Mike Krol

Mike Krol, lately of Los Angeles, has mostly been a bridesmaid. Until now. With the release of I HATE JAZZ, Krol dons the white dress, walks the aisle, and steps up to the altar. That metaphor mercifully played out, we commence with the specifics. From the Midwest (Madison, WI) to the East Coast (New Haven, CT) to the West Coast, Krol has been drummer (Whatfor, Time Since Western), fill in guitarist/roadie (Sleeping in the Aviary), graphic designer (Elden Calder, National Beekeepers Society, Icarus Himself, Invade Rome, Science of Sound, The Frequency), and persona grata among an ever-growing web of aesthetic comrades. But now the spotlight is his; I HATE JAZZ, recorded mostly in Minneapolis and mixed mostly on a crappy computer in Connecticut, is sixteen minutes and several sheets of paper that represent all-things-Krol at the beginning of the second decade of this weird century. He’s preoccupied with the end of the world and wants to burn your house to the ground. Counterintuitively, that urgency was a long time in the making; as he laments in closer “A Million Times,” Krol spent nine whole years failing to make this record more than a sketch. But now it’s real, Krol perched in an Eames chair, floating in a blaze orange ether, staring at your face and asking — no, telling — you to ch ch ch ch ch ch ch ch check it out. Now. Krol is no longer behind the scenes. You’ve been warned. Read more on Last.fm. User-contributed text is available under the Creative Commons By-SA License; additional terms may apply.