FH074 Bolabit C49
RIYL: Zombi covering Air covering Zombi, an 80’s Tangerine Dream soundtrack sans all the annoying guitar solos, an ineffable sense of loss. Live drum and analog synth duo Bolabit mine a snow globe of nostalgia and regret, a pastel-hued Michael Mann flick from the middle part of his canon, maybe a movie about drug smuggling on some west coast port or something of the sort. The sand parts beneath your slowly falling body in a slo-mo replay while puffs of passing bullets strike the beach all around you, your body twisting in a futile effort to avoid the dull, hard projectiles that angrily pass through this vessel you’ve foolishly endangered merely for greed and foolish avarice, a vessel now perforated and leaking, becoming soft and distant as the surf around the waterline reddens and grows. The swells tug you into the shallows and the beach is silent as you slip under and away – it wasn’t supposed to end like this but your scene is over.
FH073 COPS C35
RIYL: Cluster, This Heat, mega dub. Berlin-based COPS score the pathos of a world where the hero walks away (into the sunset/alley/drives), forever alone. Movies are not like real life kids: the girl gets old and disinterested, the loose alliance of surviving soldiers become soft and arrogant, forgetting the struggle that aligned their common interests. Then, one by one, they turn on each another, fraying and snapping those bonds while the arch enemy grows quietly stronger in the darkness. But while we remember the good times (the perpetual twilight of the setting sun around the rubble of the vanquished) there is always that nagging and tugging at the back of our consciousness – that there is something we have forgotten to attend to, that something is unfinished. The darkness that gnaws at the back of your sleeping life, knows this, and is gleeful that you do not, as it grows unattended and un-apprehended in cancerous masses throughout the ether. This new event, this dark world about to dawn upon the complacent, is all on you – you let it happen.