La Zero Skateboards fu fondata nel 1996 dallo skater professionista Jamie Thomas quando quest'ultimo militava nella Toy Machine, che lasciò, diventando il primo della Zero Skateboards.
Sartre said that Hell is other people. Dante imagined his enemies being punished in Hell. The title of this recording refers to a 1996 video made by Toy Machine Skateboard, in which police officers and fast food workers are continually serenaded by the “Stars and Stripes Forever.” Despite its inspiration, Joseph Shabason seems to characterize Hell as a place where there are so many fascinating types of music being played that you might enjoy the trip.
Shabason has spent the last 15 or so years making amalgams of indie rock, jazz and electronica. His own instrument is the saxophone, and he is an adroit performer. But unlike most releases from, say, Thirsty Ear’s Blue Series, where the jazz was front and center and the electronica an adornment, Welcome to Hell puts jazz instruments and electronic music on an equal footing. In fact, the latter are sometimes more forward in the mix, with a sultry saxophone section, muted trumpets, singing, electric guitar and bass in the accompanying cohort. “Brian Anderson/Satva Leung” is a signature example, with funky electronic stabs overriding fusion brass melodies.
“Ed Templeton” is a particularly satisfying use of analog electronica bleeps in a discordant ostinato, with sampled engine noise being disruptive and cymbals backing up the beat. “Jamie Thomas” features skittering percussion with a limpid bassline alongside slabs of chordal keyboards. The glissando wheel is copiously used, and a wayward tune on synthesizer is abetted by vibraphone and Fender Rhodes. The piece gets progressively busier, with swooping downward bends, the “alien landing” effect, at its close. “Zero/Donny Barley” is a suave R&B ballad with a combination of electric and analog percussion and a propulsive bass riff. The main tune is doubled by keyboard and wordless vocals. The horns return to provide atmosphere, only to have the electronics take over the proceedings. They move to a fever pitch, only to have things go through a wormhole back to the opening material, with the vocals put further forward in the mix.
The album closes with the title track, a slow-paced song with blurry synths and vocals in octaves, this time singing words. The vocal melody repeats over and over, until its tune is briefly taken over by guitar. Synths provide harmonic grounding, while a second instrument whorls insistently. The ambling tempo never changes, nor does the repeating melody, although there is an unwinding spoken sample at the very end that brings things to a close. A chill ending to a frequently provocative recording.