By: Caitlin Hoffman
“Didn’t know what this would be”
I’ve been looking. I’ve been getting bored. It’s become routine tedium: listen, like, review, forget, with little regret, unthreatening pop and riding crops and not enough fantasy.
“I jumped the gun, so sure you’d split and run, ready for the worst before the damage was done”
I need music that breaks and builds me. It has to understand where I’m coming from. I still pine for bouncy, sweet light, but from this point forward, there will be days only Ms Mr will suffice.
“Welcome to the inner workings of my mind”
They are intelligently designed, infinite darkness, subtle (that is, ripping) explosions.
“Keep my eyes open, my lips sealed, my heart closed and my ears peeled”
Music should let you be sober. Music should let you be anything. Sound is a spiritual experience- when done right, at least.
“Dig up her bones but leave the soul alone”
“We found a way to escape the day”
But I’m confused: Ms Mr doesn’t seem like the typical duo I’d like. They’re brand fucking new (Secondhand Rapture, a flood of genius, was released in 2013), they’re music school graduates, clean and tight and signed, New York based with gorgeous faces.
I thought genius was over. I thought music couldn’t be composed if it was mixed. And here I am, so happy to be proven wrong.
“How could you be what I wanna see, when my reality could never live up to the fantasy”
We’ve gotta be open to experience anything worthwhile. Your soul mate may be dressed up in the last persona you’d expect.
“The world is gonna burn as long as we’re going down”
“Baby, you should stick around”
I’m affronted by a strange, cerebral kiss: tribal, indelible, healing, mystic. There are so few bands I think, burn and bathe in. It would take me twenty-six hours of constant exposure to get remotely drained. Even then, as soon as they drop me off, I gotta turn it on again.
Love is both scary and beautiful when it gets compulsive.
“Hard to believe this could cause me harm”
What I love most about Secondhand Rapture (their first album, in case I’m too euphoric for facts to translate) is how many layers it explores. Music should be psychologically complex. This is!!!
I’ll try to talk human for a bit: What kind of music do they play? No clue. Wikipedia tags them under indie pop, alternative rock, dream pop and dark wave, which is about as useful as any genre explanation. When are people gonna get science is magic, and magic is subjective? I don’t care what you call it; I love it regardless.
“You only picked me up to bring me down”
They remind me where it hurts, and close my wounds by helping me open up.
“It didn’t come easy; I’m glad it was hard”
When I first heard them I thought (among many, many things): “This can’t just be music! Oh wait, music’s everything.”
I’m so lucky they were given to me. Thank you.