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THE REVIEW
Maturity: why do I see self-esteem as an obstacle to relationships with others? Pleasure comes before duty, pleasure is a duty, you must be sweet and fragrant to appear stronger; big, wide, long, everything must be carefully measured and evaluated, I hate people! Yes, people are a waste of time, like sugar. Sweet, melodious, courteous, refined, mysterious gentleman; shatter my ears with alien frequencies; brush, color, drill, light is darkness, send me a letter written by an automaton, impress me, shock me, RED, red is the color of self-esteem. Success, maturity, sugar, Suzanne will you marry me? Know that I can sell myself well. Advertising, being informed is the secret of success; you must lie, hurt yourself, be dangerous; I haven't grown up, I continue to hurt those around me, blue, white; I fly in the clouds, far, immersed in my thoughts, near. The clouds are low, lower than my self-esteem, they taste strange, salt. Sugar, you must counter the time, time is your friend, space is your mortal enemy; space is vast, time is very short, kill it! Your thought kills, mine flies. Red, red is the color of sugar.Free associations of ideas, objects flying disconnected.
Recurring thoughts but not sequential, here music occupies space, not time.
Anarchic psychedelia escaping on a thirty-five millimeter film. There's no need to search for a meaning because there isn't one. Emotions, palpitations floating in the air, extremely painful electric shocks, there is something majestic and childish in this film called Tette, surreal and understandable, concrete and elusive, illogical. It's an impersonal work, morbidly full of itself, embarrassing.
I feel ashamed to identify with this music, yet it's part of me.
Sounds and concepts are distorted and wrapped in radioactive fog. The sensations are dilated and amplified, the chromatic contrast is at its maximum. The abrasive chops of Donahue and Grasshopper's guitars are thrown into the mud by Thorpe's flute. The worst noises are also the most childish, they suckle milk from the breasts. The nursery school choirs and background carousels take on a threatening, cumbersome aspect. The schizoid sentimentality of Yerself Is Steam is here brought to an extreme consequence, the result is a raw diamond, an imperfect universe of sounds.
Everything is excessive:
There is only one thing in Boces that I think we should have extended more.
(words and thoughts inspired by the incomprehensible notes in the booklet)
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Mercury Rev's Boces is an anarchic and surreal psychedelic album that defies linear meaning. The review explores its emotional intensity, distorted sounds, and contrasts between childish and majestic elements. Despite its complexity and rawness, the album is deeply personal and evocative, embodying a unique sonic universe. The reviewer appreciates the album's boldness, though notes its impersonal and self-absorbed nature.Tracklist Lyrics Videos
Mercury Rev
Mercury Rev is an American rock band formed in Buffalo, New York, known for a shift from early noisy, anarchic psychedelia to more orchestral, dreamlike pop, with Jonathan Donahue and Grasshopper frequently cited in reviews as central figures.15 Reviews
