...you were talking about the meaning of life and the disinterest of art. Here, music is barely tied to reality or rather even if it is tied, it is without ideologies, mechanically, like an empty sound without associations, and yet for some miracle, music penetrates the human soul. What resonates in us in response to a noise elevated to harmony and how does the source of immense pleasure transform for us and unite and move, what is it for and above all to whom!? ... (Stalker by Andrei Tarkovsky)
What a cheeky phrase eh......!
But it's been a long time since I wanted to review these two dashing young men Cedric Bixler Zavala and Omar A. Rodriguez-Lopez.
Discussing the band's aspirations sounds a bit like kicking a stone, smashing your nice 200 euro shoes and realizing that stone is nothing other than the tip of an immense buried boulder.
Let's say you just destroyed a foot by kicking something bigger than you.
Small oversight.
Eclectic people, but claustrophobic in the post-Hardcore attire of At the Drive-In (1994 - 2003), they will demonstrate this with the two parallel projects with De Facto (1999 - active) and The Mars Volta (2001 - active).
What could you find in their extensive discography? Bizarre and offbeat parodies??? The daring lies in what is still being studied... or psychedelic gems of rare beauty, daughters of the most inspired Fripp!? Enough already! you've had enough of these guys!!! Well, screw it!
Because the first thing that comes to mind listening to Omar A. Rodriguez-Lopez is: Fripp playing Zappa or maybe Zappa playing Fripp, or was it Hendrix???
Am I exaggerating? Absolutely, but these guys either imitate, taking us all for fools, or they're serious and we no longer understand a DAMN thing!
Lysergic and avant-garde capacity of bygone era dealers! here, these look more like Zé Pequeno and Bené ready for yet another big hit with their latest bandSSSssssssssS!
An eclecticism whose result is an euphony as daring as ever, which in its aspirations produces sounds unfamiliar to us, cacophonic if not downright irregular; decontextualized from common musical logic, projected into a stochastic process, dictated by sudden alienated and lucid interludes, paranoid and aseptic.
The harmonic structures evolve experimentally and holistically, but never randomly, at some points even, slowing down, if not stopping... altogether and BooooOOOM JaaaaAAAAAaaaaazz-PrrrrrrrOOOOOOOOooooooooG!
Coefficients that exercise their apparent irrationalities beyond the boundaries of musical language known to us, to consolidate those stylemes, configuring the band.
People certainly not indifferent to the cryptic genius of John Cage, indeed.
Stop.
They have turned on their brains. They’ve realized that four damn chords are something everyone can do.
The street cleaner makes music oh yeah, the nuclear physicist makes Music, music for people who listen to music, that’s what the Volta are now.