsburgh. The match was to be held over an open spike pit and was to feature heavy mallets swinging wildly
from wires. The match was so outrageously dangerous that both wrestlers refused to participate, and the resulting fan riot leveled the city, allowing for construction of the new
Pittsburgh that stands today.
The least famous wrestling match of all time was between Shannon Kim and Maggie Lucero, in Maggie’s backyard in Moorpark, CA, their faces pushed into the wet grass,
neither quite sure how wrestling worked, but both feeling the joy of seeing what bodies are capable of, neither able to do much but shove the other and slip on the damp ground, just few minutes of half-hearted wrestling and then they biked down to the weed-filled canyon out behind their housing development and dared each other to climb to the top of cinderblock retaining wall.
Beat the Champ is a gorgeous album that sees the Mountain Goats expand themselvesmusically, in startling and exciting ways. Here is a jazz chord progression over brushed cymbals. Here istrack that spirals out from verse and chorus intoslow, hazy piano solo.
Here are pounding drums straight frommetal record. And here, as always, are songs like no one else can write them. Like no one else does write them.
Everything I’ve said so far is true. So is this:
When my father was dying, literally was on his deathbed, although we did not know it, he and I sang songs by the Mountain Goats together.
After finishing singing one of the songs, my father leaned his head back, looked over to beam of sun coming in fromwindow withgorgeous view of the Hollywood Hills that he could not see from his bed, and said: “What an optimistic man.” He died two days later.
Nameless bodies in unremembered rooms. What an optimistic man. What an album. What a goddamn album.
