luka
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the overarching aesthetic is a fevered, delirious nausea and the song deploys every tonal, rhythmic and timbral weapon in it’s arsenal to achieve it. the detuned synths, the ethereal muezzin sounds in the background that sound like the music from the shining, the breathy vocals, the interplay between the strait time and triplets on the high hat (the contraction and speeding of time before the snare drums), the slow attack, the kick drum tripping over itself, etc. murky, clouded thoughts occurring briefly in the foreground before evaporating. unable to focus. to hold on to a coherent idea. martin sheen in a saigon hotel.
this is such a virtuoso piece of applied listening that it makes me realise how impermeable my contact-boundary has become. as i've said before so much of this stuff registers initially as irritant, annoying, unpleasant, queasy, that i protect myself from it instead of opening myself to it... and that means it becomes impossible to discern what is actually happening.