All Tomorrow's Parties
Saturday 12 January 2013
Hosianna Mantra - Popul Vuh
Black Monk Time - The Monks
The Parable of Arable Land - The Red Crayola
Trout Mask Replica - Captain Beefheart and His Magic Band
Saturday 3 November 2012
The Doors
The first track on their self-titled debut is Break On Through (To The Other Side). The song is a spasm full of dangerous aggression, the exact type or aggression of aggression that would define punk a decade later. Morrison's voice tosses the song with enough momentum to carry it by itself and the rapid-fire percussion of Densmore only adds to this. As that track finishes burning up its fuel we move into Soul Kitchen. An atmosphere of occult rituals permeates throughout this piece of blues desperation complete with spiritual chants and mantras that invoke visions of world-weary clerics and travelling preachers, though with a Mephistophelian twist. The next track The Crystal Ship is a trance which creates visions that are romantic, pristine, desperate and fearful. Twentieth Century Woman is a another piece of blues, although this time it's re-imagined as a sarcastic ode to a woman who encompasses all the modern trends of fashionable attitude. The first half of the album ends with one the groups more famous tracks, Light My Fire, an opulent, mesmerizing hymn dedicated to the most primordial pleasures and fascinations (sex, fire, death). It weaves it's savage instinct around an anxious, albeit refined, tone. I Looked At You reveals a romantic inclination that is buried beneath a mountain of desperate chants and pleas that create an underlying danger;the romanticism is directly tied to the distress and anguish. End Of The Night is nocturnal hypnosis, enticing with it's beckoning melodrama and no less paranoid about it's reality than the more feverish pieces. Take It As It Comes is another melodramatic vortex of passive-aggressive despondency that serves as a recap of the whole album as we move into the final track. The End is the 11 minute opus that all the previous songs have been building up to, set pieces meant to create the mood and exacerbate the devastation of the final song. It begins with the light brushing of faint, exotic guitar while the nervous, schizophrenic percussion serves as the ultimate expression of neurosis in rock. Keyboards sound off in the distance like the warning signals of some unseen tragedy. The guitar picks up, rising and falling as if it too wants to send a message of foreboding danger. Morrison reads off a poem of romantic, sexual and dangerous tension. The imagery is apocalyptic, only the cataclysm is personal , the destruction of the ego. Mystical phrases and assortments of ghostly landscapes are carved out of this eternity. The piece stretches itself to the distant past and back to the present. As the song crescendos the percussion becomes more unpredictable;the guitar acts up in a frenzy. The tension comes to a fever pitch and all the sound engages in a melee, colliding and exploding before all energy is expended and the piece slowly descends into unconsciousness, before finally snuffing itself out with a final rattling moan.
Tuesday 30 October 2012
The Velvet Underground & Nico
Aesthetically, the album is composed of haunting, spectral ballads and rabid, frenzied jams. The opening track Sunday Morning is a seductive ode to the pleasure of gentle coming off a high. It is, essentially, the promise that happiness is the only prize for entering this realm. It hides its scars and lures the curious in. It is from this point that album is characterized by much more grim visions of humanity. The work has quickly revealed that it is not a paradise and we are left with only blunt, informal visions. The second track I'm Waiting for the Man is a percussive and obsessively rhythmic piece which serves as a look into the desperate, daily life of a junkie. The tone is simultaneously desperate and apathetic, the key to understanding "Reedian" poetry. The third track Femme Fatale serves as our first real encounter with Nico, whose gentle lullabies betray the sinister intentions she has. The effect is that we are left not sure is she an angel or a demon or simply the remnants of some ghost from some other time. The result is hypnotizing. The next track Venus in Furs delves us into much more uncomfortable territory. It unveils the mind set of the sexual sadists and masochists. It is debauchery at it's highest and it's lowest. The austere grating of viola and the slight touch of raga strip away the sexual appeal and leaves only a raw libido. This decadent display is followed by Run Run Run, a perfect expression of how desperate these lives are. It is, essentially, a series of short, but effective fables from the city. The mantras are chanted here with a new sense of energy. It is the trance of the city being broken, while the pulse remains intact, driving the piece forward. The first half of the album concludes with All Tomorrow's Parties, which serves as both another ritual dedicated to the nihilistic hedonism of this lifestyle and as a funeral for all the people involved. The second half of the album begins with Heroin, a clear contender for the most cathartic song on the entire album. It serves the orgasmic release of the all the tension, neurosis and paranoia that has been building up to this point. It creates a tone that is both warm but also hurtful, mimic the delirious sensation of it's title. The track is gentle one moment then destructive the next, blurring the line between the abrasive, ugly dirges and the gentle, comforting ballad. We continue into There She Goes Again, another parable, this time detailing the brutality and violence present in this world. The tone similarly detached from it describes, demonstrating the same apathy that has come to characterize the tone of all these stories. The next track, I'll Be Your Mirror, is another ballad from Nico, who gives of the same lascivious character. She is still an unknown creature, either a predator or a saviour The personality is as ambiguous as before and she still begs us to follow. The underlying simplicity of the track and it's folk leanings only make us more entranced and wary. The penultimate track is The Black Angel's Death Song, practically the definition of a funeral rite. It's fable on morality, told in all it's bleakness and paranoia. It is litany that plays as the Black Angel comes and it's grating delirium weakens us and begs us to follow. All the sickly and poisonous atmosphere is then shattered by the final track, European Son. This final piece is monstrous attack on everything we've seen up to this point. It attempts to destroy this entire creation through sheer aggression and engages in a cacophony that is the final chaos of this draining album. Ultimately, the album is an expression that is equal parts grim, violent, decadent and sensual; a paradox that is, essentially, the pieces leitmotif.
Sunday 28 October 2012
Introduction and Explanation
The purpose of this blog is to help foster and promote an appreciation of rock music that falls within a more "alternative" domain. That's not to say that every topic of discussion is going to highly esoteric and obscure in nature, but rather to create a better understanding of the thoughts I feel lay behind the idea of "alternative" acts. There are several reasons I chose to focus my attention on this. First of all, more mainstream acts already have a wide variety of coverage, simply as a by-product of being mainstream. Secondly, I personally find alternative acts to be more more interesting. Rock music as a whole is not a particularly artistic genre of music. It's "innovations" (or rather, pseudo-innovations) are usually derived from entirely different genres of music. In a sense rock music is less a genre in it's own right and more an assimilation of various ideas that originate from entirely different schools of music. By this point, rock has already adopted ideas and principles from electronic music, classical, jazz ,blues and the avant-garde, to name a few. I believe alternative acts help push rock beyond simply adopting the inventions of other genres and instead promote a much higher degree of original thought and aesthetic development. Consequently, a rather low bar of quality is placed on rock music and the idea of assimilating other genres ideas is considered as ground-breaking as actually coming up with entirely new ideas. This is, of course, promoted by the fact that the average rock listener has absolutely no knowledge of rock's history, let alone music history, and, thus can't distinguish between invention and convention. This is group of people who believe that psychedelic music is made up of whimsical pop tunes and people who equate commercial success with actual talent. Most importantly it's a group of people who, despite professing a love of rock music, still think of it as mere entertainment and not a real form of artistic expression. With this blog I hope to increase awareness of less well-known acts and, hopefully, promote an appreciation of rock's alternative side.
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