Fragments of artefacts - artefacts which you just know, when whole, were brilliant, but never will be again - are intensely frustrating. Case in point;
(inasmuch as a sentence is an artefact)
"I dream of crafting a song, a sound-scape so richly dense and complex, that[...]"My complete inability to recall what came next, or find it recorded anywhere, has been bugging me for about three years. Of course, it's because it's because the open-ended 'well what reaction then...?' nature of the question leaves you scrabbling around to fill the gap that it's so arresting. The rest of the sentence was beautiful, that much I remember. Just not exactly what it was.
- Peter Blegvad, possibly via his 'Static in the Attic' persona adopted for eartoons on BBC Radio 3's 'The Verb', which'd date it to late 2004/early 2005, though it was played to me in August 2006.
In frustration, I've dug up the contextual background to my encounter with it, which was P.B introducing me to The Books. So this is where I went looking.
This is a band accused (that is, they deny that which reviews have attempted to brand them with), unsurprisingly, of aleatoricism. Which'll do as a first go at filling the blank.
"I dream of crafting a song, a sound-scape so richly dense and complex, that it appears aleatory."
To emulate randomness seems perverse, but luckily that isn't the sentiment. Rather, the[/a?] point might be that that what is random and what is tightly controlled are not so far apart.
Note, for example, that the track which immediately follows Thankyoubranch on the studio début Thought For Food (which is all over there -> ) is this, completely different creature.
Juxtaposition?
Well, obviously. But 'hey guys, aren't these dissimilar' is itself pretty meaningless. And juxtaposition has got to mean something or the word wouldn't have been drilled into me so firmly for GCSE Lit.
So: The Books aren't about creating random noises, either for its own sake or to explore the nature of randomness on its own terms. Nor are they avant garde or post-modern in the usual fashion*, casually leaning conventional against unconventional.
To listen to bands like Cougar, [early] Fiery Furnaces, etc, it's often easier to let yourself get buried in their world. Sitting in the musical armchair provided by the commercial sonic conventions of the mainstream** and trying to appreciate strident disharmony and dice-roll time signatures is often uncomfortable (not intentionally, I would claim), so baptismal immersion plays a role in appreciation.
But "I dream of crafting a song, a sound-scape so richly dense and complex, that you have to work hard to enjoy it." is no closer.
And this probably isn't what The Books are after, either, because you're not allowed to be under the surface of obscurity for too long.
"I dream of crafting a song, a sound-scape so richly dense and complex, that those who listen long to be immersed"? Actually, this feels like progress. Communicating that longing for perfect intricacy by impressing the search on the consumer, inducting them into the process. Striving to induce striving,
*yes, 'usual post-modernism'. Take it up with - http://is.gd/doZZ2
**[/pretension]
Problem is, this is only one route into the question. The Books are a scrambled enigma of eartrigue in their own right (even they struggle to keep a handle on what they're trying to do), and are only tangentially connected to the problem for which they're here employed.
It's silly to suppose that their dream matches Blegvad's, even if they articulate it.
And frankly, what if they do just makes weird shit?.
That title up there was also the name of a song by a mate's-older-brother's ska band 'Kiss My Brass' (expressly NOT after a rather better San Francisco outfit, or that Bette Midler tour) that was floating around my home scene back when I was 15 or so. They weren't very good, but "hey Russell! Russell! ... Not bad, how've you been? ... Have a good one. ... Yeah man, I know the band...", so will always have a grubby little place in my heart.
Another new thing fell out of me and landed here, if you're interested in European post-rock or intense wankery. Especially if you're interested in both.
And since we're on music, let some incredible sax happen to you, immediately.
