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I was spinning and spinning and spinning and spinning again on a chair. I was introduced to Smash by Offspring, the Beastie Boys, the Wu-Tang Clan, Cypress Hill, and I didn't understand much, I couldn't understand. My friend Vanja wore worn jeans hanging low and did BMX tricks on a mountain bike. I had been handed a Soviet bike that required me to pedal backward to brake, but it was an adult bike, and I felt like an adult too.
I spun on a chair and my friend Fedja spun with me; he also didn't understand Cypress singing insane in da membrane. He and I roamed dirt streets and went to buy chewing gum, the fruit-flavored Orbit gums, what fruit exactly, who knows. Literally an overdose of fruit Orbit. Then we played badminton for those two hours to burn off the sugar.
We spun on a chair and sang, we were inside the music, there was magic. He would put this fabulous record on the portable stereo, and we would look into each other's eyes. Then the game would start by itself, we would play to see who acted more foolish. At every sound a different reaction, a discovery, a cerebral pirouette that turned into an even broader smile.
And now that I listen to this same music with a no longer virgin membrane, I start to spin and spin again. Mom, mom, my memories fall apart before me, forming a mosaic of indecipherable pieces, like these melodies. But going beyond the emotional value that ties me to the album, listening to it again, I have the distinct sensation that it is a masterpiece in its genre. You can't listen to it and remain indifferent; if listened to in full, it causes an internal upheaval.
It's an experience, a journey into another culture, an abstract culture that doesn't exist and I'll explain why. The group (a duo) from Saint Petersburg makes heavy use of samples taken from the world of music, cinema, television, forming emotional collages. A roller coaster, THE roller coaster. Electronics that serve as a backdrop to irreverent psychedelia, never banal. Their experimentation is transversal, surf, boogie, acid-jazz ballads, soul, waltzes, tarantellas, in short, it's useless to shoot random genres as I'm doing because the music of Messer is chameleon-like, it changes quickly, it takes pauses, it throws in laughs or screams or skits at random and leaves you dazed.
If I have to make a comparison, I'd say Fat Boy Slim, but here, I'm sorry, we're on higher levels of coolness. Cybernetic easy listening, which looked to the future and did so retrospectively, fishing from what television and mass culture regurgitated in the form of dung to transform it into gold. Expressing emotions in the lightest way possible, managing to convey a serenity that feels like joking with your childhood friend.
But I would say I can also let the music speak for itself, I'll give you some samples, although there is very little of their work, especially the early ones, on YouTube. This dates back to 2000, with 15 tracks, each more beautiful than the last.
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