The screen went black when the music stopped, and fans cheered and cheered. The song paused several times to create suspense for the craziest beating streak throughout, and the corresponding laser prisms flew above the crowd.įor “Apocalypse Dreams”, the group created a fake ending to the song.
Their acid-soaked rock anthem “Elephant” brought the show to its peak of energy with its heavy, one-note introductory sound. “Elephant” and “Apocalypse Dreams” were the obvious and most popular stars of the night, when it comes to theater. The album was released in February 2020, just a month before the world was blocked by COVID, which resulted in a quickly postponed Slow Rush tour.Īs much seeing Tame Impala live is a concert, it is also a light show. The packed ensemble debuted with “One More Year” and “Borderline”, the first two tracks from their most recent album, Slow running. As part of their “Phase I Clinical Trial” gadget, people could buy packets of “medicine” (a sugar pill) in merchant tents for two dollars. “Know that the effects of Rushium range from minor expansion to large temporal collapses staged in memory and the present workforce.” As the demonstration continued, her face and speech became sluggish and blurry on the screen, as if the crowd were already feeling the effects. My guess is that the interpretation for this video came from the song title itself, “Let It Happen.” Wilson stops short of guessing what happens on the other side of the portal, and is instead telling a story of acceptance, and the way the horrible anxieties that define our waking lives can slip away in an instant-and that when we relent, we might find peace.Tame Impala returned to Los Angeles on November 2 for the first time since the start of the pandemic, performing on the first day of their two back-to-back sold-out shows at the Hollywood Bowl.Īs the lights dimmed, signifying the start of the set, the big screens played an informational video from a representative of AionWell, the fictional company that created the group’s new trippy sham drug, “Rushium.” The drug is “an experimental new temporal therapy treatment in liquid and pill form,” she said. Finally, there’s a sense of tranquility as he falls through the sky, and he realizes that he’s not truly falling, but flying toward a source of light-a portal in the clouds. Only when the paddles on the airport floor fail to revive him, and he slips closer to death, does he slowly begin to accept his fate. The scene of his collapse returns, and gives way to more bizarre hallucinations-a talking sandwich, a plane crash that none of the other passengers seem to notice, and finally a free-fall through the sky. The man sits on an airplane, but doesn’t know how he got there the man wakes up to an alarm clock in a depressing hotel, puzzled the man plunges his face in water and takes his pills, but he doesn’t feel better. The ensuing visuals, at least initially, serve to heighten the unease.
The man collapses with a heart attack, and my interpretation of the video is that everything that follows can be seen as the hallucinations of a dying man. It’s a feeling of unhappy claustrophobia that’s somehow related to bodily death, which is the next theme to emerge.
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The setting is dominated by gray, from the ugly carpets to the monotonous chairs to the industrial windows separating us from the freedom of the outside world. The camera hones in on the actor’s face, which is a mask of panic-a visceral, sweaty kind of discomfort native to air travel. Immediately, Wilson establishes an atmosphere of deep anxiety as a man in a suit sprints through an airport to catch his plane. The video for Tame Impala’s “Let It Happen,” directed by David Wilson, is the year’s best example of an artistic music video. And while most finished products are fairly forgettable, it’s always gratifying when something beautiful is created. Instead, it’s more of an abstract connection-the director translates the emotions of the song, rather than the lyrics.
When you think about it, music videos are a strange genre that comes with a loaded question: How do you interpret a song? Most modern songs don’t tell a linear story, so it’s not like the musician or director can follow a script. Is it fair to ask for artistic depth from a music video? Maybe not-maybe it’s only reasonable to demand entertainment.
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