Interesting that with all the nods Dirty Beaches makes to Lynch, this video for “Lone Runner” is more in the realm of Tarantino. Oriental robe. Domestic banality. And (SPOILER ALERT) lady victim turned femme fatale with baptism of blood. The reveal of the black eye, hidden for the video’s first half, is effective. Who is that poor man? Who? Zed’s dead, baby. Zed’s dead.
The music, of course, is fantastic too, and if you haven’t yet gotten your hands on Badlands, get at it!
“Cold Pin I”
Eli Keszler has a new record called Cold Pin out on German label PAN. Essentially, this is a recording of the New York sound artist’s generative music installation of extended strings of various lengths and motorized beaters built directly onto the wall of the historic Cyclorama at the Boston Center for the Arts, with the addition of some choice musicians like guitarist/composer Geoff Mullen and free jazz dude Greg Kelley (trumpet), among others. Here’s a video of the piece in as it was. Looks like a real classy item — 180 gram vinyl and more geometric artwork by Bill Kouligas and Kathryn Politis. Also, be sure to visit Eli’s own label Rel Records.
Well. If I have to tease out some delicate meaning from Oxykitten’s video for “Cow Bear” (and trust me, dear reader, I do — that’s my job), I guess I’d start by pointing out how any sort of sorrow seems it may be mitigated by the grace of omnipotent and benevolent Cat God. Attack of stiff-limbed alien with unsettling chest-mounted proboscis? CAT GOD. Abduction of gentle and genial young daughter by radioactive emerald pyramid? Dry your tears, here’s Cat God. Apocalyptic atomic tidal wave devour the shore of retro-NYC? Just don Cat God mask, all is well. WINK.
Oxykitten is defying more of your culturally normative notions on Field Hymns with The Streets Were Paved With Circuit Boards.
French composer/producer/SEM-label-founder Alexandre Navarro has offered the world another free track via his handy-dandy-free-track-offering-site, Virgo. It’s called “66,” and it follows the digitized-guitar-laden path paved by Navarro’s full-length Loka from earlier this year. Choked-up reverberated guitars bounce around each other until a gentle charging beat develops into a brief episode of spacey French minimalism. It soon fades out with whirling synths to boot.
There’s a plethora of possibilities why time travel still exists in mind/thought rather than physically. Maybe humans would create a time machine so far from Earth they aren’t able to dimensionally reach 2011. HAH — maybe it just doesn’t exist [period]. Time travel is just a sad subject. What if future societies revere 2011? Flip that: what society do you think would be easiest to assimilate with culturally, linguistically, and fiscally? Would you tell them you’re from this era or shame 2011 by being quiet and never traveling back? Glad there are reggae bards like E.K.O.I. still keeping world-folk alive today, giving praise to human purpose and cause. “Darfur,” man. Speaking of “sad subject.”
• E.K.O.I.: http://ekoi.bandzoogle.com/fr_home.cfm