Tuesday, November 15, 2005

John Vanderslice - Pixel Revolt


Don't call it a concept, but on Pixel Revolt, there are four songs directly pertaining to September 11th and what followed. "Plymouth Rock" tells the story about a soldier's first and possibly last sortie in Iraq, with the swooning and swirling music an impartial backdrop to this scene. "Exodus Damage" talks about a militiaman seeing the second plane hit, the narrator resigned to a fate beyond his control as a Radiohead-sanctioned mellotron chorus and various Middle Eastern drums circle around a repeated mocking call for "dance dance revolution." "Trance Manual" has an embedded journalist in Afghanistan seeking solace in the arms of a prostitute, and features the delicate chiming of church bells. "Radiant With Terror" tweaks a Robert Lowell poem about Cold War fears ("Fall 1961") to address more clear and present dangers, and sets this paranoia to a tune that's a kissing cousin to Smashing Pumpkin's "Disarm".
And then there are the other songs on the album. Songs about losing a girlfriend's rabbit, a detective tracking another detective in a murder investigation, a groupie infatuated with a pop star, and behavior-modifying pharmaceuticals. Superficially, there seems to be no connection between this crop of songs and the more politically aware ones. The boyfriend losing the rabbit and the wounded soldier seemingly have nothing in common, until the boyfriend of "Angela" uses the rabbit's escape as an excuse to talk about getting the hell out of Burbank-- "What do we have here anyway?/ The abandoned warehouse scene.../ Synthesized, bullshit art dreams". The detective in "Continuation" is caught in the same feedback loop as the gun-show goer in "Exodus Damage". And just as the journalist is looking to escape the noise and chaos of the war, the pop fan's looking for an oasis from the noise and chaos of his life. The verses of "Peacocks in the Video Rain" are cluttered with everyday debris and disjointed thoughts, but they give way to a simple four-word chorus, four words that are implied by the speaker in "Trance Manual"-- "I love you, too."


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