A fitting analogy is one which likens the history of the engine to a steamroller, gathering momentum slowly and steadily to reach peak performance in the last hundred or so years. In a broad sense, engines have populated this reality for a much longer time than human consciousness can comprehend, the lineage traceable back to single celled entities that once called the oceans home. In this broadest sense, the engine is understood as anything that converts a particular form of force into another form of force. The engine, in this broadest sense is a node in the transfer of energy, a stopping point between an origin and infinity.
The history of the engine, as we understand it in this sense, is a trajectory for systems of ever increasing complexity. The bull, the coal burning engine and the firearm each represent landmark points on this trajectory, with all three possessing incredibly similar, and incredibly dissimilar traits, and bound together under the framework of force.
Where popular texts situate man as the motivation behind the presence of the engine, and construct a limited and shortsighted genealogy, the truth is much larger and much more sinister. The human race is an onlooker while the history of the engine, in all senses of the word, unfolds. None of whatever is in motion now can be stopped, regardless of the wills and desires of people.
Measured In Angles is a four-piece rock band including members from both sides of the American/Canadian border. Windsor Ontario and Detroit Michigan represent a sort of high-water mark in the relationship between man and his engines, in as much as it’s own geographical history is tied to the automotive industry. It would be untrue to suggest that the sort of malaise that permeates any area so heavily indebted to toil and life-destroying labor has not had an impact on the sound. Measured In Angles is in some sense the sound of gears turning and assembly lines trundling along, performed on traditional rock instruments. Loud, repetitive and dense. There is no pretense here to suggest a fondness for the trappings of indie rock ‘artistry’. It just is what it is and makes no claims to being anything other than that.
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i like the new songs... i played with you guys in buffalo when i was with drivers to warsaw... shits sounding awesome... your music reminds me of naked women... touching each other.
Thanks for making the drive last night boys! Much awesomeness as always... It really sucks playing after you.. kinda makes you feel like sloppy seconds.. Vince, I know you can relate!!
