twenty-four, forty-five, sixty-ten, six, seven, fifty-six, sixty-five, forty-four, fifty-three, forty-four, seventeen, eighteen, twenty-three

79.

music has the right to children
boards of canada [warp, 1998]

puckered wallflowers and clucking seekers of "authenticity" may deride electronic music for its toot, whistle, plunk, and boom ostentatiousness and inherent artifice, but the creaky rocking-chair austerity of Boards of Canada leaves little room for the tiresome debate on musical purity. this is wispy music for decaying autumn leaves, a hushed soundtrack to the scintillating blast of white when peering out the window on Christmas morning, or a somber sonic companion piece to the blinding neon lights on an abandoned highway at three in the morning. constructed on the skeletal remains of skittish hip-hop breakbeats and a lush topsoil of woozy, warm keyboards, Music Has the Right to Children is haunted by ghosts of a technologically overwhelmed childhood: toys that yelp "i love you!" on "an eagle in your mind," distorted cassette tapes on "telephasic workshop," and the joy of voice simulation software on "the color of the fire." the abandoned in the shopping mall terror of "turquoise hexagon sun" is sabotaged by the unmitigated skee-ball exhilaration of "roygbiv." birds chirp gleefully while the synthesizer swells and gurgles during the hike in the park of "rue the whirl" and the percussion cracks and fizzles like busted boombox speakers on "pete standing alone." all the elements that make this record such a satisfying listen fuse on "aquarius," a hypnotic swirl of train-in-the-distance organ riffs, ominous trip-hop rhythms, giggling children, and a defective automated counting machine. with its speciously simplistic yet richly evocative soundscapes, Music Has the Right to Children exemplifies the gauzy grandeur and quiet power of instrumental electronic music.

in my ears and in my eyes moment: this album runs on two of my favorite themes: the overwhelming power of technology and the loss of youth and innocence and thus reminds me of two important, technology-laden locations of my childhood: Wagnalls Memorial Library in Lithopolis, Ohio, where i would borrow old, warped Scholastic VHS documentaries and book adaptions, and COSI Science Center in Columbus, which had a bubble-making machine, frightening computer set-ups about living with cerebral palsy, and an "ages of Man" exhibit with an absolutely terrifying display on the Black Death. that shit kept me awake at night.