Resurrecting The Raven -The Raveonettes
The Danish duo The Raveonettes have captured the sound of my soul and I didn't even have to sell it. Music has always been a matter of energy to me, it's like the sun and the moon. Living in the magick, sunny land of California the sense of hopelessness, dreary grey remains alive within me though and it seems lately that I've been leaning more towards the dark side. The only escape that adds more light in is the pale notes of what the music triggers.Raven In the Grave brings upon these past time electric sparks. The pastimes at Marietta High. Marietta High, that's right. That's where I attended some of my schooling, the rest of my schooling never interfered with my education. You should know the story by now and if you don't the album Raven In The Grave will bring you back...back to a time when records end up triggering that sort of magic. The electrical spark inside that was once felt by yours truly roaming the high school hallways of yesteryear's. True there lies upon my pillow a brewing of many memories all at once just like a lilac fragranced time that somehow still seems to lurk inside of me....
The first song on the album Recharge and Revolt brings a sudden question to mind....have we lost the child inside? When did we surrender and give into other ways, when did we lose the child? Or rather have we lost out and gone so far beyond our own messed up mind of paying the bills and forgetting when we were young and traveling roads that keep looping. Yeah, let's talk of love and change even when our eyes are soft with sorrow. We're all adults, right? So why is it that some of us continue to raise a white flag instead of raising our black flags with the white raven of soul and I surrender on it? Here I am and I surrender to my love for those times, knowing they are still a part of me even when there is a War in Heaven. I raise it because what else can I do besides surrender to self and the truth that lives within me. As a writer I am green but wise. Wise with my glossy vines and this record invokes that feeling. It's fragrance and silvery gauze allow all the shadows and perfume to float again even when there's a war going on inside. A war? No. Come on....We are all on a mission from GOD as artist. A mission where we can all live in the the sun, again...where the wise, green vines continue to gloss in our souls.
It's the velvet, cool, crisp leaves that glisten throughout this album that sooth my soul. The Ravonettes full blown in their dewy luxury of childhood memories. The Raveonettes washing the windows of life and cleansing my soul, reminding me that we have to stand up for what we believe in in order for the coming together to happen. Those velvet leaves are so full of tender pressure and they are hard at times to birth but the record does bring forth the spring in ones adult soul. I've been hypnotized by this music, it's not just all just a beautiful lie? Or is it? I'll just leave all the songs up to you....you are the listener, you and your fields of gold. My glossy leaves remain intact. Forget That You're Young. Yes, it's a beautiful quivering kill. An echo in my head persists "Can I fall awake now?" No. I rather dream it all up and live vicariously, slip away back into a time when everything went like this: If you had a good book to read, if the girl/guy you picked up last night didn't have VD, if you didn't get insomnia, if the drug you bought from the roadie wasn't speed and instead it was coke ..you know those sorta things. And, a place where if you went to bed by 3 AM you were lucky and it wouldn't affect your day. And, finally if you always had a ride the next day by 4 PM. So, the rain was scented lilac tongued tender. You gotta open your mind red- wide because love can tear you apart and echo just like a high school memory.
So I sit here, rolling over Raven in the Grave...I've been doing it for months, I'm always late it seems. But I still drift through the skyscrapers where those orange blossoms I mentioned earlier began. Alive.
Enough about me though as I don;t wanna sound like a little arsonist...or narcissist as some may think. Raven In The Grave is unmistakably a Raveonettes album, a black halo of these times that we ( admit it or not) can share as adults. A reflection of innocence, a reflection of the past. No filigree masks here. Icy tears or (maybe) not. And, we continue to go into the world noticing the fragility and danger of love and lust...perhaps another good murdering of the adult human innocence. I just don't know. Truth be told "It's the kids who fall in love " as Warhol once said. Call me a kid or call me an adult I don't care...with Raven in the Grave by my side both sides have been resurrected.
There are nine songs on Raven In The Grave. Rediscover yourself, your exploding heart...and resurrect your white raven on a washed black flag. You won't regret playing this record.
© Words Wendy Rose Watson – ZANI Media
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