It’s a rare occurrence when an album is so utterly disconnected from anything relevant that there is little to say about in either positive or negative terms, though Sluka’s Introversions may be an exception to the rule. One even hesitates to outright call it a poor record– simply due to the fact that this record seems too calculated to be so knowingly awful.
Without spoiling too much, Introversions is most akin to a Yanni record where in the manhimself stepped into the booth, grabbed a handful of pills from a cereal, and said to the producer with completely black pupils, “give me every sound I’ve ever had on one layer.”Sluka’s sound is so overwhelmingly bombastic and cartoon-like that it sounds like a parody of a PBS live special – and perhaps it is.
The madness picks up with the track “Doctor Strangelove,” where a live performance of an otherwise entirely off the rails performance to an adoring audience. The tracks to sound like something cut up from every demo ever acquired and spliced into one comprehensive tune for the soundtrack of your mother’s date night.
Still, Chris Sluka himself doesn’t have a poor vocal range – it’s actually quite good. Had he chosen some more conventional instrumentation to accompany it, he’d sound like a more matured Wham! rather than the 13 tracks Introversions presents.
It truly doesn’t seem that Introversions was created to kiss off any fans or label – it seemslike a genuine effort to craft a record that embodies Sluka’s eras of musical discovery. But for Pete’s sake, could they have at least come up with a better album cover?