boards of canada is one of my favorite bands, but i can barely stand to listen to them.
sometimes, they are just too overwhelming. there’s something so indelibly on point about their music, like they can see right into me, driving right into my blood cells and brain cells, it can be painful, heartbreaking.
just knowing they exist, and that their music is out there, is sometimes enough for me. is that so weird? i’ve been listening to “sixty-niner” lately, that melancholy plod a perfect complement to a weary day, but that pause in the middle of the song, a re-alignment, it just takes my breath away.
“bocuna” and “constants are changing” and “open the light” and “tears from the compound eye.” oh, “tears from the compound eye” is a repetitive canon, kind of hopeful, all around wistful, fading into some outer space distance. rolled up into a strange nostalgia, like watching 1980s pbs specials.
i’ve been leaning into BOC lately after getting lost in Mount Everest summit instagram accounts. some kind of unfathomable, unearthly beauty. they’re inexplicably breathtaking.