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"Cross Out the Inappropriate" (in Dutch) by Kristoff Tilkin
Bibliography
- Humo 3398, 18 Oct 2005, pp. 190-191
- ISSN: 0771-8179
Translated Text
BOARDS OF CANADA - cross out the inappropriate
'Todayâs youth has no respect anymore for A) Music, B) Acne, and C) Yesterdayâs youth'
With their new album Campfire, Boards of Canada â the Scottish electronic duo Marcus Eoin and Michael Sandison â bid farewell to the cult status they achieved after Music Has The Right To Children and foremost Geogaddi. On Campfire, we didnât hear any layered, discomforting ambient littered with obscure references, but instead ten surprisingly straightforward sounding tracks full of weathered easy listening, and the melancholy of bruised Fisher Price-toys.
According to the legend, Eoin and Sandison are unworldly hermits living in a Scottish rural community, but the lads we drink cappuccino with right now in the incredibly hip student quarters of Glasgow are dead normal guys in their thirties who â just like us â grew up during the late seventies and early eighties. Read: too young for the first punk wave, drenched with dry new-wave melancholy, heavily brainwashed by trashy American televison series. If youâre still in doubt: Having watched all âThe A-Teamâ episodes creates a bond.
Marcus Eoin (enthusiastic): "Did you hear that on
Campfire, I played a small part that resembles the jingle of Stephen J. Cannell Productions â you know, the producer of â
The A-Team?"
Humo: "Oops, no."
Marcus: âThe closing jingle of âThe A-Teamâ? No? You see someone using a typewriter while thereâs a âtum-tum-tum-tu-dumâ melody playing in the background. It took me a damn day to recreate it perfectly, thatâs why Iâm happy as a lark when someone tells me he did recognize it (laughs).â
Humo: The Campfire Headphase sounds like the tapes have leavened in a humid cellar for twenty years: dead-gorgeous but half vanished. And the cover looks like a used beer mat: the pictures are totally bleached."
Michael Sandison: "You hit the nail on the head. It had to look like the album had been lying on the dashboard of our car since 1980.â
Marcus: âWe want to react against the sterile, soulless, gleaming junk that is dominating record stores.â
Michael: âI love to browse in my boxes with old cassettes. All those dirty cases I have written on with a marker, the noise between the tracks⌠absolutely charming!
âIn the nineties, producers sometimes mixed the crackling of old vinyl LPs in their tracks to let them sound more authentically. We go much farther: we mutilate our sounds consciously. We donât have to try really hard, though: a lot of our studio equipment is garbage anyway (laughs).â
âDid you ever hear âThe Disintegration Loopsâ from William Basinski? Basinski, an American producer, wanted to convert his twenty-year-old cassettes to a digital format, but because they had been at the bottom of a drawer for so long, fragments of the magnetic tape came off. But instead of stopping the process to save the tapes, he went on with it and got the dying sounds digitalized and on cd. The results are ancient soundscapes sounding fantastic as well as tragic: you can really hear them pass away. When I read that story, I thought: hey, thatâs what weâve been doing for years: writing tracks using sounds that soak off a feeling of melancholy.
âIt bothers me that the kids of today have no respect for music anymore: they quickly listen to a few fragments on the internet and then they decide whether theyâll buy the cd or not. When Marcus and I were young, we treated all of our vinyls with equal respect: even when it was total garbage, we still tried to listen to it as much as possible, sometimes just to deny the fact that we had invested our hard-earned pocket money on a shitty record (laughs). And, more importantly: we went to clubs to see artists live at work, we watched and listened to music on TV and radio, together with our friends we all listened to crappy cassette decks⌠Music truly was our life, but nowadays it is for a lot of people no more than a leaking tap: everyone, in the office and in the living room, constantly hears sounds coming from their computers, but no-one takes the effort anymore to actually listen to it."
Marcus: âMusic has become an occupation for autists: âMe and my iPod, and just leave me aloneâ â thatâs how an ordinary morning in a train is like.â
Humo: "Look at yourselves: you two are acting like a bunch of old nagging men."
Michael: (laughs loudly) âIt it stronger than ourselves, but we have nostalgia to our early teen years, when discovering music was an almost mystical experience.â
Marcus: âMid-seventies until the early eighties: those were the golden years.â
Humo: "Try to say that to someone older than forty: youâll get a rant about âthose shitty eightiesâ, thatâs for sure."
Michael: âThey are wrong. The nineties, those sucked (laughs). âThe eighties were a magical period for us: we were enchanted by music for the first time, smoked our first cigarette, had our first girlfriend. As a young teenager, youâre a blank sheet of photo paper, ready to get exposed to flashes of light: everything that happens to you in these years has an everlasting impact on you life.â
Marcus: âAnd with our music, we try to translate that nostalgic feeling in sounds. We donât â like heaps of rock-and electronic bands of today â revert to what is considered the archetypal music of the late seventies and early eighties: we put our experience of that age â with our films, our TV-shows and our musicâ â into sounds.â
The fifth chord
Humo:
Campfire is a great deal more accessible than its predecessor. Didnât you finally want to â donât laugh â get access to a wider public?"
Marcus: âSuperstars at last (laughs)!â
Michael: âWeâre still proud of
Geogaddi, but letâs get things straight: it was a record for the fans â guys of whom we knew they would have the patience to listen to it attentively anyway, and who would make it a sport to pick out the obscure winks to politics and Satanism.
Campfire is more of a warning directed to the fans: you better watch out, the next record could perhaps differ even more radically from our earlier work.
Boards of Canada is a unique project that got a bit out of hand. We wanted to make only one record on which we would pour the dreams of our youth in sounds, but right now we are at album number four already and the end is still not in sight (laugh). But we did once and for all away with a few of our tics: those deformed, eerie voices, those complex and repetitive song structures, and so on. We wanted full-fledged songs, complete with intros, hinges, refrains and bridges. A bit like a rock band, actually. âCampfireâ, my dear, is officially our first pop record.â
Marcus: âIn fact,
Geogaddi was also pop, albeit of the most hor-rib-ly difficult kind (laughs).â
Humo: "A lot of your colleagues would rather keep hanging around in the same strait instead of admitting that you canât keep being innovative â moreover, it is no crime to make accessible music."
Marcus to Michael: âOh no, I think he means weâre starting to look like Phil Collinsâ
Michael: âI know what you mean: many of the artists that were exciting in the past â even Genesis â changed after years in obese forty-year-olds, listening more to their accountant than to each other. But Iâm already glad that you donât insinuate that weâre holding a clearance sale. You wouldnât be the first: one of your colleagues asked if maybe after
Campfire we would make - dammit â real pop music.â
Humo: "Donât worry: Iâm allergic to people who regard âpopâ as a filthy word".
Michael: âIâm pleased to hear that, because I donât understand what some people have against pop music. Take something like Goldfrapp: brilliant band, consisting for three quarters of bits of electronic music and poppy as hell. You canât possibly be against such a thing, right?â
Marcus: âIn the eighties and nineties there existed a strict separation between âpopâ â the fastfood from the hit lists â and âalternativeâ â music for connoisseurs. This division has fortunately disappeared. For me, every artist that is good in what he is doing is âpopâ â anything between, letâs say, the Foo Fighters and Missy Elliot. So why wouldnât
Boards of Canada be pop music?â
Michael: âWith this difference: we let hear a shrill tone at the right moment â in our terminology: the magical fifth chord. If you do something the listener doesnât expect on the crucial moment, his ear will pay extra attention there the next time he listens: this way, you keep music fascinating.â
Stinking druids
Humo: Iâm very disappointed that you guys are â unlike the myth about Boards of Canada â no unworldly druids stinking out of their mouths. You even look suspiciously ordinary.
Marcus (laughs): âYouâre not the only one who is surprised at that: last years we have given interviews only sporadically, and mostly via e-mail, and since then we read everywhere that we are a bunch of paranoid hermits.â
Michael: âWe have experienced that journalists make up a story themselves to accompany your music, if need be. In our case: that we live in a community far from the civilized world, renouncing every form of civilization and sacrificing humans. Why it took us so long to be aware of that, is because whe have better things to do than to sift out the professional press.â
Marcus: "English music press lives on music groups that donât exactly make (cautious) special, particular music, but still theyâre with their mug on the cover, week after week. We absolutely donât want that."
Michael: âYou hear it: the principal reason why we have been sitting here talking to you, is to set the record straight. Boards of Canada are two simple guys who, by chance, make intriguing music.â
Humo: "Keep up the good work! And thank you."
Note: Thanks to hGc for the translation.
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