the album starts with the sound of a goddamn rollercoaster.
a rollercoaster! the machine which gave you the greatest highs you could ever imagine when you were 10, 15, 30 years old! you ascend into the clouds where a pulsing chant embraces you, and a singer steps out of the chorus to tell you to "always have a good time." and you listen! you tap along, stomp along, sing along, whistle along, walk along, and dance along until jet after jet after jet zooms by until suddenly the darkness engulfs you, and you wonder.
i don't want to write about this album.
there are just some things that can't be converted into words. when you try, your mind turns to sludge, your typing goes all wrong, and the words on the screen reflect that. you start typing things like "it sounds like running through a meadow towards a scarecrow except the meadow is made of brain tissue and the scarecrow is a rainbow unicorn" or "it sounds like if birds had teeth and lizards had wings" or "it sounds like if all the strongest people in the world started living in trees, only coming out to eat squirrels" or "it sounds like purple dipped in cream dipped in fur dipped in girl dipped in music dipped in mind."
the alternative?
i don't know, get stoned? buy a good pair of headphones? when you wake up in the morning, listen to your alarm? hear the rain? listen to the difference between a plate and a bowl? listen to the people talking to you? (just don't listen too closely, or you might not understand what they're saying.)
"hey man what's your problem don't you know that i don't belong to you"
no, you don't. you don't belong to anybody. you're a 12-and-a-half minute composition that escapes on the wings of an owl, you've got the turnpike on your side, trucks zoom past but you laugh because you don't need a ride, you're crying because you're leaving but you know it's the right decision.
what does it mean to not be able to hear a common phrase, such as "i'm not," without singing?
"ready?"
"what?"
"nevermind."
i once read a review that said this song sounded like an Amazonian tribe perform their chants while under the influence of LSD. how stupid. it's just Noah Lennox clicking buttons on a computer. the fucking magic! in his own words, he gave the computer a soul! us humans are all about soul but i don't know what we'll do once computers have them. in other words, i'm not ready.
all of a sudden i'm supposed to enjoy a fast tempo? well, okay. chant me into submission. submit me into chanting. you're getting water everywhere. i may be marine but i might not be me, and it turns out that "/" means i'm not.
"it's not a ticket for you to pick at other people who don't know what's up like you're so sure you do"
ouch.
eventually the ice cream will come around; you can heal your wound and eat neapolitan simultaneously. what's the difference?
tigers, gorillas, seals, koalas, panda bears, and little kids. the artist knows the music.
when my soul starts growing
when my soul starts growing
when my soul starts growing
a
aa
and
i wish
i wish
i know
stop
stop
stop
and here you were, expecting something epic.
it's funny reading reviews of this album because each one of them rings so true while at the same time only capturing one facet of the whole:
"Starting an album with a clattering of industrial rhythms sliding into a huge clap-and-stompalong with angelic vocals and what sounds like the Brotherhood of Man on a vocal loop tip not far removed from Suicide or Laurie Anderson is one way to make a mark." -- allmusic
"Sometimes ominous, sometimes celebratory, always compelling, Person Pitch is as clattering and tactile as a beaded curtain." -- The Onion
"Person Pitch as a whole-- and "Bros" in particular-- evokes the sunshine of Lennox's adopted Lisbon, Portugal home. But it's the kind of light best experienced with eyes closed-- with the rays filtered through eyelids, turning the world into various shades of red and orange." -- Pitchfork
"For an album constructed from so many constituent parts, Person Pitch is amazingly warm and inviting at times, wrapping around the ears, nestling the head, and squeezing like a nice familial bear hug after years of no contact." -- Tiny Mix Tapes
"Person Pitch sounds like everything. To some, the upstroked guitars and vocal stacking in “Take Pills” make it a consummate summer record. To others, the city clacks and tracks, the sampled noise and confusion make it a winter record, the kind of thing you curl up with in front of a frosty window in order to be reminded that something exists beneath the snow." -- Aquarium Drunkard
"Person Pitch sounds like everything."
"Person Pitch sounds like everything."
"Person Pitch sounds like everything."
"Person Pitch sounds like everything."
"Person Pitch sounds like everything."
download or buy.
Friday, December 11, 2009
Person Pitch - Panda Bear (2007)
Labels:
00s,
2007,
animals,
crying,
drugs,
electronica,
lyrics,
panda bear,
paw tracks,
psychedelic,
rock,
samples
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and then there's xgau's review, which is just a bomb. :-) seriously, sometimes that dude should just go ahead and critique poetry and not touch music.
ReplyDeletereading this review was a little like reading parts of ulysses. :-D but that's got to be part of the point: you can't put into words what this album means but you sure as hell can let your consciousness stream out.
ulysses?! come now.
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