I
decided to first listen to this album just before dusk and stare into the sun
for every track except number 17// Mine came in a large box with other stuff I
ordered and was at the bottom of the box with a 5 pound box of car care
products stacked on top of it// That evening, I fell into a place where two
seas met// It was boring and not interesting at all// I was expecting a cosmic
ride of nature and bliss/ but I guess that'd really depend on the sort of party
you'd throw...// My theory is that the album is about extinction of our
species, technology as a replacement, and then the extinction of that// I can only
listen to it on my PSP, and the folder lists everything in alphabetical order
and I'm so frustrated// What was once considered imagination has now become a global discourse
which is rooted in/ The Little House on the Prairie// Color me hyped// I just wrote this review because it really is my
opinion and I think this view should be represented a bit better.
Some
artists like to push the square boundaries and it undermines them (not
genuine), others like to remain safely within the square and it undermines
them/ much like the doomsayers who constantly complain about society's lack of
a global conscience// As it stands, however, their aural magic is as evocative
as ever, and with their alchemical skills, they could well invent a fifth
element, or more// They have families now. How cool is that?// Sure, the
endless game playing, the continual puzzles do tire after a while/ but it sounds fresh and vital. They're looking back to take their sound
forwards// I've
been fantarding over them for the past 10 or 11 years, and they're one of my
favorite bands ever// Their target market? Doomsday preppers/ faggots, white
people, Fins, posers, serious americans and blatant trolls!
If, heaven
forbid, Google does become sentient and chooses to turn our nuclear weapons
against us for the ‘greater good’ I couldn’t imagine a better soundtrack to
accompany an endless trek across the barren wastelands// Listen with the lights on/ because the fabric of their music is
creating complex, confounding scenarios that tease the mind as much as they
satisfy it// You just let it happen to you like rape role play// The granular murk of earlier
albums is gone, allowing/ an eclectic mix of
grimy, melodic moments that range from creepy to happy, and all the grey in
between// Informed by some of the more unhinged talents of the dubstep sphere,
the drums are delivered with near physical precision, impacting on your chest
with a tribal grace// A symphony of mobile phone interference (or some equivalent
digital noise) is looped into a rhythm with a low-slung bassline and slo-mo
beats// Behind a wall of undulating synths there are fragments of what could be
alien transmissions/ like a buzzing fly trapped in a jam jar – or maybe a
synthesised didgeridoo// There are some strange, distended vocal yelps// This album is one of the deepest stuff I ever listened
in my life// Listen to it tonight and
then listen to it tomorrow night and then listen to it monday night, and
preferably tuesday night as well.
You
ever felt like you really gotta use the bathroom and when you're doing your
business, next to nothing comes out?// There is nothing radically new here –
just a slight overhauling of tone, a broadening of theme and a refinement of
technique// Such an approach is perfectly suited to the echo chamber dynamics
of modern music news, where each new tidbit of information brings the story
back to the top of the timeline// Occasionally it'll pull you out of your
work-induced trance to induce a "whoah" kind of moment, but it's not
DEMANDING of your full focus to enjoy it// Some might call that art, but I call
it an easy fish to fry, and not particularly memorable// Imagine quarantines,
shady military decisions made coming through your walkie talkie, and total
desolation// Nobody
would notice if you put a rubber band on your glasses, so they wouldn't fall
down while you're talking.
One
day I was falling in and out of sleep while listing to this album, the results
of this were extremely interesting// I saw not a soul in sight, and I remember
feeling so lonely and terrified of how surreal and empty the whole world felt// I'm afraid I can't really
remember what it sounded like// I honestly
couldn't finish the album in one sitting because I found it really redundant// I'm ill and potentially facing serious medical
problems at the moment, so maybe this just puts me in a really bad mood// As such it’s difficult not to feel a bit cynical about
the whole thing, particularly given that/ I somehow own three of their albums
so far but I can't say I'm head over heels about any of them// I just wanted to
let you know that your face is the most annoying thing I have ever seen// If
you haven't even read this far, if you're already thinking of ways to insult me
or tell me I'm wrong or explain why you're not pretentious: you're
pretentious// I feel like my dog and I are on this desperate escape from the
abyss and nothingness of my environment.
Here's
how you can tell if someone is pretentious about their music: they can't
understand why someone might like/dislike a certain song/band/genre// Besides
the fact that they seem to over do the arppegiator/ they argue constantly that
they have GREAT taste in music and explain in detail why this is so and why
others are wrong. Maybe
they need more time to realize the opposite?// I
recommend the 6-900 µg range// It creates a mixture of emotions so closely
fused that they're almost unidentifiable// The way it’s framed warrants
unfriendly feelings of isolation, grief, and malaise yet there’s also this
nagging, embalming warmth to it that surfaces shortly after// Its the fuckin
shits!
This
review is total clown shoes// I am currently testing my trackpads sensitivity
as it keeps jumping around/ so
before you call me an idiot make sure you actually understand what you are
talking about// There is a lot more that I could
say about this record. But as with many critically acclaimed albums I often
wonder if I should even bother// I can also judge your judgement and say it is
invalid. I'm judging everything but I hate people who judge things.
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