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Lapse into Elapse-O
by RJ Rodriguez-Lewis posted February 10, 2008
From the recent realization that pop music is unable to dig itself out of rotting-bottom of the barrel of cheap tricks and short-shelf-life pleasures, I have resorted to the fulfilling medium that is film. That's right, hot off the press, I officially hate music-- you can quadruple quote me on that one. I have no idea whether or not our once steamy passionate romance will ever un-cripple itself and rekindle, the future is unwritten.
Hmmm, film. Film and its movie stars and wide-eyed shiny graphics, it's mysterious and megalomaniac directors-what's not to love? I was watching a Lynch film recently and the company in which I kept expressed their confusion towards the film's plot. Forcing my mouth shut in frustration, I nervously bit my lip and took a deep breath…
When are people going to divorce from their infantile need for ready-meal plotlines, sugary sweet, organized to a-T for pleasant digestion? I have to admit, this confusion among my peers gave me satisfaction, because I often find myself liking a film simply for the fact that many people hate it. That goes for most art, because at least the expression provokes an expression-even if it is hate, and the worst type of art is art that provokes nothing but apathy. Point being, I admire Lynch for his manipulation of cinematic language, his dream-grammar plotlines that are linked by common visual themes rather than any action concretely tying them together, neatly with a pink bow. The experience automatically becomes unique, for it's not just a movie-watching, it's a visual experience that has the potential to be completely new, and that's exciting.
Same goes for sonic artists Elapse-O. Much like their noisy Oxfordian peers, their creations are closer to a type of sonic yoga for the ears than anything else. Like anything worth listening to, it's truly a unique experience, without ties to common conventions found in most popular song. Their cyclic nature produces enthralling combinations of elusive textures-full of drum beats, drones, and loud guitar/bass duels. It's not about offering the run-of-the-mill verse/chorus model, but soothing audiences to death with a voice that dates back before language, before verse/chorus models. Imagine listening to your favorite shoe-gazy pop outfits, but underwater-or in the middle of the washing machine spin cycle, or underneath blankets of fuzzy static. Elapse-O offer a truly seductive sound, one that's definitely worth the investigation.
Oh ya, I lied. Turns out I don't hate music after all.
Hmmm, film. Film and its movie stars and wide-eyed shiny graphics, it's mysterious and megalomaniac directors-what's not to love? I was watching a Lynch film recently and the company in which I kept expressed their confusion towards the film's plot. Forcing my mouth shut in frustration, I nervously bit my lip and took a deep breath…
When are people going to divorce from their infantile need for ready-meal plotlines, sugary sweet, organized to a-T for pleasant digestion? I have to admit, this confusion among my peers gave me satisfaction, because I often find myself liking a film simply for the fact that many people hate it. That goes for most art, because at least the expression provokes an expression-even if it is hate, and the worst type of art is art that provokes nothing but apathy. Point being, I admire Lynch for his manipulation of cinematic language, his dream-grammar plotlines that are linked by common visual themes rather than any action concretely tying them together, neatly with a pink bow. The experience automatically becomes unique, for it's not just a movie-watching, it's a visual experience that has the potential to be completely new, and that's exciting.
Same goes for sonic artists Elapse-O. Much like their noisy Oxfordian peers, their creations are closer to a type of sonic yoga for the ears than anything else. Like anything worth listening to, it's truly a unique experience, without ties to common conventions found in most popular song. Their cyclic nature produces enthralling combinations of elusive textures-full of drum beats, drones, and loud guitar/bass duels. It's not about offering the run-of-the-mill verse/chorus model, but soothing audiences to death with a voice that dates back before language, before verse/chorus models. Imagine listening to your favorite shoe-gazy pop outfits, but underwater-or in the middle of the washing machine spin cycle, or underneath blankets of fuzzy static. Elapse-O offer a truly seductive sound, one that's definitely worth the investigation.
Oh ya, I lied. Turns out I don't hate music after all.