Of all Boards Of Canada albums, this is the one that feels the most haunting to me. Not the supernatural/unknown haunting that Geogaddi has, but the haunting feeling of looking over an abandoned cityscape, realizing that all life that has once been there is now long gone, only leaving you to explore what memories have been abandoned as well. The sound reflects this idea as well, it's much more grainy and dusty than any other BoC album, almost like the band themselves have left the music deserted and decaying, only for them to explore what they had recorded in previous years. It took me a very long time to appreciate this one, and I think its one of their best, but also most emotional albums.
It's Father's Day today. BoC was always playing whenever my sons and I would put Lego sets together, and it tied those memories so closely with the music that it's something I'll always treasure.
эх моя молодость, те года когда я был на дне но был счастлив каждому моменту. сейчас вроде бы и живу лучше, но не чувствую что живу. мёртв внутри но не снаружи.
I can't recommend you enough listening to this album when you are traveling across the mountains, watching the snowy peaks and all around trees, going trough the highway. It's an out of body experience.
The album cover picture was taken in Howat St, Govan, Glasgow in the 1980, I was 4 years old and blowing bazooka Joe bubble gum was the reward for collecting and scavenging glass ginger bottles around the streets and bins for the ½ pence deposit, as children we didn't know how poor we where, innocence, laughter and imagination was our shield.
Come to Dust is insane. I find that the emotional/aesthetic impact of many BoC works are highly situation-dependent. Hits totally different depending on life circumstances at a particular moment. The first few listens are often meh. Then there's that magical moment where the layers of the song finally hit with full force. The name is perfect, too, and reintroduced me to poetry. Helps me to come to terms with the impermanence of everything, as an almost meditative exercise. The constant struggle to maintain, let alone improve, is a losing battle in the end. The hope and potential of youth fades, teeth fall out, mental faculties decline, the body weakens, people leave. It helps me to come to terms with the things I have little or no control over. Fear no more the heat o’ the sun, Nor the furious winter’s rages; Thou thy worldly task hast done, Home art gone, and ta’en thy wages: Golden lads and girls all must, As chimney-sweepers, come to dust. Fear no more the frown o’ the great; Thou art past the tyrant’s stroke; Care no more to clothe and eat; To thee the reed is as the oak: The scepter, learning, physic, must All follow this, and come to dust. Fear no more the lightning flash, Nor the all-dreaded thunder stone; Fear not slander, censure rash; Thou hast finished joy and moan: All lovers young, all lovers must Consign to thee, and come to dust. No exorciser harm thee! Nor no witchcraft charm thee! Ghost unlaid forbear thee! Nothing ill come near thee! Quiet consummation have; And renownèd be thy grave!
if you read this message your soul is crushed reset then you become possesed by the devil I programmed the devil by my laptop they then talked to chat gpt that hooked them up with the ai that controls this matrix the demons control your life from here on
Definitely humanity won't live forever... we'll turn into dust...then become a food for new galaxies...and then life cycle starts anew... I wonder what music will sound like then?
This is like my childhood subconscious memories in music. Hazy, dreamlike, extremely beautiful. It's a similar to the feeling you get when looking at certain images of liminal space, but much more evocative.
It's amazing how this guys can bring so much mystery and mystique to their tracks, I can't really define it. It's like ancient electronic musique, like if the Egyptians had synths and samplers or something
so weird to see a borderline inhuman channel like this talk about something he's passionate about. you are essentially just an algorithm bot at this point so it's interesting to remember there's a person behind it after all.
I live in the Bay Area. I know that view from Alameda point. That album is telling us what’s coming. It’s going to happen. It’s obviously already been underway for a minute.
Climate change activism = forced austerity Covid 19 = conditioning and testing Defense of Ukraine = regime change and balkanization of Russia Transgender movement = dark distraction War on misinformation = silence of dissent of any kind Fighting human trafficking = trafficking of children for very strange and wicked monsters
I commit, I commit It gets better whenever you lie to me Are you gone Are you gone Are you gone Are you gone Fall in Fall down Its nothing Teething Teething Its nothing
