Here we go again folks, the dust has barely had time to settle since the release of his debut LP ‘For a King and His Glory’ and our boy Re Teu is back at it with another single dense with furious feeling and stirring sensation. My first spin of the record catapulted me deep into the climax of some sort of tear-jerking, goosebump-inducing sci-fi blockbuster film with a foothold both in the painful sensitivities of the human world and one in the ethereally abstract realm of imagination.
It’s worth noting that all or most of the production is done by the artist himself, creating a perfect synergy between creative and technical ambitions to give the listener the transcendental experience of the type which we often seek in music but rarely do find – (especially through a proper good pair headphones). Every element has its own perfectly allocated place in the overall complexion of this song, as well as on his LP. The lamentful guitar wails behind the thunderous kick drum and snare are at once overbearing and subtle, loud and soft, simultaneously fully enveloping the listener from the very first sound whilst allowing enough space for one’s meditative ponderings.
Through the curtains of screeching distortion, a sample of Chaplin’s notorious speech from The Last Dictator leads the way for the artist to express what seems to me an agonizing expression of woe and dismay. Rarely are one’s personal struggles and strife easily compared to those of the Second World War, and I’m not suggesting this is the case here, but it works well to set the tone and fill in the imaginative spaces left by the vagueness of Re’s sorrowful lyrics. We don’t quite know what exactly he’s referring to but we certainly get a strong feeling of what he’s illustrating.
The lyrical content is actually wonderfully minimalistic, saying no more than needs be said, letting the music and the sample do much of the talking. By succinctly saying “It doesn’t feel right” or anxiously asking “Does it feel right?”, the artist is chanting the mantra of a disenchanted, lost generation and brings to the surface the confused, existentialist angst innate to Charlie and Adolf’s twentieth century, as well as our own. We don’t have to be on the brink of a geopolitical crisis nor face to face with our own extinction to relate to these lyrics or to these feels.
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