Sunday, February 10, 2013

The raven that refused to sing

More and more, I'm finding that I can agree with certain new music but not with the way it's recorded, and not with how the life and blood is squeezed out of it by having all of the knobs turned up, the dynamics expunged, and all oxygen in the room consumed so that there's no space for anything else.

This is most apparent with the 80s revival currently taking place. It looks, moves, and sounds a lot like the 80s, but it doesn't feel like it. It's too close to your eardrums, and the space between the music and your eardrums is where feeling settles in (I assume illicit drugs can overcome this temporarily [see: techno music, clubbing]).

It's all just too loud.

Here's one that gets it right:


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