ReportWire

Tag: Carlota Guerrero

  • This Ain’t “We Are the World”: Björk and Rosalía Join Forces on a Charity Single Called “Oral”

    This Ain’t “We Are the World”: Björk and Rosalía Join Forces on a Charity Single Called “Oral”

    [ad_1]

    In many ways, a collaboration between Björk and Rosalía feels obvious, even overdue. A no-brainer. In others, the two artists seem so musically divergent that a collaboration might come across as “impossible”—or at least as a bad idea. With “Oral,” these iconoclastic, unique singers prove it’s quite the opposite. And sure, maybe one would have thought that if any charity song was to be released right at this moment in time, it might have to do with supporting Palestinians during the Israel-Hamas “conflict” (or war, whatever the news is billing it as these days). But they would be mistaken. For Björk and Rosalía have chosen to pursue the only issue more evergreen than Israelis and Palestinians being diametrically opposed: the environment’s well-being. But it’s more specific than that. That’s right, it’s a song to benefit Icelandic salmon. 

    And yet, in keeping with the “wonderful weirdness” of both artists, the single actually makes no mention of the environment or the opposition to industrial salmon farming that it seeks to highlight. While Rosalía is from Spain, she can appreciate the cause that Björk—known as much for being Icelandic as she is for being experimental—is urgently calling attention to. In fact, Rosalía can appreciate it so much that she’s agreed to join Björk in donating all (not just “a portion of”) income made from the song to AEGIS. Per the title card statement that appears before the video:

    Björk and Rosalía are donating all their rights to income generated by this song to the AEGIS non-profit organisation to combat open pen fish farming in Iceland. Their record companies have agreed to do the same. All funds raised will support legal fees for protesters, taking action to stop the development of intensive farms that harm wildlife, deform fish and pose risks to salmon’s DNA and survival. Immediate action is crucial. 

    Yes, yes it is. On so many environmental fronts. And though some might not see the environmental “big value” of salmon, these fish are a benchmark/health barometer of so many other things occurring in nature. Or, as the National Environmental Education Foundation puts it, “[Salmon] are nature’s gauges for detecting the health of the environment.” 

    If salmon are suffering, it’s not just because of the conditions they’re subjected to in open pen fish farming, but also because of the water quality around them. If there’s high levels of pollution (human-generated, of course) the salmon can’t thrive. But open pen farming does more than exploit salmon and other natural resources, it assists in destroying entire ecosystems. Not to mention obliterating genetic diversity due to the inbreeding that goes on inside those nets (with escaped farmed salmon also breeding with wild salmon to alter their DNA…for the worse). And that is what an “open pen” amounts to: nylon nets. Ones that are fixed to the ocean floor with anchors and kept afloat by buoys. The “floating cages,” as it were, can hold hundreds of thousands of fish at one time—in addition to any other waste that enters the fray of that net. This extends to fecal matter, pesticides used to kill parasites, unconsumed fish feed and the rotting corpses of the salmon that didn’t survive. All of this coagulates and accumulates at the bottom of the pens, with the waste eventually releasing into other parts of the ocean where unsuspecting ecosystems await their contamination from this senseless farming practice. 

    So yes, Björk and Rosalía’s cause is urgent. And yet, the song itself came about over the course of decades, with Björk writing it between the Homogenic and Vespertine eras. Alas, she never felt that it fit in with the sonic motifs of those albums and decided to “put in on salt” until the right circumstances arose to finish creating it. Evidently, destiny wanted her to wait long enough for Rosalía to come into musical existence. Because this was the musical partnering that could shepherd the track to its final form. 

    The video, directed by Carlota Guerrero, mostly reads like a visual reinterpretation of Madonna’s 2002 video for “Die Another Day,” with Björk and Rosalía serving as one another’s adversarial opponents against the backdrop of a white room. What’s more, there definitely appears to be some deepfaking at play (another trend recently promoted by Sevdaliza and Grimes for the “Nothing Lasts Forever” video). As their choreographed “fight-dance” initially finds them battling one another MMA-style, by the end of the video, they decide to join forces and fight the common enemy that appears to be observing both of them as they then brandish their swords/kick at the camera. In many respects, this feels like a poignant metaphor for the ways in which humans find needless sources of contempt for one another, when the real problem is their shared oppressor. The ones “in charge,” Big Brother, etc. Whatever name one wants to give to “The Man” keeping us all down, and ensuring we’re distracted by our petty rivalries and competitions with one another. 

    While the song itself doesn’t call out fish directly, something about the word “oral,” therefore the frequent mention of mouths, feels evocative of a fish, with their constantly open mouths sucking up whatever happens to come into them while swimming. Per Björk, however, this is a love song. As she herself remarked, “My interpretation of the lyrics are that you’re wondering about revealing your feelings to a man, maybe crossing over from a dream state… It’s totally that moment when you’ve met someone, and you don’t know if it’s friendship or something more. So you become, I guess, aroused. And you become very aware of your lips. That’s maybe why I called the song ‘Oral’. You don’t know what the consequences are if you act. Sometimes fantasy can be amazing, and that’s enough; you don’t have to also do things.” In truth, sometimes the fantasy is what makes you lust after a person in the first place. When cold, sobering reality gets involved, things tend not to be as alluring. 

    Painting a surreal picture from the outset, Björk opens the song with the lines, “Your mouth floats above my bed at night/My own private moon.” Rosalía then joins in on the first verse to soothe, “Just because the mind can make up whatever it wants/Doesn’t mean that it’ll never come true/Won’t ever happen.” Here, too, there is a double meaning that can be inferred. Beyond talking about making a relationship dream come true, there’s the idea that, since this is a “charity song,” the lyrics are also intended to promote the belief in possibility…for a brighter future. And the key to any such bright future is environmental well-being.

    Joining in on the chorus together, the duo sings, “Is that the right thing to do? (oh, oh)/Oh, I just don’t know/I just don’t know/Is that the right thing to do? (oh, oh)/Oh, I just don’t know/I just don’t know.” Whether one wants to see this as a girl talking about if she should confess her feelings to the object of her affection or as being from the perspective of a miraculously morally-aware industrialist, well, that depends on one’s mood. 

    More dual meaning is found in a lyric like, “Let me introduce one to the other/The dream and the real, get them acquainted.” In other words, there can be a place where the “dream” of a non-capitalistic, non-rapaciously industrial world can merge, if only vaguely, with reality. Or, yeah, a girl can make her dream of kissing the boy she likes (“a mouth to a mouth,” for more fishy visuals) come true. 

    Another repeated line throughout the song is, “Just because she can/There’s a line there, I can’t cross it.” This, too, seems applicable to how more corporate entities should be thinking. Knowing when they’ve crossed the line from garden-variety assholes to outright monsters. So monstrous, in fact, that it takes a powerful duo like Björk and Rosalía to come at them with their swords.

    [ad_2]

    Genna Rivieccio

    Source link

  • When a Relationship is Flatlining, Ellie Goulding Recommends: “Let It Die”

    When a Relationship is Flatlining, Ellie Goulding Recommends: “Let It Die”

    [ad_1]

    Veering away from her more “DIY aesthetic” that took hold of most music videos circa 2020, Ellie Goulding is back with a new single to support the release of her upcoming fifth album, Higher Than Heaven (not to be conflated with Florence + the Machine’s High As Hope). Fitting in with the afterlife motif of such a title, her song is called, “Let It Die.” A far cry from the Paul McCartney philosophy of “Live and Let Die.” For, in Goulding’s estimation, it isn’t about moving on, per se, and letting the other person “do them,” so much as it is about her realizing she has to kill off a relationship in order to survive. Ergo, the opening verse, “Toxicity slippin’ to my bloodstream/I give too much, you suck the life out of me.”

    In many regards, it echoes the theme conveyed by a fellow Briton (Welsh, to be more precise) MARINA, on 2019’s “No More Suckers.” With a double meaning that refers to being a sucker for getting bamboozled by other people’s faux “love” and the “suckage” that occurs from proverbial leeches, MARINA declares, “I was too open, I was too quick/To let other people in, took whatever they could get/Now I see a pattern, I’m getting rid of it/Yeah, I know I need a change ’cause I’m tired of feeling drained.” She then chirps happily in the chorus, “No more suckers in my life/All the drama gets them high/I’m just trying to draw the line/No more suckers in my life/They just keep bleeding me dry/Till there’s nothing left inside.”

    It’s evident that Goulding feels the same way about one person in particular (though hopefully not her own husband, Caspar Jopling) as she traipses into the White Cube Gallery—the view showing us a perspective of her marching feet as though she’s the one holding the camera from above (which, surely, she must be). But ultimately, it’s director Carlota Guerrero calling the filmic shots as we then see two rows of dancers lined up on each side of the hallway in poses of either mounter or mountee. Goulding, the lone wolf among the pack, seems to be the only one with the knowledge that coupledom is bullshit as she turns the camera back to her face in selfie mode to sing, “I fill my cup to drink you into someone else/And I blame myself.” As Sky Ferreira once did on a song called the same.

    Guerrero then cuts to Goulding at the center of four other bikini-clad dancers (in bikini tops meant to look like tits on certain portions of it) in front of a painting that appears as though it’s dripping gold (Goulding, gold—not a coincidence). Talk of the suburbs (like Olivia Rodrigo did on “drivers license”) as metaphor then arrives in the lyrics, “And I had a dream that we were a beautiful endeavor/Sunset driving through the suburbs/But we go no further.” The inevitable dance breakdown occurs when the musical one does with Goulding asking in earnest, “When did you lose the light behind your eyes?/Tell me why when there’s no more tears to cry [something Ariana knows all about]/And you’re holdin’ on to love for life/I think it’s timе to let it die.”

    It’s a powerful philosophy that many still have trouble adhering to in this world of the monogamy-capitalism industrial complex. For a large majority finds it far easier to stay with someone while feeling a lingering sense of perpetual dissatisfaction (a topic Adele addresses on most of 30) than actually risk leaving and seeing what fate awaits them “out there.”

    A cut to Goulding back in clothes and in front of a new painting finds her surrounded by dancers laid out on the floor before each couple permutation engages in a choreographed tussle, some in “freeze frame” position. In the midst of it all, Goulding urges, “If you lose yourself, let it die.” A mantra that few people in relationships are willing to adhere to as a result of the continued societal shunning of those who would willfully engage in something like sologamy over being “only” “semi”-miserable in a couple.

    In the next scenes, Kazaky-type dancers (in terms of men wearing tights with heels), proceed to go wild with their moves as Goulding remains the calm eye in the center of the storm. It’s almost like an allegory for the person who has become immune to their partner’s verbal abuse, tuning it out and floating up somewhere else until it’s over. She continues to stand among the fray of violently moving dancers as the video comes to a close, some aspects reminding one of Madonna doing the same amid a crowd of pawing “fans” in the “Drowned World/Substitute for Love” video (which Olivia Rodrigo vaguely recreated for portions of Sour Prom).

    For those who are already “strong enough” to have admitted that it was better to be alone than unhappy (as Whitney noted on “It’s Not Right, But It’s Okay”), perhaps it’s more useful to interpret “Let It Die” as an indirect anthem speaking from the point of view of Mother Earth herself with regard to her give-give-give dynamic with humans (as MARINA, once again, also did on “Purge the Poison”). Indeed, relationship status won’t much matter anyway when we’re all fighting for basic survival and things like “sexy time” feel more superfluous than usual.

    [ad_2]

    Genna Rivieccio

    Source link