methrowrock | obsolete (Reply)

I haven't felt this way about a song in a long time. It is hypnotising, to say the least; you are persuaded to close your eyes, shutter your consciousness, and just surf the undulating waves of violin notes. And then, swim desperately against the crushing torrents, with the frenetic staccato of drumbeats matching your thrashings stroke for stroke. When that is done, howl piteously over and over again for the lives that are slipping away every second. If it were a windows media player background, it would be the crazy, giddy one, with blinding neon lights exploding all over the screen. I love that the production values are so high; you can just about hear the pristine guitar strums cutting through flesh, exfoliating your cochlea or some esoteric scientific term for ears that sound nicer than "ears", and sweeping the worries away. Then, a sudden black wall of silence, before the rousing crescendo builds up once again, only to be gradually dissipated through rhythmic strumming once again. March on, blind and addled, among the avenues of zombies and the final survivors. Oh, the tragicomedy of a humdrum middle class existence. Argh, there emerges the self-centred side again. I never do learn huh.