I sometimes wonder what would happen if I cut a micro-USB sized hole in my arm and plugged myself into my computer, connected to the internet, maybe checked LiveJournal, then passed out in a drunken haze. Family Feast's (F4M1LY F34ST) Music of the Future is a lot like that.
It sounds like, as the band says, a collection of, “Hit songs from the year 2050 and beyond.” Calling a phone-line connected to a fax-machine and hearing ominous synthesizers as opposed to the BLEE-SQUAA-BLE-BLEE-SQUEE you'd expect. It is a slow, conceptual build-up of sound. It's a dream where you are in a stark, white room and a man who looks like Harrison Ford, dressed all in white, is telling you to follow instructions you don't understand. It's waking up and finding yourself still in a stark, white room staring at Harrison Ford.
Music of the Future is less an EP and more a field trip, a meditative ride through a digitized vision of our coming years. Reminiscent of Radiohead's Fitter, Happier, much of this album floats around poetically, sometimes sounding like a pop song, sometimes sounding like Microsoft Sam spouting grim verses of our fate, sometimes, in the case of The Blues 2050, beginning with 15 seconds of ear-splitting noise. It's conceptual, it's deep, I guess?
This isn't a record you would put on to relax, it's a concept and it is meant to be viewed, thought about, absorbed. It's a thought, inserted via USB into a computer, uploaded to the internet, digitized. It is the blandness and anger of who we are today. We're fighting, we're loud, angry, sad, we're looking for an explanation, a guide, we're looking for a future that isn't full to the brim with diarrhoea.
Family Feast presents something in that vein, something patient, still pissed-off, obedient, dystopian and optimistic. The future isn't a banger, it's a slow grind.
7 Robbie the Robots out of a Cyberman