HERE LIES MAN: YOU WILL KNOW NOTHING
HERE LIES MAN
You Will Know Nothing
I’m writing in the middle of a heat wave while trapped in the hottest room in the house without AC, and Here Lies Man has become more than metaphor. It’s the essential state of suffering—the very reality of being!—and You Will Know Nothing becomes the soundtrack to said suffering, comprehensively embodying the sweltering undulating rhythm of pure heat. It’s been endlessly documented that the influences of Afrobeat and Black Sabbath are at work in the music of Here Lies Man. But to this listener, there’s a lot of Power of Zeus and Paul Ngozi—and the Ngozi Family—represented as well. The boiling-cauldron drums and the fuzzed-out lo-fi vocals point to a particular refinement of that aesthetic. But this album is specific to its time and place, too, expanding beyond the boundaries of its influences. On Nothing, Here Lies Man elaborate on the music of their first album, most profoundly on “Summon Fire” and “You Ought to Know,” while the disorienting propulsive “Blindness” suggests the aliment suffered by the protagonists in José Saramago’s novel of the same name, creating a half-there image of a world collapsing both inward and out. A palpable frustration hammers at the heart of this album, something only mitigated by dancing straight through the exhaustion. The refrain of “Fighting” serves as constant reminder: there is no way out. So shut your fucking mouth—suffering in silence has never sounded so good.