Kobi CD review [Silber]
Jan 8, 2005, 04:52
KOBI Projecto CD
I own a pit bull named Tang King Po de Bosco. Aside from the viciousness her breed is famous for, she also possesses certain other destructive tendencies; clawed doors, chewed shoes, destroyed vacuum cleaners and pissed-on rugs are a few of her stock methods for expressing her displeasure or boredom. I also own a green down-filled blanket, an essential item if one is to effectively do combat with the winter cold in Michigan. Well, since this blanket is both necessary and costly, naturally Tang decided to burrow a hole into it, spreading small white feathers all around my bedroom.
Living without this blanket is not an option, being as how it is currently ten degrees outside. Similarly, purchasing another is out of the question â€“ despite my undeniably glamorous lifestyle, hobnobbing with Britney and Christina and doing lines with Los Angeles nightclub owners and spending all day on the phone with A-list celebrities discussing the evening's parties, and doing all the other things which my status as a Your Flesh critic affords—I simply cannot be throwing money around willy-nilly, buying new blankets every time Tang King Po de Bosco exorcises her canine rage. Moreover, I am not a home economics specialist or a tailor. The consequence: A quagmire. The blanket, covered with feathers, sat atop my dresser for roughly a month while I calculated my next move.
Then I put on the new Kobi CD, Projecto, and all my troubles were solved. As I listened to the opening strains of this Norwegian exercise in atmospherics, I felt suddenly compelled to dig out a needle and thread. Seventy minutes later, when the disc was finished, my blanket was repaired.
And what, may you ask, is the lesson in all of this? I will answer in two parts:
A: The right mix of microtones, found sounds, and Sigur Ros-ish instrumental atmospherics played by the right bunch of moody Nordic types and expertly recorded in crystalline, immense digital stereo can, under the right circumstances, slow the thought processes of even the most manic rock scribe, prompting same to adopt new perspectives and positions, seeing things from new and different angles. Writ large, it's the power of music to move, to change, to stimulate and to provoke—and a demonstration of the effectiveness of musical subtlety.
B: Boredom moves people to do strange-ass things, like mend blankets.
Pick one. Both are true. [Silber]