FOLK IMPLOSION –
NATURAL ONE (LONDON)
There was something
about the Folk Implosion that made them seem like astronauts when this song
made them “big”. Shitty astronauts but
astronauts all the same. The music
video was truly weird, the pair looked barely awake, unimpressed by the fact
that people suddenly liked them. Were
these the grown up version of the kids from the movie of the same name?
It opens with oscillation
followed by a snare sound clear as day before a bugging bass line steps in and
never relents. This could almost be a
hip hop song. Then Barlow drops in with
his slack declaration as eventually Slint-esqe chimes serve to haunt to show.
And indeed I was
something of a misfit, borderline space cadet when this single dropped. The hollow alienation and unrequited
rebellion suggested by the vocals in such a laidback lazy manner were really
appealing. This was the Grand Royal era
and to be cool you just had to reference the right things. You needed no end product, just to know
where the good stuff was at.
Keeping with such
unpredictable mentality the band follows with “Cabride”, a weird piece of micro
jazz that expertly offers one soundscape from a certain corner on a summer
day. It exudes movement both physically
and mentally. Even with the pace switch
it offers thump.
Resuming some kind of
white geek lo-fi hip hop vibe the charging mantra of “Nothing Gonna Stop”
offers a pulsing retort to the cynicism and sarcasm of the lead track. It exists to make you move, to tap into what
youthful energy remains attached to your being (which for me appears to be
diminishing by the week).
Final track here is
“Simean Groove” which is another trip hop type offering that replaces vocals
with the sounds of wolves howling seemingly hungry and on the prowl. As the music rolls in a straight line it is
simple and very effective, the sound of an evil deflowering. It’s a prelude to assault.
There is a time and
place.
Thesaurus moment:
bodeful.
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