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Mort Aux Vaches

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  • Title: Mort Aux Vaches
  • Artist: Goodiepal
  • Label: Mort Aux Vaches
  • Format: CD
  • Price: €5,00EU (incl. 19% VAT)€4,20non-EU

Packaging: plastic foam in 4 different colors and printed, two different versions

The music of Goodiepal et cetera is often described as emanating from playgrounds, fairgrounds and other surreal grounds. Yet that image is wrong. The significance of his music is found in other constellations: It is the sound of death. Though death in the form of play.

1. Moving inside these sounds you are confronted by a form of life in which games and funerals are the same thing.
They are called by the same name, enacted in the same attitude, accompanied by the same songs. Meeting such creatures one wants to point out to them that their word for games and funerals is homonymous.
But they reply: It is rather your two words that are synonymous.
Then you say: Can‚t you see the difference? In response to which they stare at you, the stranger, as though you were the confused one. Does that mean that joy and sorrow feel the same in their form of life? It does in their music ˆ this music.

2. Modern anthropology has reminded us that pre-historical men in the North were unable to see their own faces. In a time of no mirrors, in a land of moving waters, one could only see what other people looked like. Children tried all sorts of tricks in order to catch sight of their own
faces, yet none succeeded. Some accepted their fate, but for others what started as a game grew into madness. Scientists have discovered that many even killed themselves, hoping that when their souls left the body they would get a glimpse of their face en passant. Hovering over the
dead body, seeing their face for the first time, they heard sounds like this.

3. This music reveals only a single aspect of itself. We can hear the sounds it secretes, but not the world in which they are grounded. They are the remnants of a form of life in which only the signs are preserved. The things for which they stand are gone, never to be found.
If this is folk music, it is the music of an extinct, unknown culture.
Only their sounds linger on, sounds that do not belong anymore.
Worldless music, speaking only of death.