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October 21, 2004
Black Dice are my Anti-Drug
Black Dice - Night Flight
A joint flock of board-certfied flamingoes and dodos (I know they're extinct, but work with me) are operating on you. Minor surgery, but you're anesthetized. The machines that monitor your heart rate and blood pressure hum pleasantly in the background. But then, about three and a half minutes in, the procedure goes awry. Your monitors break down, and the Dr. Birds are honking frantically at each other, trying to figure out what the fuck is up. Some jungle cats in the area. Purring loudly. Suffering from some sort of feline aphasia, their pitch and tone is all off, unnatural- they devour the entire staff of your well-meaning aviary/hospital. Son of a bitch.
That is exactly the video treatment that I would give this song, for heavy rotation on MTV (Buzz-bin, no doubt). Good, old-fashioned nightmare fuel for four year-olds everywhere. Black Dice make some of the best experimental music around today, and their latest album, 'Creature Comforts', which this is taken from, is their most accessible and most accomplished work. The record practically crawls, it's so filled with feral (atavistic?) noises. The jungle theme permeates throughout, esp. on tracks like 'Island', and 'Creature'. Surprisingly melodic, this is the album you put on when you want to envision what it would be like to stalk a mastodon, fail, and end up being crushed beneath its huge, hairy feet. So good. You can buy it HERE.
Posted by matt at October 21, 2004 08:00 AM