I’m a big fan of the new Sleigh Bells single
But it reminds me of something else. And no it’s not A Tale of Two Cities.
There are only so many notes and chords out there and what went around comes back to grab you by your ears and shake your butt.
Purists are fantasists in a non-existent universe.
This video should be an anti-drug PSA but that would be a waste because it’s so much more.
It’s L’Avventura for those whose attention spans have been fried by too much coke and TV.
I don’t think I have ever seen a more harrowing depiction of emptiness. I can almost feel the cold heat of the morning after sun on the outskirts of these frames.
This is Antonioni with a shot of meth. Miley Cyrus is Monica Vitti with gold teeth and a cocaine tongue.
And like Antonioni‘s work this video depicts the existential dread and boredom of the over-privileged. Here just pantomiming “fun” with empty mimicry of African-American cool. Its bleak and cold and ultimately a denial of life more harrowing than a Kurt Cobain wail at the end of Smells Like Teen Spirit.
And all sound tracked to what can only be the “Having a Party” for new millennials.
Like the Sam Cooke classic this tune’s music belies the sadness and angst of another empty night of throwing down. With almost the same weariness of Sam Cooke in that song the singer is almost exhausted at the prospect of another all-nighter of “molly” and meth.
I have never heard a more depressingly ambiguous song about partying since the Cooke classic where the lyrics claim one thing with the music and delivery contradicting it at every phrase.
This is the abyss and it’s starting back at you with a mocking tongue through gold plated teeth.
I was up late one night and St. Elmo’s Fire with a screenplay by Brett Easton Ellis came on and everyone was strung out on heroin and Rob Lowe’s character was the film’s artistic conscience as he let his soul flow into his Pro Tools on his Mac Book Pro and the Judd Nelson “yuppie scum” stand in character kept telling him that music made on laptops had no soul and to trade in his Mac for a saxophone.
At least that’s the way I remember the movie but that night was a long time ago and I’m getting older and my memory isn’t what it used to be…
Normally I hate most any hipster song/film/novel about real life serial killers but fuck if this tune isn’t more than that.
Mortality and death and disease and the ever crumbling human condition.
It won’t be god or the heavenly angels that will save you but just an unexpected good tune in the wee wee hours.
you’re all you’ve got
and that should be enough even when its not
I wonder how many times Kevin Shields listened to this before forming My Bloody Valentine?
do you want to remember what it’s like to be 7 when the world was terrifying and new?
do you want to read a fairy tale that reads more like a magical realist transmission from that 7 year old kid that’s lurking underneath your cruelly mundane adult skin?
do you want the best recipe in the world for lemon pancakes?