This lumbering behemoth is a 4/4-time hymn to all that is menacing. It’s built around a simple progression of four minor chords and is a haunted house in musical form. It starts out sounding like Dead Can Dance Performing in the Sahara Desert; and when the vocals start, well I can’t quite place who he sounds like but it’s menacing as hell and I love it.
Throwing out highly technical terms for various toxins, the singer describes a poisonous relationship. (Check out the Genius annotations for the song.) At about the 1:30 mark, the momentum stops in order to observe a moment of reverence in the form of a canon pulled from the Church of Evil Daft Punk. As the buzzsaw organ repeats its theme slowly a warble is built-in, until we get to the point of madness. The lyrics then offer this strange inversion: “She doesn’t need my help poisoning the well beneath the rue leaves. She only needs my help pleasuring herself beneath the rue leaves.” Continue reading “I Am Chemistry by Yeasayer”
I will admit to being a Bon Iver fanboy. Pretty much everything Justin Vernon touches turns to gold; from his incredible work as Volcano Choir (especially their second album, “Repave”) to his subtle additions on the insanely catchy Kanye West-led “Monster” (warning for those of you who aren’t familiar: it features graphic language).
But back to Bon Iver. I’m still getting into his latest album, “22, A Million” but I’m sure I’ll love it. (Here’s a pretty good review of “22, A Million” in case you’re curious.) This guy just seems to find deep spaces in my mind and create music out of them, using a lexicon I’ve either forgotten or never figured out how to use. Continue reading ““Beth/Rest” by Bon Iver”
Every day in the US, 48 children (or teens) are shot. (Source)
It’s getting harder for middle class families to cut it. (Source. And counterpoint.)
The United States is no longer a democracy; rather, it is an oligarchy, ruled by a small class of economic elites. (Source 1. Source 2. And counterpoint. )
The War on Terror continues full steam, and the bodies are piling up. (Source.)
Merry Christmas, everyone!
If you take more than a cursory glance at the news, like I do, it’s easy to despair, and to feel that the traditional sentiments of this time of year are just saccharine and banal, offering little in the way of real hope.
I’ll admit that in the face of overwhelming circumstances, it’s easy to ask the big questions. What can I do? How can I make one bit of difference? What’s the point?
It should come as no surprise that I’m not the first one to ask that question. And as I’ve wrestled with it the last few weeks, there are two writings that have been significant comfort to me.
Continue reading “Straining to Hear the Bells on Christmas Day”
In the last post on this topic I discussed “Bombs Away” by the Police; in that song, we found a sobering and dark message embedded in a pert and bouncy melody, and touched on similar techniques of juxtaposition in pop art.
This next song tackling a dark theme in a shockingly upbeat way is Elton John’s “I Think I’m Going to Kill Myself.” Included on 1972’s “Honky Chateau” album (possibly one of his finest, if also more understated, records).
The song starts out in a minor key, so the initial feeling is one of unease. And the opening lines only reinforce that feeling:
I’m getting bored, being part of mankind;
there’s not a lot to do no more.
This race is a waste of time.
So the nihilism sets in early, and fast. He then launches quickly into talking about purchasing a gun (“I think I’ll buy a .44 and give ’em all a surprise”).
Continue reading “Ditties About Destruction, vol. 2: I Think I’m Going To Kill Myself”
Lately I’ve been listening a lot to the “Guardians of the Galaxy” soundtrack
. The cover art
pays tribute to the touching (if somewhat predictable) story behind the improbable collection of late 70s pop that suffuses that comical interstellar romp: it’s a mixtape given to the protagonist by his ailing mother. (No real spoilers, all of this happens in the first 5 minutes of the film.) I say “improbable” because, while you’re likely to recognize most of the songs on this album, there’s no “Rocket Man,” no “YMCA” or “Brick House.” The songs feel like deep cuts but they’re all readily recognizable; at the very least, you’ll know Blue Swede’s “More Than a Feeling” as the “ooka-chaka” song that played behind that eery dancing baby from the late 90s
Granted, you’ve got the Jackson 5, David Bowie, and Norman Greenbaum’s “Spirit in the Sky” (also featured in the soundtrack to the film “Phenomenon”
which, despite being a forgettable film, had a very good soundtrack). The song that I keep listening to, though, is “I’m Not In Love” by 10cc
. Like many of the other songs on this album, the song was very familiar, though “10cc” was not a name I recognized. But the melody, the chords, were so resonant, that I’ve been listening to more of them, and I’ve been really impressed.
Continue reading ““Don’t Hang Up” by 10cc”