KROL, MIKE
TURKEY (MERGE)
In bowling's hallowed alleys, a strike is the minor miracle of all ten pins falling at once. Back-to-back strikes make a double.
Do it a third time and you've got yourself a turkey. History will decide which sports metaphor to apply to Mike Krol's first two records, I Hate Jazz (2011) and Trust Fund (2013).
But as needle meets groove on Turkey - Krol's first record for Merge - there is no ambiguity.
A shiny black ball tumbles past the suburban strip malls of a polyestered Wisconsin and veers precariously close to an East Coast gutter before gathering momentum in a physics-defying sprint for the Pacific.
California is where the headpin falls - the right velocity, the perfect geometry, the bowler's intent beautifully realized in a noisy moment of awesome destruction.
Mike Krol got his bike stolen and his heart broken. He bailed on graphic-design-as-career.
He kept playing drums and guitars, and he kept writing songs about the stuff he hated and the stuff he loved.
Leaving Milwaukee for Los Angeles, he took a few years' worth of wrong turns. But when he showed up at a studio in Sacramento in March 2014, he had his affairs in order.
Plug the vocal mic into a guitar amp. Plug the guitar into an overheating box of vacuum tubes.
Put the computer in the closet. Roll the tape.