Requiem for O.M.M.2
Of Montreal is for me one of those bands where a little goes a long way. Not to say that I don’t like/really like Of Montreal; I do. But as I recently discovered, unless I am in a very specific mood, only one or two OM songs is plenty to quench my thirst.
For the uninitiated, Of Montreal is a band driven mostly by one guy, Kevin Barnes, who by all accounts is pretty effing weird. (That’s him in the red cummerbund, FYI.) Anyway, they’re one of the Elephant 6 bands that emerged from Athens, GA in the 1990s, along with Elf Power, Neutral Milk Hotel, and the Olivia Tremor Control. All of these groups embrace psychedelia and whimsy in varying degrees, but Of Montreal takes both to new extremes. Consider for example the band’s fourth full-length studio album, Coquelicot Asleep in the Poppies: A Variety of Whimsical Verse. It’s a loose concept record about … well, I’ll let ol’ KevBar explain it in his own words.
“Coquelicot is an Efeblum. An Efeblum is a fairy-like creature who is employed by the Efeneties (loving spirits) to place bells inside people’s hearts. When a person has a bell in their heart they are able to create works of art, fall in love and feel at peace with the world. Coquelicot, during one of her trips to Earth, decides to discard her bells and experience life as a human. Instead of living in “reality” she decides to experience life in a sleeping unconscious/conscious state. It is in this subconscious world that she meets Claude and Lecithin the inventor. They do all sorts of crazy stuff together like having incredible battles with evergreens and satellites, getting chased by psychotic zombies, playing with Lecithin’s inventions and eventually moving away together to a deserted frozen island. In time, Coquelicot feels remorseful about neglecting her responsibilities as an Efeblum and decides to return to her work. She can’t bear the thought of leaving her two new best friends so she invites them to come along with her. They happily accept and join her as honorary Efeblums.”
Riiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiight. You see what I mean? I wish I could find a video on youtube of one of the tracks on Coquelicot, but no luck. You’ll just have to trust me.
Not all of Of Montreal’s material is so very odd; some of it is fairly straightforward indie pop. On their most recent album, Hissing Fauna, Are You the Destroyer? (a little whimsy goes a long way KevBar, you freak), they even get a little dirgy and angry. Oooooh!!! Makes me wanna holla! But for whatever they lack in true musical range, they make up for in volume. Since hitting the scene in 1997, the band has amassed 9 full-length albums (many with bonus tracks on certain editions), 8 compilations of various songs, 5 EPs, and around a dozen singles. And when you consider that many of the albums have 16+ songs on them (Coquelicot clocks in with 22), you realize that this guy literally creates a new song every time he exhales. I’m not joking. Granted, many of the songs are less than two minutes long, and some are spoken-word or purely abstract, but still. Someone’s been taking their adderall.
Anyway, a few weeks ago I decided to spend a day or two listening to nothing but Of Montreal while working in the yard. I have around 10 releases by them; 9 albums and a collection of early recordings. Altogether, it amounts to almost 140 songs and clocks in at just under 7 hours. So, iPod in hand, I ventured out to the yard to pull weeds and try to figure out this enigmatic band.
Suffice to say that I made it about 4 hours before I had to switch to something else. Of Montreal’s later recordings are much more straightforward (relative to their earlier material, anyway), but since I had my Of Montreal playlist sorted by year, I plowed through the old material first. The collection of early recordings I mentioned earlier? It consists of 16 songs, all of whose titles mention the actor Dustin Hoffman. In fact, if you read the titles in order, it tells a story. A story about Mr. Hoffman taking a bath, eating his bathtub, having his tongue seized by the police, wetting himself, and climbing a tree. Seriously … WHAT … THE … FUCK. Oh, and none of the songs are actually Dustin Hoffman or any of the events described in the song titles. Damn.
Anyway, after deciding to give Of Montreal another try, I punched play on their 2005 album The Sunlandic Twins. The first track is called “Requiem for O.M.M.2″ and as you might have guessed, is the subject of this post. You can watch the video below.
Pretty good, huh? Damn catchy, even. This is the Of Montreal that I like. Firmly grounded in Beatlesque pop without all the whimsical crap. After listening to hours upon hours of songs about miniature philosophers and happy yellow bumblebees, it was a welcome surprise.
I probably need not explain much more about why I like this song; given my previous complaints about Of Montreal, the contrast should be obvious enough. As a extra added bonus, The Sunlandic Twins also features a song called “Wraith Pinned to the Mist (and Other Games),” which boasts the memorable chorus “Let’s pretend we don’t exist/Let’s pretend we’re in Antarctica.” Watch the video for it below.
Also very good and catchy. But then Of Montreal sold out and licensed the song to Outback Steakhouse for this commercial. Terrible crass awful. I won’t even in-line the video.
Anyway, the moment passed weeks ago, but I wanted to preserve “Requiem for O.M.M.2″ as my Song of the Moment. Enjoy.