How ‘The Thing That Knowledge Can’t Eat’ Found Mike Keneally Brilliantly Searching Again

(Or: Mike Keneally and the crayon majestic)

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Any new Mike Keneally album is a thing of humming excitement and intrigue – and pending contradictions eloquently resolved. Forever searching along and within nooks and crannies of the soniverse for fresh sounds and patterns, Keneally surveys the majestic reaches and possibilities of sheer Music and grins.

Literally a shockingly talented musician, Keneally has the calm energy of someone who can pull off the most complex musical riff (on keyboards and/or guitar, sometimes simultaneously) in an effortless manner. In this way, he appears to simplify said melody/line, making it more accessible to the listener purely through the ease with which it is played. That latter verb is key.

In Keneally’s sonic cosmogeny the central sun is Play, that most rarified state of consciousness where problems become fun obstacles and every moment unpeels in raptures of sheer choice. There are, of course, the stern suns and luminous moons of discipline and skill and focus which all musicians comfortable in improvisatory settings require mastery of, but these are merely the gleaming instruments requisite for the ability to bounce unexpected ideas off one another into the mensurate world of melody and rhythm.



Pretty much the only consistent aspects of 2023’s The Thing That Knowledge Can’t Eat were Mike Keneally’s voice and trademark nursery rhyme approach to singing, his signature guitar tone – a kind of civil, considered distortion – and unpredictability (said sing-song vocal deliveries can unexpectedly soar into beautiful melodies and harmonies or more convoluted experiments and said tone can metamorphosize at will.)

The opening “Logos” – not, unexpectedly, the Greek term – had a gently compelling classical minimalist backing of piano and bass with vocals exploring various styles and scales. The lyrics, as in most Keneally songs, were whimsical, even silly: This is a mildly ironic ode to the phenomenon of, and philosophy behind, corporate logos.

We then took a decisive left into what sounds like a mid-’70s David Bowie riff on “Both Sides of the Street,” offset by mini-acoustic interludes leading to exhilaratingly soaring and intertwined guitars – goosebump city.

As with most of his solo works, highlights abound: The solos were a thing of (mostly) understated wonder. Keneally, when not involved as a guest in G3 guitar tours, shirks the show-off side of being a fabulous guitarist, often preferring a subtle, lingering impression over some flurry of virtuosic activity. Then you find the simplistic and sincere beauty of the delightfully titled “Mercury in Second Grade,” sprinkled with romantic melancholy.

Later, there was the churning assault of “Lana,” with its almost sludge metal, rolling momentum and ghostly harmonies, and perhaps the most visceral bursts of soloing on The Thing That Knowledge Can’t Eat. I can listen to Keneally soloing on guitar all day long: His chief musical idiom is progressive rock, but his restless creativity means that his solos tend to shapeshift at the drop of a hat, and contain wondrous gems of detail and quirk. He’s the musical equivalent of a master novelist.

The gemiest gems, then, for me, were the two instrumental tracks: “Celery” was propulsive from the get-go, Keneally and guest Steve Vai sharing and at one point mingling soloing duties to delightfully odd and innovative effect. “Ack” settled into a New Orleans-ian feel, horns initially leading the affair, guest guitarist Peter Tiehuis stepping in with a woozily off-kilter lead followed by the fond surprise of a brief violin solo. Grinning stuff.

Finally, the epic closer “The Carousel of Progress” showcased the central pattern of Mike Keneally, his ability to alter the course of a composition, here several times, in ways that are either seamless or conducted according to the composition’s unfolding internal logic. This song is a mini album in itself. A keeper for fans of this remarkable multi-instrumentalist singer-songwriter, The Thing That Knowledge Can’t Eat also served as a concise introduction to those unfamiliar with his storied oeuvre.

Mick Raubenheimer

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