Review Summary: Apes with sticks make noises.
"Spiderland" is an album by the band Slint. It contains music. Music can lead to emotional responses in humans. They are weirdly attracted to noises in patterns. It's almost like they've been designed for it. The patterns. The humans. Whatever. And that's where Slint come in. They're that huge "whatever" just lurking behind the next best thought. Slint went into a staring contest with the abyss and the abyss just looked elsewhere. That's where the breadcrumbs come in. Pick them up with your mouth, swallow them whole. The funny taste will not go away. There's something off about this life.
With every chord, every shrieking lead guitar motif, every beat of the drum. There is a message between all of this, there just has to be. And that's where the joke comes in. It's right in the mirror. The self, the loathing, the self-loathing. And still, there is beauty in between all of this. Just hidden in plain sight. Is laterality a word? Now it is. "Spiderland" is a lateral album. It just happened. The humans didn't notice it at first, like they often do. Then they developed a liking in the weird little noises. And they flocked around them. Built them a little shrine, because the humans really like fire.
So what the *** is "Spiderland". Yes, exactly. That's the point. At least that's what it looks like, and that's where the brain comes in. The reception of an album, its deconstruction, all the little dots. Just waiting to catch fire. Like spiders do. They occasionally catch fire, mostly due to natural hazards. Natural is a word. Slint is that moment just before everything falls apart. The glimmer that leads to a spark. The ripple that leads to an effect. That miniscule distortion on the surface hiding the earthquake underneath. The wave that hits you, picks you up with its mouth, swallows you whole.
I've read that this album smells like cigarettes. What a human thing to say. Almost as if someone thought about it. Twice at least, else it wouldn't have happened. That's where history comes in. The elders speak in wisdom to the younglings who have gathered around the fire. Apes with sticks make noises. That's the gist of it. And there's nothing wrong with that, on the contrary. It's about the story. That resemblance of sanity, which ignited everything. Maybe it's just noise. Whatever. And that's where genius comes in. It's a human concept of idolizing other humans for doing something unexpected. Something that just had to happen. Someone had to do it. And it happened to be Slint.
This was a review. It contained words about the album "Spiderland" by the band Slint. It led to a strong emotional response by the reviewer.
