On two sides
Prima o poi tutti i dvd finiranno nel cestino. E’ così accecante la visione nitida dei colori sullo schermo video collegato al lettore dvd. Quanto è bello guardare un vecchio film nel formato originale non rimasterizzato, riscoprire le vecchie videocassette sepolte da cumuli di polvere e la pellicola rovinata dall’incuranza del tempo. L’imperfezione della trasmissione visiva riflette l’indecisione dei tratti emotivi, l’indeterminazione dei movimenti sensoriali. La perfezione razionale della tecnologia hide despicably human errors. It 'now time to return to the roots of the primitive audio-visual transposition. The media narrative should not alter the message. Blank Dogs name was Mike Sniper, fresh from an American multi-instrumentalist in a hardcore-punk (in the DC Snipers), shares the great Weltsanschaung this. In 2008 he published the debut album "On Two Sides", hailed by critics as a return to low-fidelity, so dear to artists of the nineties as Pavement, Guided by Voices, Sebadoh. But that usually makes the brave young sniper? Hard to say, escapes from every possible rating. And then I think it can not be precisely more to categorize groups and artists. Blank Dogs develop a sound all its own, with its golden wings, fly sweet, like a tender graceful bird of fallen branches, dark woods with thick bushes and trees. A sort of rowdy nightingale will not be remembered of course for his pitch, but the fragmented nature of voice revenues. A fountain of sounds. Sketches of words dripping on the canvas paintings of the staff notes, colored in bright colors with hints of beautiful post-punk to Wire ("Ants," "Epic moves") and touches of dark-new wave, shaded by a voice reminding ghost Robert Smith at times a cooled ("blaring speeches"). It 's easy to fixate, oblivious to the outside world, his mind in the clouds of light-heartedness ("Meltdown cloud"), finds himself repeating gestures automated-robotic, press and press again to infinity as the "replay" to relive moments pop fleeting crossed by electric turbine ("Calico Hands," "Pieces," "The Station", "The lines"). Light-hearted moments of lucid madness with lots of choirs, rumbling like echoes in the void ("Three Window Room", "RCD song"). This and more is the amazing universe of Blank Dogs.
