Meho Plaza
Chewing on something fun
“So, what do you want to do tonight?”
“I dunno. Why don’t you drop by and we’ll chew the fat.”
Chew the fat. Now there’s an expression which has been lost on me ever since I started to try and make sense of expressions like these. I fully understand its meaning is a product of another time with other values and another way of life, which makes it all the more irrelevant to use today. Even trying to contextualise the idea of sitting around masticating animal lard constituting a recreational way to pass the time melts my mind. Why use it in this century? Why try to keep something relevant when it’s obviously become doddering and digressive?
Meho Plaza seem to be among those who are taking that approach to music, attempting to break it away of some of its more conventional molds and shift it into some highly compelling music. For instance, The Beach is a nervy track, wired and crisp, which flows like pouring a bucket of ball bearings: an unrestrained, coursing, gilded stream of polished fluidity amidst the spattering clicks of metal bumping against metal. As such, the song’s finely strewn melody, tapping into the reaches of post-punk mood-making, undulates along with attractive deliberateness, upon which scrubs an abrasive brush of bitcrushed synths and distorted, quiesced vocals. The result is a textured and savory song which combines a wry sense of popcraft to the “noise nouveau” sound, prevalent in many current like-minded luminaries.
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