Review Summary: dinosaur old cold hill you doubt out me
It’s late, it’s dark. Rain is falling around me, each raindrop a helpless victim of gravity as it plummets to the lowest point possible. I’m cold, I’m wet. Each step feels like a thousand strides, slowly guiding me to my lowest point yet. As I close my eyes, an overwhelming sense of numbness floods my brain. Nothing has ever felt more daunting, nothing has ever felt this incomprehensibly impossible. I persist.
My mind is barely hanging on, desperately flicking through memories to help me stay in motion. As pictures blur and fragments dwindle, one date permeates. October 24th, 2023. The day I listened to
Millions of Dead Menposters. I reflect on the way Hobo Sapiens’ opening cut is undoubtedly a song with a beat and several lyrics. I remember how Wet Velvet’s “Sheer” captured my attention with its ethereal post punk vibes and endearing vocals. I consider the unique sequencing of the record as Kelsey Strombopalys’ track perfectly synced up with my washing machine slowly succumbing to the thriving caulk buildup.
I won’t succumb. I will get through this.
Rocxo and Bugg:P’s collaborative “Homegrown” allowed me to breathe, even as the chorus hook demanded all available oxygen to itself. Subsequently, Theophany’s transformed any remaining gases into a black metal cut that sounds at least as good as any other song with thirty seconds of straight silence as an outro. Similarly, Self Twelve’s contribution is something that needs to be experienced - not listened to. Nightmare Puppy’s “My Cosmos Your Babychild” is straight up garbage and sounds like the kind of song created by someone who’d force me to listen to excruciatingly long albums on more than one occasion. Admittedly, it also sounds like a song created by someone who understands the value of community unlike anyone else.
I won’t die. We will get through this.
Nothing could have prepared me for Visit Kalvhaga’s seminal “Morris Black”; its tones working their way into my head as they played for multiple minutes. Marcus Crowe’s instrumental piece feels driving, energetic, and perfectly complements the beautiful dying cat-isms of Creelweaver’s “Kaloma”. Space, I need space. Pizzamachine continues embodying neither man nor machine on “Digits”, its frantic textures most definitely constituting textures. A break, I need a break. AYFA offers a break. It’s serene, it’s peaceful, it’s beautiful.
What is more beautiful than community?
My feet tremble at the memory of A Slow Descent’s excellent “Robert Durst on Meth”. It’s a quiver, it’s a shake: it’s motion. One could even argue it’s as dynamic as Endling’s shift into minimal ambient house on “The Art of Pulling Rabbits From a Hat”, quite possibly the best song on
Millions of Dead Menposters. Similarly, Belovdd’s embracing of epic metal vocal tutorial (learn how to scream quick) and toy keyboard presets is undeniably crunk and nothing short of mesmerising.
What is more mesmerising than love?
Thank god for BetweentheSkye. I love “Hypertrance”. Cromulent’s contribution is equally excellent, exemplifying what dungeon synth would sound like if it didn’t sound like absolutely terrible and like kids music. Time is running out. “Concave Love” by The Heist Revenge does not feel like love, but it does feel good. Perhaps it feels like sex. I wouldn’t know, I’m on Sputnikmusic dot com. Speaking of long things, Serene Paralysis’ song is, in fact, long. I am getting close. Closer. “Relax/Contract” by Feel Alright might have been recorded in that one submarine full of dead billionaires. Dead menposters? Millions of them.
So close. So close. So close.
The home stretch. Perhaps I can stretch until home. “Let Down” is a song by Stardust. I love the vocal production, probably. Closing cut “Into the Blaze” by Waves Ablaze is the song that ends the album
Millions of Dead Menposters by Molecular Corporation also known as a slice of the Sputnikmusic dot com community. It is over. I am home. Community is love is beautiful is nice. Fuck.
I can rest. I let it in. And it took everything.
