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Of The Flies by William Golding Designed as a brooding, extremely mantra-oriented piece strung together with some samples that were fairly moody on their own, the main component is the Werner Hertzog rant from a documentary The Burden Of Dreams, filmed as a companion piece while Hertzog himself was shooting his doomed Fitzcarraldo in South America. Beset by multiple disasters and debt throughout, Hertzog fell into despair and fatalism, blaming the jungle itself as a supernatural underminer. We superimposed one such paranoid tirade over this intense instrumental (in which no one is playing, incidentally). The claustrophobic video was edited as a pastiche of dance shots, all suffocatingly tight close-ups of anonymous arousal, violence, and pleasure-seeking, representing Golding’s island where the castaways lived without check or discipline. The rave culture scenes showing mankind’s best attempt at self-satisfaction are trisected by a trio of statue-still landscapes depicting unspoiled beauty. The synthetic landscape in the center position, sampled from The Cell, represents for us mortal philosophy, aesthetically-pleasing but slightly amiss and unsettling barren. The two landscapes that bookend this piece are meant to be stark contrast to the gyrations of human masses and the desert of human accomplishment; they’re celestial images letterboxed to show an expansive, limitless quality and a full perspective that the squeezed-in club scenes lack. While the discothèque could be described as primal or savage, in reality it’s as far removed from Eden as possible, since few beasts in the food chain would purposely harm each other or their environment for no cause. As we become more domestic, we seem to stray farther from that original divine plan and instinct. |
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