The XX | Coexist
Confusion. The didactic of the M/F teen angst swept over my mind and my heart like a black fog from the swamp of longing. That distant memory of 2009 has lingered in me for years now and erupting again in Austin church stages and Harlem Auditoreums. But this black fog of mystery now a haze of confusion. Since they tugged at the heart strings of a robot seeing in technicolor in 2009, British dubstep has evolved into a culture mongering neo-grunge phenomenon and electronic music has become labeled, processed and packaged with e. Radiohead seems like a grandfather to Caribou and the expectations of Jamie XX’s production evolution have tainted my view of that swamp. The songs passed and int he end…confusion.
I will package this one away for another time when my eyes need a soundtrack to longing. Until then the undertones of a music fiend continue to search for more new new.