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September 28, 2004
the language derides us
Luomo - The Present Lover
Luomo, aka Vladislav Delay, aka 'the man' (that's what his microhouse name means) has created a song that is quite literally perfect, and I'll tell you why, because there are a thousand reasons. How about the freak-diva man voice that's fractured and broken and as roughly faceted as a stillborn diamond? Or the effects-heavy guitar/synth solo that pops up right in the middle of the whole shining mess? Or perhaps the moment right after the solo ends when a tripled, crumpled beat crytallizes the honey-thick melancholy of the singer's intake-whisper of 'I wish' at minute 6:37 through 6:42? This track has so many layers, it could easily stand up to, say, a 30 or 40 page in-depth cooperative examination by a committee of cranky, seersuckered musicologists. "Juicy" is the main adjective that pops into my mind when I listen to 'the Present Lover'. And although that may sound just a tad bit disgusting, I think it's apt.
I played this song about 50 or 60 times, on a crappy tape deck in my car, on the way home from VA to PA during the massive winter storm that hit the east coast in late March of '03. Blinding snow. Lots of fucking huge trucks. Many near-death experiences varied only by their intensity and provenance (weather, or asshole driver?). My burning adoration of this music was formed in the stale heat of a blizzard-crippled '94 Buick Regal. You'd love it too if it saved you from a fiery and anonymous highway death (this last phrase should be a blurb on the album's sticker). Enjoy all 9 minutes of it. [BUY]
Posted by matt at September 28, 2004 08:00 AM