So… if nothing else, 2012 proved that by George the Mayans had it all kinds of right: the year proved a renaissance of apocalyptic proportions – a year when the culturally amnesiac cynics failed to recognize a sea change over the screams of their own skeptic scoffs… alas, even in the midst of privately-backed Super-PAC pocketed media, bindered women, NRA publicity stunts, mass school shootings, a deluge of false formations and knowledge starvation, the spectacle’s continued triumph over literacy shrugged – and oh, Sandy; even in the midst of all that, there was music – glorious music – because after all, to mark the fall, the birth of tragedy is forever conceived in the spirit of music.
Somewhere along the 365 steps on the road to perdition where those albums that in their own way, reminded me of what “those” Mayans might play had they lived to see this day…
Trilogy – The Weeknd
After the party is the after-party and after the after is the hangover… a house of balloons bacchanalia, lifted nocturnal Thursday smolder exploding before sunrise’s echoed silence. The Weeknd’s major label release captured the entirety of an amnesiac culture’s underground. Monstrous melodies and ominous epiphanies linger through a three act hip-hoperatic. It is so beastly and so beautiful, so filthy, so rich.
They see my brain melting
And the only thing I tell em
Is that I’m living for the present
And the future don’t exist
Baby all your sins are your best friends
And nothings ever ever your fault
Nothings your fault baby, no
Baby you don’t need your best friends
Cause I got everything you want
When Trilogy persists, it does so like the endless night, and when it concludes, it capstones a most perfectly crafted improper release. Three the hard way expressed so lyrically… Lonely star’s life of the party – you’re going to want to be high for this… Keep bad romancing ’til the world ends.