Unknown Mortal Orchestra
II

Music serves to create other worlds. Worlds in which we recognize ourselves, that appear reassuring and warm. In music, I have always felt the touch of salvation. I am plankton in an ocean of sharks. The struggle to impose oneself is not for me. As Calvino writes, hell is what we inhabit every day, what we form by being together. I gave up from the start, I don’t want to win, I don’t even feel the need to participate. Do I impose limits on myself, or am I the limit itself? It doesn't matter, it never did.
Music clashes with rationality: it speaks to us in unknown languages, primordial urges. Have you ever dreamt of music? I don’t think so, it goes against the mechanisms of our brain. Every note is an original impulse, every silence between one note and another is communication. And the beauty is you don’t need to be aware of it, our mind has already embarked on a journey, exploring tastes we don’t know, which perhaps, and I mean perhaps, we will like due to the inclination of our inner self. A bit like the mirror of the soul, of our experiences, of the things we've learned to fear, to love, and to fear loving. In my opinion, this makes music meta-communication. It's a completely personal, private exchange.
That's why I don’t understand discos, I don’t understand karaoke. Music is yours, jerk, it's entirely your own fortune, and you can't gather to have a background for the nonsense you can’t do without, you can't belittle it. My only fortune is not being deaf, I can live until the end of my days just for this. Just for this? Just? And then going to concerts must be beautiful, I don’t doubt it, but when we’re alone, music excites like never before. Listening to a friend's playlist is nice not so much for the music itself, but for what it tells you about the person. I've never had much to say, perhaps music taught me to stay silent.
Perhaps music is the easiest thing to learn to love because we have a desperate need to love ourselves, before others. And it’s hypocritical to claim otherwise. So who is the passive listener? An egocentric person or one with no self-esteem, or both? In my opinion, the listener only cares about being able to fall in love as they escape reality. And music manages to reconcile both things. It occurs to me that I am frustrated because only music I have loved with constant, unwavering love, but in my life, so far, I pretended to have something else to care about. So one could suppose a bad side of music that turns against you, which, while listening, does nothing but tell you that the worlds you seek in it are something you delude yourself into thinking you can grasp. But no, it can’t be like that because music is not rational. And so? So I am left with listening, I’ve done nothing else in my life, it’s been a long, marvelous listen. I press play and fly in the sky, I press play and I am no longer myself, I am no longer here or more simply, I am not.
And well, today I was at a barbecue with friends and I was a little agitated. However, I recommend this album. It's lo-fi with just a hint of light psychedelia, just the way I like it. Pop elements, soul elements, and it’s very delicate, intimate. And then there are some really cool bass lines. I like albums with great bass lines. Try a taste, I guarantee no journey.