Alice Deejay - Better Off Alone

As I remarked in a previous post, techno music has a spectacular healing power. For every political, emotional, or physical scrape, there is a techno poultice waiting to salve the wound.

Look, for one, at Alice Deejay's "Better Off Alone." Imagine this: you're fresh out of a heart-shattering breakup. Every face you see is hers; every little sound sends you rushing to the door, thinking all is well again. You take a walk to cool down, when the strains of "Better Off Alone" suddenly come wafting through the air.



Inexplicably, a great weight lifts off your shoulder, and you know exactly what you need to do. Quick! To her apartment, boombox in hand. As your karaoke rendition of "Better Off Alone" draws to a close, she comes down, teary eyed.

"I'm not! I'm not better off alone."

In the immortal words of J.K. Rowling, all was well.

-ADL

Mauro Picotto - Komodo

According to a comment on the YouTube video of Mauro Picotto's "Komodo," this is the "last cry of the successful heritage of late 90's italo-progressive-pop-dance."

I couldn't agree more.



As a side note, isn't the singing in the middle (the African dancers in the video) to the same tune as the singing in the original "Where the Hell is Matt," but in English?



See?

- ADL

I have never seen that video or heard that song before ADL posted it, but I knew it was going to be good when I saw the hot chick with snake eyes in the very beginning.

- Myers

Arabic Techno

The aptly named "Arabic Techno" is one of the greatest pieces of meta-commentary released in the past 15 years.



The name lays bare its listener's most deeply held prejudices. The ethnically reductive "Arabic"--switched, within the first few seconds of the song, with an equally oppressive "Arabian"--mocks the average white Western techno listener's lack of racial knowledge, and their tendency view all Middle Easterners as one and the same.

Then, the words. Beautiful, melodic and deep despite their lack of legible Western meaning, they reveal the essential flaw of my commentary on Bob Sinclair: an over-reliance on the pillars of white aesthetics. What are lyrics? What is content? What is meaning? After listening to "Arabic Techno," it becomes impossible to say.

The video's image, too, is important. The mysterious spikey ball stands in for all the fears which the white Western techno listener attaches to the Arabic 'Other.' From terrorism and fundamentalism to guilt at our own mistreatment of the Middle East, the spikey ball is rife with important symbolism.

In the latter half of the song, English lyrics leak in. The understandable words meld with the ethnic feel of the melody to hint at new possibilities of peace in the Middle East--and within our own subconscious--through a creation of a common culture. If President Bush had listened to this paradigm shifting techno opus in the days after 9/11, is it not easy to imagine his reactions following more along the lines of the Rev. Jeremiah Wright?

An aside: a friend and I discovered this song while browsing for music to play in my 'Lively' (the name of a new Second Life-esque Google application) harem. If hanging out in this Lively harem appeals to you, find me here:



-ADL

Bob Sinclair - World Hold On

There's something deeply visceral about enjoying a techno song. The listener enters a level of base physical engagement with the music which few other musical genres can attain. In most techno songs, a pounding, inexorable bass paired with a repetitive but ever-building melody guarentees the listener will, as DaRude would say, "feel the beat."

In techno's quest for the perfect beat, though, a key feature of the total techno experience is often left by the wayside: lyrics. The best of techno lyrics are subliminally brilliant, eating away at your conventional wisdom as they rebuild your brain into a fuller, more perfect organ. The combination of absurdity and order in techno lyrics hints at things beyond human understanding--a form of communication that transcends language.

Just read these lyrics, from Bob Sinclair's "World Hold On:"

World, hold on
Instead of messing with our future
Tell me no more lies

World, hold on
Wonder you will have to answer to the children of the sky

Children of the sky…
Children of the sky…

Fucking earth-shattering.

-ADL



A man stood in front of his living room window early one Sunday morning staring out at the torrential rain pouring down. His son asked, "Are you trying to decide whether or not we should go to church in this downpour?"

"I already decided son," his father replied. "More than 20 years ago."

That family goes to church. I listen to "World Hold On."

-Myers

Kaskade - Be Still (Extended Remix)

Every once in a while, I'll find myself at one of those parties where everyone, except for me, seems to know everyone, except for me. I'm not that outgoing, and at events like this I usually end up drifting aimlessly through the lonely crowd, sipping on something or other until I feel tipsy enough that my time didn't seem wasted, and heading home to wallow in my discontent.

Sometimes, though--when I'm unusually lucky, or unusually tipsy--I manage to find someone in the same situation, someone I can relate to, someone to commiserate and complain with. Our friendship may be fleeting and arbitary, but is deeper in that moment of shared sorrow than all but the truest love. Whether or not I see them again, a bond is formed, the fact of chance only adding a sheen of significance to our meeting. The strange, bittersweet warmth created by the encounter is profound.

Be Still (Extended Remix) gives me that warmth. It is a revelation in the form of techno music. To listen to Be Still (Extended Remix) is to know--nay, to feel--the depths of human experience. It hints at the divine.

"Be Still," said Kaskade.

"(Extended Remix)," said God.

-ADL

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