Yeah; that’s a title that’s hemmed me in. As a rule I can’t be doing with genre politics; it’s often categorization for its own sake. A phoney narrowing of bandwidth as propagated by lazy music journalists. The implication that sound exists only to be pulled from a very specific palette, shying away from the concept that allegiance is far more fleeting than that; we’re all modern, eclectic, and very good looking.
But if there is any mileage in defining records by some audio equivalent of the Dewey Decimal System, then yeah: Shoegaze. Call it a defeat for those illusions of eclecticism if you wish; just like that urge to play Bowie’s “Hallo Spaceboy” seventeen times in succession, I simply can’t help myself. Where others perceive only introspection and listless, copy-cat dirge, I’m pinioned by the sheer grace of density. Buttons have been well and truly pressed – both of the below tracks are from this year, the second of which is the most relevant thing I’ve heard in fucking aeons; it’s all to do with a depth of sound that borders upon the cinematic, a panoramic vista that snaps into even crisper focus the instant the strings kick in. When they start putting drunks in space, “Land Disasters” will be what the approach to Neptune will sound like.
I Break Horses / Hearts
Blanck Mass / Land Disasters