Out of tragedy, Brooklyn based Chappo deliver their third studio album, Do It. On the heels of their second album, after a period of touring, the band – singer Alex Chappo, guitarist David Feddock, and keyboardist Chris Olson – returned home. That record, Future Former Self, was a dense concept album, and between the labor of its creation and the stress of an extensive tour, the band had been thoroughly exhausted. Their holiday was short-lived, however. A series of tumultuous events occurred in succession: the band parted ways with their drummer, Alex's best friend committed suicide, a record was begun and abandoned, and Dave and his wife lost their young son, Winter.
Do It is a lithe, spangled tumble of a record. Rather than creating a memorial, the band decided to strike nearer to the wild heart of things by paring their sound down to its most primal and joyful components. From the smoldering "White Noise," to the kaleidoscopic, synth-tinged world of "Live My Life," Do It manages to refine Chappo's psych-rock proclivities into something deeply essential. It's a record that transmogrifies pain, and sadness, and boredom, and all the less-than-great parts of being a human being into a throbbing, galactic party.
The departure of their drummer, who also produced their first two albums, led the band to John Vanderslice, who invited them to record at his analogue studio Tiny Telephone in San Francisco. Recording to tape - being forced to make decisions quickly and decisively - melded nicely with their stripped-down approach. John also encouraged them to approach the songs they'd written with a sense of spontaneity, forcing them to record quickly and embrace the process of discovery.
In the end, the creation of Do It was an exercise in letting go. The members of Chappo, in the midst of personal tragedies and tumult, surrendered control in order to create their most fun, joyful work. Maybe, as the making of Do It suggests, the way out of sorrow is surrender.