It’s the aural equivalent of a computer’s 3D rendering of a middle finger to anyone who lets haughtiness obscure understanding. He wants you to think about why you have aversions to certain tones and timbers, and why others immediately bring childhood impressions screaming back into your brain. He elevates sounds otherwise considered cheesy by putting them in a formal philosophical context. OPN’s music can seem overly sterile on the first few encounters, but to dismiss it as simply pretentious would be ironic given the sonic palette Lopatin uses. It’s music that, for better or for worse, you can only think about. You can’t dance to it and you can’t fuck to it (or at least it would be lousy for either of those activities). True, much of his work was composed using a vintage Roland Juno-60 synthesizer, but the forms he explores with it are often couched in deep layers of metaphysical theory, which goes hand-in-hand with its New Agey textures. That’s because Daniel Lopatin, the man behind OPN, is almost more of a philosopher/sound-collagist than he is a musician. It’s an atypical form of music, surely, but a futuristic, heady mélange of sounds made by human invention, sometimes in a weird attempt to recreate sounds in the natural world.
Or, if you were an alien life form, perhaps your interpretation of the record would feel a lot like Garden Of Delete.
#Oneohtrix point never rar plus
If you took all the sounds on that Voyager Golden Record - thunderclaps, bird songs, whale noises, political speeches, Azerbaijani folk music - and mashed them up, perhaps you’d have something that sounds like R Plus Seven. These days it’s hard to think of music more appropriate in some ways, but less representative in others, of earthling sounds than the catalogue of Oneohtrix Point Never. Ironically, rock music was considered too “new” at the time to be considered essential to extraterrestrial understanding of earthlings, especially in comparison to classical greats, like Mozart, Beethoven, and Stravinsky. Goode” was now hurtling through space via NASA’s Voyager Golden Record project, as an example of the very human sound of rock ‘n’ roll. It congratulated Berry on the fact that the rollicking guitar riff on “Johnny B. After the recent passing of Chuck Berry, a letter Carl Sagan wrote to him in 1986 began circulating on social media.
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