154
Everything else is derivative.
“…it’s hard to resist your own substance, you’d like to stop all this, give yourself time to think about it and listen without difficulty to your heartbeat, but it’s too late for that. This thing can never stop. This enormous steel box is on a collision course; we, inside it, are whirling madly with the machines and the Earth. All together, along with the thousands of little wheels and hammers that never strike at the same time, that make noises which shatter one another, some so violent that they release a kind of silence around them, which makes you feel a little better. You give into noise as you give in to war. As the machines you let yourself go with the two three ideas that are wobbling about at the top of your head. And that’s the end. From then on everything you look at, everything you touch is hard. And everything you still manage to remember more or less becomes as rigid as iron and loses its savor in your thoughts.” Celine, Journey to the End of the Night
“It’s not that I like the empire—I hate it—but there’s nothing I can do about it right now.” Luke Skywalker, Star Wars
3 comments:
o what a pearl
what a well made world
nice link. I haven't heard Chair's Missing, is it good? When I get money I plan to buy their entire catalog.
chairs missing may even be better, in that it's still pretty minimal and pretty punk, but with the creepiness and wacked out experimentalism (and loads of effects and keyboards) slipping in all around the edges. where 154 is pretty new wave in its avantgardeisms. they were on the steady slide into the 'keyboard and drum machine' band they'd become in the late 80s.
really, all three of these are amazing. and there's nothing NECESSARILY wrong with drum machines or keyboards. though Robert Gotobed is an awesome drummer, and their drum machines were pretty wack, as most non-rap 80s beats were i guess.
i like most of the 80s stuff well also though- i first encountered them via A Bell Is A Cup Until It Is Struck, which I bought on vinyl, with my mom, who was appalled by the pink jacket with the horse's head/filing cabinet art. I still think it's an amazing album, all soft squishy treated guitars in layer after layer of unsettling mush, and lyrics like "drag my canal, you saucy old salt" providing the closest thing to pop they ever got. RU intends to cover "The Queen of Ur and the King of Um" one of these days.
The Ideal Copy is also a remarkable album, though on first listen it's not hard to hear its dated 80s-ness primarily. But they never sounded much like anyone but themselves, and a second listen reveals some amazing bizarreness. including an acapella song about jaundice and airplanes and ambulances.
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