Keeping Score–Annihilation & Arca

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BY KATHERINE ANDREWS //

At the beginning of quarantine, I found myself gravitating towards the juicy, campy, and albeit oftentimes problematic movies of 50s sci-fi. They’re predictable — something mysterious happens, 40 minutes of dialogue, and then 15 minutes of kitschy special effects and action. It’s a digestible 70 minutes of escapism. (If I zone out, I’m probably thinking about the poster from The Wasp Woman (1959)). When it comes to their sounds and scores though, many lack the sort of experimental and imaginativeness that make later sci-fi soundtracks some of my favorite to revisit. At their best, these scores can shape the world of the movie by blending the familiar into something atmospheric, dark, and a little experimental. 

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Frisson, vol. 2

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BY BRYN TAYLOR //

Welcome back to Frisson: your weekly guide to all things auditorily aesthetic. In this volume, we’ll be diving into 3 songs from 3 completely different genres. It’ll take a time machine to travel through these 3 song-eras… so let’s get started. 

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Musicking and Reshaping our Definition of Music

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BY OLIVER KOGOD  //

There’s this guy named Christopher Small who I’m assuming you haven’t heard of (I also had no idea who he was when I first read his name). He was this guy from New Zealand who wrote a lot about music and its function. I want to share some of his ideas with you all because I think they  are valuable for music lovers and could change what music means in a beneficial way.    

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“I Don’t Care That You All Like Mac DeMarco”: Problems with Indie Uniformity

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BY OLIVER KOGOD //

There is a special feeling that arises in me after I hand over $5 and enter the cramped basement. The room is packed with college kids, everyone is sweaty, drunk and/or high, and all dressed up for the concert. It feels like a ritual. We look forward to these shows. We arrive together and dance together and get our ears bombarded with loud noise together. For a long time, these crowded shows were my favorite nights. I took care of schoolwork and errands knowing that once I made it to Friday night I’d be enjoying live  music with my friends.  

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