USA, 1995, experimental rock / experimental
Though this is not the first time I’ve listened to this, I thought I should just share my thought process while listening to this for the first time… (1) “fuck no” (2) “ugh” (3) “all right I’ll give it until I get to the other building” [I was walking across campus], “and if it’s not improved, I’m stopping listening” (4) [in other building] “ok what’s going on here? this could be cool” (5) [drop off bag, take a piss] “fuck yes”.
Back before Moby-Dick became ensconced in the upper echelons of the canon of American literature, it was, in the late 1900s, loved by a small but rabid group of fans from all walks of life—from academics to stevedores—and one thing they liked to do was recommend the novel to people without comment. The other’s reaction would tell them everything they needed to know about that person. Kind of like a hipster litmus test.
I was talking to one of my music nerd friends about how I do the same thing with music, recommending Night in Galicia without comment. Whether someone has the taste and perception to make it through “A-A-A O-O-O Eh-Eh-Eh EE-EE-EE OO-OO-OO / ААА ООО ЭЭЭ ИИИ УУУ” tells me all I need to know about that person.
Disco Volante is my friend’s litmus test for people, and this album has as many disjointed digressions as Moby-Dick. I approve.
Museum Musica 