Automata II - the second part of the first part of the analysis of Automata
"It's here, it's here! Now we can get to the bottom of this Automata thing."
Three heads simultaneously jerked up from their computers, with matching left eye squints and nose crinkles. After several eternities of awkward silence, Sandra remarked with the delicate meekness of a 19th-century English orphan in some dismal London rookery. "Oh, Bottle. Please, no. We would gladly listen to the wood chipper again, if it pleases you."
"Whaaa, with an emphatic interrobang," replied Bottle. "What have you got against Between the Buried and Me? They're great. I suppose this particular concept might turn out to be nonsense, but the music is awesome. You just hate the death growls that much?"
"Yes. It is a stench upon the nose of our ears most foul."
"It's supposed to be horrible. I talked about that way back with Black Dahlia Murder. Ok, what if i put it this way? The parts where Tommy actually sings, what do those do for you?"
"Oh, those are a choir of angels, sir. If he sang all their songs like that we'd be totally on board." The head bobbing corroboration for this response was quite unanimously emphatic, complete with widened eyes and an exuberance not seen in the bunker for quite some time.
"What's that tell you?" To call Bottle's perculiar form of nonchalant snark a blow to the collective psyche would be glossing over how much they clearly did not wish to participate in the evening's festivities. Nevertheless, it was at this point that Bottle ascended his soapbox of doom, and began his by now familiar orational madness. Thus i take my own leave, good reader. May we meet again after the distance between the buried and ourselves has been shortened by some tangible, yet mayhap not irredeemable distance...
[The voice of Bottle]
The singy parts are the deranged insanity ideas that represent the real world, the screaming represents what it actually feels like on the inside. When it comes to this band, you won't even consider what they have to say. Well, we're doing it whether you want to or not. First we're just gonna listen to Automata II, then we're gonna try to figure the whole thing out. It might be good, it might be bad, but gosh darnit, i'm gonna understand it if it's the last thing i do. Callback in 3, 2, 1, roll that beautiful bean footage.
Lovely, just lovely. Do yourself a favor and listen to it. Pretend it's in a foreign language, let yourself be lost, taste the rainbow, or something. I'm a rum and coke guy, but bring your chocolate milk, or apple juice, or windex. Heck, even youtube ad interruptions would be hilariously apropos. You don't have to like it, but there's really very little to not like, in my opinion. Meet me back in the place where i put that thing that time (Hackers reference), and we'll do that thing i do ALL the time....
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