In the world that you and I inhabit, that is reality, or the non-blogosphere as some have called it, there is a band named Black Moth Super Rainbow. You can check the link if you don't believe me. You, reader, also may have already heard them, may be familiar with them, or even may be one of the band members checking up on the non-reality of the blogosphere.
They sound like a combination of Air (who famously scored the Sofia Coppola movie The Virgin Suicides) and the British psychedelic bands of the '60s and '70s. Theres even a little of the freak folk thing going on but by ideology more than actual sounds.
To hear them is to be able to imagine what one of their music videos would be like. A hand held camera POV running through the woods, shaky and jerking. The forests colors altered to a duo-chrome, just sepia and occasinally pink, and black. A few kids play around laughing and crying, faintly reminiscent of the cover of Soul Asylum's Let Your Dim Light Shine. It's very visual music.
In the city inside my head there is a run down movie theater that occasionally plays locally produced short films. The screening going on right now is a 30 minute adaptation of Hawthorne's Rappaccini's Daughter. Giovanni is entering Rappacini's garden for the first time and an extended dream-like sequence begins. As he walks, strange plants brush across his body and through his hands as he clears a path. Every shot is crammed with wildly exotic but plastic flora. Each leaf and stalk richly and laboriously assembled by the aspiring filmmaker. Everything is at once both utterly alien and gratingly commonplace, the epitome of jamais vu. Then you realize it's not just the visual feast that completes the scene, but the strange strange music playing in the background:
Black Moth Super Rainbow - Untitled Roadside Demo
They sound like a combination of Air (who famously scored the Sofia Coppola movie The Virgin Suicides) and the British psychedelic bands of the '60s and '70s. Theres even a little of the freak folk thing going on but by ideology more than actual sounds.
To hear them is to be able to imagine what one of their music videos would be like. A hand held camera POV running through the woods, shaky and jerking. The forests colors altered to a duo-chrome, just sepia and occasinally pink, and black. A few kids play around laughing and crying, faintly reminiscent of the cover of Soul Asylum's Let Your Dim Light Shine. It's very visual music.
In the city inside my head there is a run down movie theater that occasionally plays locally produced short films. The screening going on right now is a 30 minute adaptation of Hawthorne's Rappaccini's Daughter. Giovanni is entering Rappacini's garden for the first time and an extended dream-like sequence begins. As he walks, strange plants brush across his body and through his hands as he clears a path. Every shot is crammed with wildly exotic but plastic flora. Each leaf and stalk richly and laboriously assembled by the aspiring filmmaker. Everything is at once both utterly alien and gratingly commonplace, the epitome of jamais vu. Then you realize it's not just the visual feast that completes the scene, but the strange strange music playing in the background:
Black Moth Super Rainbow - Untitled Roadside Demo
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