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To begin with scurrilous rumor: The Glands' first album, 1997's Double Thriller, was so titled (the story goes) because the console upon which it was mixed was also used for Michael Jackson's Thriller. How that console was supposed to have gotten into a studio across the street from the 40 Watt Club in Athens, Georgia, is anybody's guess. But this untraceable bit of apocrypha is, actually, fairly characteristic of the music in question. Because listening to the sweet indie pop of the Glands richly rewards a peeling away of layers, to expose the roots beneath.
The band's very name, in fact, was reportedly selected via free musical association. "I always liked the Nerves," singer and guitarist Ross Shapiro once helpfully explained to Atlanta's Creative Loafing magazine, "so we just picked another body part." And in 2000, when the Glands signed with venerable Southern rock label Capricorn Records (former home to the Allman Brothers, the Marshall Tucker Band, and Lynyrd Skynyrd) for their beautifully accomplished sophomore release, they decided to forgo the whole title thing and simply name the record after themselves.
The Glands, immediately and widely praised for its accomplished, luxuriant arrangements, also invited several comparisons. If those comparisons at times seemed a bit too easy, they were also estimable: the Flaming Lips, Guided by Voices, Big Star, the Kinks, David Bowie, etc. The Glands appeared on several best-of-the-year lists, usually in the context of the band's potential to save indie rock from its despoilment by less talented, less accomplished performers. No less hip a publication than the Austin Chronicle famously proclaimed that "something this perfectly effortless can only be the result of intention."
And so, of course, the album all but disappeared from record store shelves for about seven months. But it's back now.
Capricorn recently became Vellocette Records, and in the process signed a rash of progressive indie bands as part of a company-wide makeover. But in the midst of all the boxing up and the paperwork, the Glands, along with several other groups, lost their distribution for a bit.
As far as Ross Shapiro's concerned, however, the Glands have their sights on the new work to be done. "I try not to listen to [previous records] too much," he says. "I always want to do some things differently. But by now, we're already in the midst of trying to get a new one together, so we're more focused on that."
Slowly, reports Shapiro, the highly anticipated follow-up to The Glandsis coming together, despite a disjointed touring schedule that prevents them from getting settled in one space. "We've already been recording, on and off. Our bass player recorded a couple of the songs from the last album, and we've been in his studio some. We'll probably spread [the recording venues] around a little bit. Ideally we'd like to be done by Christmas, but it's been hard for us to spend a long time in one place. Eventually we're going to have to just sit down for a long stretch."
Listening to Shapiro talk, you can almost hear the desire to wind down in the low, slow cadence of his voice. A moderately aggressive touring schedule, however, is postponing that luxury for a while longer.
Which is particularly nagging, given that the hands-on Glands produced the bulk of their first two albums themselves, and plan to repeat that process for the upcoming record. These days, though, the majority of the work has to take place onstage -- which, along with a recent shift in personnel, renders the band's challenges somewhat immediate.
"Certain things we don't even try," concedes Shapiro. "Something like 'Mayflower'" -- a lush and heavily produced track from their sophomore album -- "we've never even played that song in our current lineup."
And, oddly enough for a band that's been a locals' favorite since its inception, the Glands haven't played at home all that frequently in recent months.
"We actually don't play in Georgia all that much," says Shapiro, his voice lifting for a moment, as if it's a surprise to him as well. "The last time we played around here [in Athens] was February. We did play in Atlanta with [Latin big-jazz combo] Calexico about a month and a half ago. We came up the East Coast with them. It was great; they're super-nice guys and great musicians, fun to watch on a nightly basis. I don't know how well their fans liked us," he says, chuckling amiably, "but Atlanta's always good. And actually, that whole tour was good. We had a great time."
And despite those niggling distribution problems, the audiences have at least seemed passingly familiar with the evening's text.
"I guess because the last record hasn't really been in record stores that much, some of the crowds who show up to hear us might be coming on a word-of-mouth thing, but we've played up and down the East Coast a bit, so we've got a little more history there than other places. And not all that many people know the first album, in any case."
So who comes out to hear, when they're at home?