I can't quite place my finger on it. . . that being—exactly how Burial’s music creates millions of thoughts swirl about in my head so well. The question arises again as I listen to his latest release, Vial. . . this track makes me wish I was walking alone at night on dark alley in south London smoking a cigarette (I don't smoke), contemplating my life.
Despite a morbid sounding moniker, Burial's music is none-the-like. Rather his rythmns come off as peaceful and luminous in a slightly mournful manner. His use of distorted heavy bass draws me in . . . Repetitious (as any great artist should be) and consistently unexpected.
He stands aside in a genre full of wankers and gratefully, we'll never see him DJ'ing in front of a crowd with his arms stretched out in the Jesus position or giging in a black underground dungeon in London . . . He won awards at the eponymous point of his career and has been marked as perhaps the artist to bring Drum & Bass (dubstep sister-genre) to a standstill, all meanwhile remaining invisible. . .
I don't need to know his name, see his face, touch him or know the technical details behind his orchestrations. Whatever drives him to make music is distinctly done with the absence of greed or pride . . . Authentic. Rare.
He reaches the depths of me from where I sit and the sexiest part is that I don't think he has any regard for that.
He reaches the depths of me from where I sit and the sexiest part is that I don't think he has any regard for that.
This is not an official review or a critique; simply just a diary of personal thoughts from an admirer. . .
