Gregor Samsa
Drawing rooms were never really about drawing
In my neverending quest to be sophisticated, I am going to stop referring to my living room as such and call it the “drawing room” instead. Doesn’t that sound much more polished and interesting? After all the living room is simply the logical continuity of the Victorian drawing room, which in turn is short form for “withdrawing room.” Wow, I like that even better.
“Why don’t we go have a coffee in the withdrawing room?” Yeah, I like the ring of that.
Then, once arrived in the withdrawing room with my guests, I would put on some Gregor Samsa, their newest Jeroen Van Aken single, of course, as I am both timely and worldly. I would then go on to tell my guests that the band is named after a character from Franz Kafka’s The Metamorphosis, and would expunge on existentialism, the darkness of human relationships, dropping the terms “kafkaesque” and “brechtian” a couple of times for good measure.
The double-edged sword here is that nobody would actually be listening to me, because they would all be entranced by the hauntingly poised execution of Gregor Samsa’s music. The initial composed, hypnotic notes on Jeroen Van Aken gradually enter a blurry, foggy sonic environment, out of which tintinnabulates cristalline chimes and reverberating co-ed vocals. Then everything muddles itself into a deep, throbbing, heartbeat-like sense of nervousness, all done in the muted, no-sound-for-granted post-rock sophistication that has become their trademark.
Hm… Perhaps they are too sophisticated… Maybe I play some Little Richard instead.
“Let’s go listen to some Little Richard in the withdrawing room.”
I may have to re-think this one completely.
MP3: Gregor Samsa - Jeroen Van Aken
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