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Polyphonic the
Verbose
ADA
2006
Audio
8
| "Have
Fun figuring out life," my mother said to me, a
mixture of friendly farewell and a loss of hope
tones in her voice. "I still haven't."
College wasn't bothering me, life
was—life and its bullshit circumstances. It's
one of those 3-D eye illusions that's supposed
to pop up at you if you just stare at it long
enough. You think you know what it is, but never
quite sure, because you don't know if you're
staring at it the right way, or if the whole
thing is popping out, or if the damn thing's
upside down and you're so clueless that you
can't even tell. You ask someone else how to do
it, and they're just as lost.
"Just
stare at it for a while," they say. "It's
supposed to be a sailboat."
Supposed to
be, but no one really knows. They're just saying
what someone told them. Finally, when you think
you've got the image captured, circumstances
smack the congregated effervescent colored
picture from your hands, and suddenly the right
thing to do is wrong, or maybe not even wrong,
but certainly not right.
A review will
get myself thinking, I think. Polyphonic the
Verbose; dig the name, but I'm sure sometimes
people get turned off by it. The word verbose is
pretty verbose. The album starts with "Container
#473", a nice song, to gloss over it. It was a
sample song that took sounds from random things,
sometimes instruments, sometimes not, but it
made music. It took pieces of life. It arranged
them. There was a pattern, but the pattern
changed, and eventually by the end of the song,
it was still the same song, but not the thing I
once knew. "Moving On" the next track, did the
same thing, but now with lyrics. Ideas that
played familiar tunes in my head were turned on
their heads, and the end didn't resolve. Things
were left open in a confusion, but a beautiful
one, not for its stylistic ventures and risks
taken, but for picturing everything just as it
seems, the perfectly painted portraits of
mythological Titans and Gods that answer all of
life's questions by simply being as divinely
beautiful as life allows.
The song
"Machine With Sealed Inputs" tells all of this
best, lyrics filled with self-aware
contradictions and the change of vocalists as
the singular voice moves through the large
classical movements of life of a typical man who
has surrendered to life, moving from control, to
puzzlement, to just not giving much of a shit
anymore, and losing himself, the one thing that
is innate, or so we think.
Similar
Albums:
DJ Cam - The Loa Project,
Vol. 2
RJD2 - Deadringer
Cinematic Orchestra - Everyday
Listen
Here
Paul Bozzo
08.28.2006 |
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