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| The alert reader will by now have noticed
that we have descended into popup
hell. It is because we are distracted. Darkane’s new album,
whose title we haven’t even told you yet (it’s Expanding
Senses), is playing loudly, and it’s got all the qualities
that make Darkane original: the mixture of soaring melodies and rhythms
that accelerate a little too quickly to be generally palatable; the
guitar/drum breakdowns that emulate locked grooves for brief intervals
and then seem to shrug off their experimental leanings; the heavy
production that lends a very science-ficiton feel to the whole affair.
Through the whole thing runs a distinct overtone of methylphenidate,
popularly known by its brand name, Ritalin. Every move Darkane makes
is distracting; it’s like watching a split-screen movie. The
bizarre, compelling beauty of the cover art contrasts so sharply with
the speed-metal riffing of a song like “Violence From Within”
that one’s circuits begin to short. |
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