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the
mighty ocasek circa 96. yikes.
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who
is this, ocasek?
ocasek was born from the ashes of the monstrosity
known as, the soapbox racers. sbr
was very, very bad. we're talking little boy twee pop bad.
so how did it become ocasek? one day they
said, "fuck this twee shit" and decided to do something
more interesting. this first culmination was released as a
cassingle known as "cassette harness."
it went on. and on. compilation tracks appeared. then there
was the first full length. it's title? "little
missles." yes, it was misspelled. why? you wouldn't
understand. it went on. more compilation appearances. then
the beloved, and never fully appreciated, "non
sans droict." it was improvised. it was fully
of space. it was, in the true meaning of the word, awesome.
the reign of might was closed out by the understated "the
gospel according to mary." an album that, at
its finest moments was better than bad sex, most critics never
even knew existed. it was obscure. look, we recorded and release
a lot of shit. we were seventeen and wise beyond our race.
we made better music than you did when you were seventeen,
and you're jealous. suck it up sleffer, and listen to what
captain montanabe has to say:
what, you may ask, is the special aspect of the mighty ocasek?
well let me tell you.. it was a long while ago and we all
left on a small trip, out to hollywood, to join the ranks
of many former stars. ending up there, was a food wagon full
of joy! a fantasy coming through the realms of large cumulous
clouds! you say, "this is a lie, you made it all up."
to that i answer, cancerous. but the beauty only lies in the
synthesized magnitude of the old old styles played throughout.
only to be consumed by a massive audience, the true true forms
shine through. but still, they remain in a small field overcast
by many larger stars. if one was to say of the bastardized
clan of them all joy would be lost now wouldn't it? you will
get it, but for now you can only ask, "how do i get involved?"
i'm out of answers, you figure it out.
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