Wings of Desire – OUTTAMAMIND
Genre: Indie Rock, Garage Rock, Alternative Rock
You tend to realize what sort of things carry power by the desire and will of the powers that be to try and suppress them. In the majority of societies, things such as sex, violence and ideas regarding personal freedom are frowned upon.
In a way it makes sense. When one individual strays from the desires of the community, more will follow. If they actually manage to liberate themselves, they won’t wish to be part of a great plan involving the whole of society. If they perish while trying, they won’t be of very much help.
Wings of Desire, an indie-rock group, named presumably after the cult classic German movie from the late 1980s, show no desire of wanting to be part of society. The lyrics to the song OUTTAMAMIND deal with reincarnation, parallel lives and the Mandela effect, and read like a page entry on a website dedicated to the occult and esoteric issues. Wings of Desire dress sharp, play the right kind of instruments and sound like the kind of young occultists that wish to earn their fortune and fame while they’re young and look good.
A Place To Bury Strangers – In My Hive
Genre: Post-Punk, Shoegaze, Indie Rock
Rock used to be thought of as a potentially dangerous weapon. Governments, in particular, were never too happy with the potential of the music to influence people. Granted, if you look back to simpler times it may not entirely appear this way. All those kids dressed in funny clothes were being treated by prophets by their worthy disciples. Was that really such cause for concern?
It’s not just what those people told their followers, but rather what they would leave out. Yes, this is a trick that most religions use. Granted, most of the time it’s out of a desire to have to answer to things that can’t be easily answered. Yet, it’s also a strategy that has to do with the fact that an unresolved mystery offers those trying to solve the riddle a lot more room to manoeuvre.
This is one of the things that A Place To Bury Strangers, NYC sonic terrorists, do well. Their music is expressive and confusing. It asks a lot of questions and offers few answers. It’s like being forced to tune in to a ritual from outer space. In My Hive, in particular, sounds like music used to affect reality to one’s will, however little else information is offered. If they’d put up A Place To Bury Strangers on trial, someone would have enough material to write a present-day version of Helter Skelter soon enough.