65daysofstatic
Wild Light

The disturbing rhythm of the machines. The icy throbbing of the bass. The schizophrenic fragmentation of melodies. Trapped in a dark and noisy club, I dance to the music, surrounded by strangers in an unfamiliar city. I move in harmony with the music of 65daysofstatic, who have once again hit the target. Once again they've created the perfect musical translation of today's world, post-modern and hyper-technological.

I dance amid young girls with overly made-up eyes and exposed breasts. I dance among this crowd of human-like automatons. I dance, and my body seems to split and move in every direction, unable to understand this pre-written future. I dance among hundreds of people, but I feel alone. And alone, I follow the disjointed rhythm of "Prisms," which opens in a post-rock melody that tears at the heart. I soar above all those heads, hovering in the air as if I could escape from here, leave everything behind, go back to how the world was a long time ago. Outside this club, the universe is crumbling, about to implode. The world will collapse, and nothing will ever return to the way it was.

The piano accompanying the beautiful "The Undertow" takes me back to a time when there were no dictators ruling the world, to when cement had not yet taken the place of grass. It makes me imagine, makes me think of birds in the sky that can no longer be heard. Of the red and yellow leaves of autumn, which now rot and no longer revive. The post-apocalyptic tracks of 65daysofstatic, once again, do not cease to amaze, to make us feel the emotions that tear at our limbs. They have returned to make us dream, to give us ecstasy and hope. 65daysofstatic have done it again. The future may advance rapidly, but deep down, somewhere in our world, music will always pulse, fueling our dreams of a happy life.

I continue to dance my frenetic dance. An epileptic dance, amid the three-dimensional darkness. "Blackspots" is mean and hypnotic, a synthetic soundtrack of the universe folding in on itself. Dissected electronics mix with reverberated guitars, and the floor beneath my feet becomes the only hold on to the little humanity left in this dark and robotic corner of the world. The machines have conquered the entire planet. Hordes of androids control us, spy on our lives, rendering them devoid of empathy. The sky is increasingly gray, the streets swallow us, and the concrete mortifies us.

On this night, in this futuristic disco, I dance in time with the fractured drums of "Sleepwalk City." The place is full, girls pass in front of me, some stop and dance with me, others flaunt their bare white bodies. In the end, I am still convinced that someone, somewhere, is trying to escape like me, trying to take their mind elsewhere to still hope for a return to the life of before. 65daysofstatic may be like me, men who have lived in the peaceful world of the past and want it back. Through their music, imbued with melodic hope, they evoke, shock, ensure that our brains lift into fantasy and shed this apocalyptic and inevitable future.

The sudden sweetness of "Taipei" stops time and space, and I alone can move. What's happening? The hundreds of people are now like mannequins of metal and plastic, men and women stuck in a transcendental future. I walk quickly toward the exit, the large doors open even before I can touch them. The music hasn't stopped, and it beats in my chest at the same rhythm as my heart. The acid rain wets my head, my shoulders. I walk in puddles of changing colors, through pitch-black streets. I walk and continue to hear the music coming from the disco still frozen in a time that no longer advances. Everything in this city is still, nothing moves. What's happening? Only my body rushes in search of salvation. A desperate escape from this world crumbling day by day. The foggy and cold streets are deserted. Over there, I see something. Over there, at the end, I see other people. Men, women, and children who, like me, advance into the timeless night. Who are they? Why has everything stopped? A little girl with golden hair turns and looks at me, then smiles. Now the light is more intense, my eyes struggle to stay open. I manage to glimpse a narrow passage opening in the middle of the night, I can see the sun. How long since I've seen the sun, how long I've been waiting for this moment. The last thing I hear in this destroyed world is the splendid and ethereal "Safe Passage," a piece testifying to hope that never dies. A piano soaked with tears of joy, an electronic sound that instills confidence. I have arrived, before me the bright gateway. The dark universe behind me closes, ceases to exist. We are safe, now we are secure.