review: ODDSAC


So last night I hit Grand Central in downtown Miami w/ Cira, met Bunny and Eden for ODDSAC, the Animal Collective/Danny Perez visual album. Ran into Prem and Yasmin on the way in, but they didn’t get in until later. Bunny and Ed introduced us to Emily (not Public Emily #1, Bunny’s Mrs., but another one; electronic musician. Seemed nice, but quiet and disappeared when we got inside.) The merch table had shirts and a poster (that Deakin apologetically said was for display purposes only, as they’d run out.) Producer comes on, says welcome, here’s Danny the director, he says how much he digs MIA and he’s got fam from here and it’s a weird place and here’s a movie to take you to another weird place. (I am paraphrasing.)

It’s probably slightly impossible to classify the damn thing. It’s not a video set to AC music, and it’s not a movie w/ an AC soundtrack. The music’s really bass-heavy in parts, heavy atmospheric and trance bits, acoustic guitar and sudden dynamic shifts, vocals etc. So great. The visuals are chaotic and have a vague series of “stories” or “sections” — they’re more like video vignettes to accompany these soundscapes. The addition of the visuals makes the music less vague and more defined “dark”, imo. A lot of AC’s latter stuff has dark overtones but this makes it more explicit. There were a few things I could have done without — the “water static” scene about 10 minutes in went on too long, I found it kind of grating and boring, but that’s probably my only real complaint. The opening piece, bass-heavy and vocal, sort of like a trance-y meditation

During the Q&A period afterwards someone asks the question I am wanting to ask: “What does ODDSAC mean?” and Danny says “you’ll find out in the morning when the subliminal effects have had time to sink in”, everyone laughs and someone else asks about the equipment (DVX100, final cut pro, after effects,) and someone asks the most insipid question: “how much fun was this to make?” (which is maybe another way to say “I have nothing to ask but would like you to acknowledge that I spoke to you”) — unsurprisingly, it was apparently a lot of fun to make. I’m going to posit that the title is way to conflate the ideas of a jumble of oddness and a sort of nascent strange egg (cf Coil’s “Strange Birds”“One day your eggs are going to hatch and some very strange birds are going to emerge”, although I don’t think that’s what they were referring or alluding to, I mean that it’s in the similar idea.) Other bits: the Guggenheim installation was apparently much, much harder to do than this (Danny Perez also did that w/ AC), although the dude asking also wanted to know if they had plans to do more work like this (or the Guggenheim thing) in the future, that was left sort of open — Deakin said that Guggenheim thing was a sudden thing they didn’t know about until it was possible; no word on whether they’d do another visual album like this.

At any rate, Danny’s joke aside, I did have a horrible nightmare this morning. Personally very frightening and woke heart pounding and angry and confused, woozy and headache.

Here’s the trailer, doesn’t do it any justice:

If you get a chance, go, it’s fucking brilliant. It’ll be on DVD in June, no non-DVD CD release.

dream 30jun09


i am part of a manhunt for a killer; fragments of me walking through VG and springs before this; then there’s the manhunt and he’s spying on us so we try to fake him out (hands raised in a circle?) and then we get paired up and go out searching for pieces of clues or whatever. i am paired up with Bee and we are arguing in the way that we did where every trivial thing seemed leaden with Import and i grab her ass as a joke and she takes it too seriously and is all silently fuck you about it when we run across this guy and then I am dead, and apparently the afterlife is a fucking hike through traintracks and an abandoned building full of pipes that leads into a bank lobby without a floor (nothing but water). Everyone marches across this long track and on the left people get separated into tented off areas, and behind them there’s boats and water and stuff. but if you keep going to the ‘bank teller’ area, to get to the ‘tellers’ you have to sort of cross this stone floor that disappears and so you have to imagine it being there (or pretend that it’s not not-there). Taylor (WTF) helps me get across when the floor disappears, he grabs my shirtneck and just fucking hauls ass across. There’s a teller i recognise but she avoids me and i learn to ignore the floor so i can walk on the air above the water OK and she stops ignoring me then, i leave the bank area and Cookie’s there and we’re both ‘assigned’ to this guy, short skinny mustache, and cook wants to write a letter to the living he left behind and this gets me thinking about my wife & son and I want to write them a letter too. cook and i bullshit our way into the real world with mustacheguy, a breakfast joint next to a real bank with post office. cookie distracts and i mail the letters and just as we’re getting found out i wake

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dream 9jun09


going to bob dylan show with Little Trouble Girl and it’s in a mall and we get lost and separated and back and getting there run into Bee and she’s mean and I am very polite to annoy her and to keep from totally blowing up and then i ignore her and go into the place it looks faux-roman, someting out of a 60’s movie and i wake

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dream 31mar09


in a big megamart warehouse, like a costco or super walmart and i am running around trying to find and get my guitar from Los but it’s still being fixed so i just wind up taking his Jackson (with a dinky neck) or maybe custom Ibanez instead

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dream 28mar09


i am in kentucky, driving in a fucking van, heading to a folk gig just me and my acoustic guitar which is not my current acoustic which is a cutaway but rather a dreadnought and i run into Little Trouble Girl who tells me she blew her boss, telling me “i guess those lap dance lessons paid off” and a coquetish look which is totally unlike her (because she has strong moral objections to boss/employee hanky panky) and then i run into the twins (i think shawn? i don’t remember) who offer me a guitarist gig in their metal band and i tell them i’ll sit in but i still live in miami dudes so i can stop by but regular gigs here are bit of a bitch and the alarm goes off and i wake

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