Song of the day (the old and the new) – 16. Boris and Olivia Newton-John

Boris seem to be grinding away at the same chord as when I last heard them, a decade or two ago.

I don’t have a problem with that.

Sure, some of the notes might change. Sure, a few guttural or bassy vocals might get added or removed. Sure some songs might remind me a little less of the first Black Sabbath album, or a little more. Sure the timings in between when the cymbals are struck and the guitar harmonics attained may vary. A little. The snowstorms of guitar fall at slightly different frequencies. The mountains of metal tumble a few rocks and landslides. Sure, layers and textures have been added or removed or mutilated or mangled or transposed. Sure, that happens. But Boris seem to be grinding away at the same chord as when I last heard them, a decade or two ago. (And I also acknowledge that it might not even be Boris I am thinking of.)

And I am just fine with that.

Stuff like this you don’t want to hurry. I believe I might even have preferred it if Boris had been playing in the background the entirety of these past two decades, sometimes muted and sometimes with the volume turned way past the volume turned way past the volume turned way past distortion, demons and craggy figures lurking unbidden in the shadows. Sometimes it feels like Boris have been playing in the background the entirety of these past two decades, sometimes muted and sometimes with the volume turned way past the volume turned way past the volume turned way past distortion, demons and craggy figures lurking unbidden in the shadows. Do Boris even stop playing? I mean, why would they? Even if there is no one in the room present to tamper with the guitar strings surely they have left a guitar resting against a switched-on amplifier for all this duration.

I mean, why wouldn’t they?

Holy fuck, this next one is the entire genre of grunge (good grunge!) distilled into a five-minute feeding frenzy of bass-heavy sound and unworldly screaming. Far be it from me to whisper “Soundg….” Fuck it. Holy fuck. Crap on crap on high. ALL of grunge distilled into a five-minute feeding frenzy of bass-heavy sound and unworldly screaming. Heavier than heaving.

feeding frenzy of bass-heavy sound and unworldly screaming

feeding frenzy of bass-heavy sound and unworldly screaming

feeding frenzy of bass-heavy sound and unworldly screaming

feeding frenzy of bass-heavy sound and unworldly screaming

feeding frenzy of bass-heavy sound and unworldly screaming

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And by way of not much contrast, here is Olivia. Both artists serve the same purpose in my life: to keep the howling yawning chasm at bay.

Try playing this after that. It really fucking works.

Fact of matter is though, life ain’t that.

feeding frenzy of bass-heavy sound and unworldly screaming

feeding frenzy of bass-heavy sound and unworldly screaming

feeding frenzy of bass-heavy sound and unworldly screaming

feeding frenzy of bass-heavy sound and unworldly screaming

feeding frenzy of bass-heavy sound and unworldly screaming

feeding frenzy of bass-heavy sound and unworldly screaming

feeding frenzy of bass-heavy sound and unworldly screaming

feeding frenzy of bass-heavy sound and unworldly screaming

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One Response to Song of the day (the old and the new) – 16. Boris and Olivia Newton-John

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