Metal -industrial-drone. Yeah that is the best way to describe The Politics of the Irredeemable. It is like a textured nuance of metallic blasts of ambience. Using elements of noise and metal guitar, with lots anguished vocals residing firmly in the background. Then with these calming moments of stark dread, sort of mellowed out in between the blasts of pure anguish, creates a nightmare soundscape of some apocalyptic fantasy vision of the future. A fantasy where the world has been ravaged by guns/bombs/hunger/climate/dogs/aids/something, and all that is left is a bleak isolation on which nothing but a broken down world and humanity can cope with.
Out of this dust rises a new sort of person one that can travel the cold metallic world just looking for a bit of peace. One where gigantic stretches of boredom and emptiness, a landscape resembling bleak nothingness, is punctuated by a sense of gigantic environmental catastrophes ( me, I prefer to think that the world will be destroyed by some change in the climate, see I may have thought otherwise in the past, perhaps bombs or war, but it seems most likely at this point. I mean hell isn’t the world already starting to fall apart, like all these things we have been promised are now slowly starting to reveal themselves while we softly waste away in front of our computer social networking tools.
Removed from all humanity and reality while our bodies slowly waste away and we ignore the pleas of the earth and out fellow humans in far off places. Happy to stuff our faces with ready made plastic dinners with little nutritional value that are probably going to kill us before we reach middle age. So slowly we position ourselves in this soft shell of pseudo happiness and cyber friends. While everything melts down around us.
And we all do it, whether we like to admit it or not. We are all in this soft eggshell that we think will protect us when the hammer finally falls. Oh we are fools, fools every last one. But hey that is just what I think, and really it may not happen at all). And these catastrophes crush the new human, but they have learned to survive and adapt only to escape back to the boredom and nothing emptiness. Longing for something: something human, some sort of warmth and caring, but only to be pursued by more and more bleakness. Yeah that is what this album makes me think of anyway. Okay maybe I have it wrong, maybe it is actually an ode to long lost kitties. It’s pretty bleak though, but bleak in a totally enjoyable way. Well, enjoyable if you like doom and gloom ambient music.
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