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Join Date: Nov 2005
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yeah it's more touching but it's kinda like the town bicycle, you know everybody's been touchin her. makes it slightly devalued to me. i mean, i've heard my mom sing in the aeroplane over the sea. i've heard a couple of those songs sung more often by other people than by NMH. sure that might be conceited but it's a lot easier to feel a personal connection to a song if it's, you know, personal.
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Join Date: Apr 2006
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Deerhunter-Microcastle
This is a hard album to describe but I guess a good place to start is that I like it. It's very familiar, very different from itself throughout the album and I can't really make a good comparison maybe Panda Bear/Animal Collective is the closest but that feels like a stretch. It's one of those that feel best when listened all the way through. The Raincoats-Self Titled This is one hundred percent pure fun and kind of cute. Violent Femmes-Self Titled When I was like 5 Blister in the Sun would play on the radio all the time and I really liked it. Radio play slowed a bit as I got older and I must have been twelve and hadn't heard it in a while, found it on my parents (mostly horrible) cd shelf and stole it from them. It was instant love, of course. Who can resist something so sing-songy and fun?
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Disco Inferno - D.I. Go Pop
1994 ![]() I suppose the first thing to comment on should be the “irony” of the title. Most would not call this a pop album. I do not really have a problem with calling this a pop album, at its core it consists of simple melodies and it caters to the tastes of a target audience. This does not say anything about the quality of the album, nor does it tell you how to approach listening to it. It's not the kind of album you can have a distinct impression of ten seconds in. Each song takes time to digest, needs time to let its internal structure unfold. All you get at first is chaos. Musique concrète gets a distinct makeover; with more of a feel for mood and texture than a group like say Art of Noise, Disco Inferno shroud their songs in dense sound collages, with the individual sounds taking on musical color as they are modulated and looped. The mood is claustrophobic, like tightly constrained insanity, and the lyrics are pessimistic, the center will not hold. These could be dissected Joy Division songs, revealing an even deeper cacophony. The use of crashing waves on “A Whole Wide World Ahead” is perfect. The album is almost over. You've reached the shore. You know it can only end with a yearning for more. Now you're standing on top of the cliffs at Dover Beach, staring into the abyss. We'll hold our ground till it's too tough to bear Then we'll go somewhere safe or at least go somewhere Because the whole damn world is mutual ground And love is no shelter from the madness around All we need is a corner at the edge of a map And we'll be out of this place with its dead ending traps The song drifts into a dream, the waves have grown more violent, thunder, guitar, and slowly it all fades away. The sound of running footsteps in the snow is magical. Then bells, more delight, and for the first time vocals that sound somewhat hopeful. Something about Lazarus; magic, resurrection, yipee! What a delightful way to end an album. But apparently the landlady doesn't like it. That's pretty embarrassing. I mean, the woman is hearing my 18th favorite record of all time performed and she doesn't seem to be appreciating it at all. I'm nonplussed. “In Sharky Water,” the first track on the album, kicks it all off, appropriately enough, with the sound of water being poured. The sample is looped in a complex, dynamic rhythm, as the drums pick up, only to be pushed aside by monstrous, pounding, minimalist bass. It sounds like a rock anthem trying to keep itself from collapsing. And quickly it does, back into water, and has to reassemble itself. The style of musical composition seems equal parts post-rock climactics and Burroughs cut-and-paste. It's love it or hate it, obviously. It can sound tremendously chaotic, and bleak, but that's the point. You only get as much as you're willing to give. |
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