I am a last century man. I am afraid of all this technology and where it's taking us. I did not have a cellphone until 2010. I did not have a computer until 2000. For me, things are moving so fast. I am George Jetson without a jet pack. That said, I LOVE THIS ALBUM. It is my favorite release of 2014, thus far.
Erika M. Anderson (EMA) taps into my post-millennium tension. The music is unsettling and jarring juxtaposed with beautiful, soothing synths and vocals. "I feel I blew my soul out across he interwebs," she sings on 3Jane, and she is afraid she will never get back to herself. There is life and then internet life and who you are at any given time is slippery at best. We now have the ability to move from one persona to the next at a whim. Easy to lose oneself.
Satellites, the album opener, begins with an annoying static that soon blends in with a synth chord and hand claps to become a beat. Ugliness into beauty, and this happens throughout the album. The listener is drawn into the noise and then soothed. Or the opposite occurs. A relaxed, soft song is smacked to life with squeals of machine noise, or better, Erika's vocal chord shredding scream as in So Blonde, a beautiful little pop song Courtney Love would have killed to have written.
The album cover and title, The Future's Void, is very telling. We can not see EMA's face and she is looking into a view finder, and we can't see what she's looking at either. Nor can she see us, so where does leave human interaction in this strange new world? What can we really know about one another?
I HIGHLY RECOMMEND this album. I like it better than Past Life Martyred Saints, which was also brilliant, so that's saying a lot.