I always have to stop myself when I say I like “all kinds of music”. Because, honestly, that just isn’t true, there is really only one kind of music I like. No, not [just] Black Metal, I’m talking about music in a minor key. I mean, I’m a pretty happy guy, but there is something about sad, sad songs that just does it for me. I don’t dislike Vivaldi’s “Spring” and “Fall”, but I far prefer “Summer” and “Winter” (guess which seasons he writes in a minor key). “Satisfaction” is a fine song, but I’d rather listen to “Paint it Black” any day…you get the idea. Basically, it don’t mean a thing if it ain’t got that sting [of soul crushing sorrow and sadness].
This month on Minor Key Monday I talk about a recent “retro” electronica discovery:
So apparently, just like in metal, this “retro” wave thing is a big deal. There are all kinds of bands with names like Miami Nights 1984 who attempt to capture some kind of sound that is a mixture of John Carpenter music and synthpop. Just like in metal, this exact sound never actually existed, but, just like in metal, it definitely appeals to some kind of nostalgic longing to hear stuff that sounds just like a type of music that has withstood the test of time.
Perturbator is one of these bands who just happens to be on a metal label, and thus they eventually came to my attention. I was pleasantly surprised to find out that they were not in fact a metal band, but rather a band that sounded like they could be on a slightly less precious and slightly more juvenile version of the Drive soundtrack.
Right from that opening synth melody, I knew this was a song for me. Silly terminator clip aside, this is a seriously epic track. One hell of a crushing production links a couple totally sweet synth lines into a track full of strobing synths and epic as shit melodies. Compositionally there might not be a whole lot to it, but that hardly matters. This isn’t a track to be analyzed down to the smallest detail, this is a track to which one will be uncontrollably compelled to sound their barbaric yawp over the rooftops of the dystopian megapolis that they inhabit.