Saturday, June 06, 2009


Kinda smitten by the idea of Pure Soft Metal. In the same way as its more sonically extreme second-cousins self-reductify themselves as True Black Metal, etc by genre-prefacing their wares with the words 'True', 'Pure' and so forth - then shouldn't Soft Metal also aspire to some ultimate Platonic ur-variant of itself? Shouldn't it also be allowed to distance itself from The Bogus and The False, from The Overly Commodified.

Pure Soft Metal: even the name summons up some sort of majestic lustre. Skin dusted with silver, a metallic aura akin to platinum. A halo of hairspray propellents caught in perpetual freezeframe. The power-ballad recast as pan-galactic hymn; gated snares erupt like slow-motion volcanoes of sound, glacially slow and coated in a permfrost of reverb. Bombast turned back in on itself, a celebration of The Feminine.

What would it sound like, when all that desire is denied release - when it is forced to bide its time, to gradually navigate its way through 30, 40 minutes of quadraverb swirl? The Ultimate Tease, a prolonged foreplay: one in which the original intention is forgotten or is discarded somewhere along the way...or does the libido become heightened - each sloooow cymbal-crash a heartbeat, each powerchord a sluggish pulse of blood, a slow-building spasm? Would this music become some self-eroticised form of Tantric Sex Metal with an eventual money-shot pay-off, or would the journey become its own spiritual reward?

Pure Soft Metal: it needs an Earth or a Sleep.


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