Infinity Maps is the third Panda Riot album. There's a whole lot of mileage between that and She Dares All Things from 2007. Perhaps in hindsight its quite expected to note the innocence of that first album. This is a perception common from hindsight. Would we know the difference if we shuffled the albums around. Hmm, fucking hell, that came out of a parallel world of me, sorry. There feels less intensity measured from Northern Automatic Music. But still there is a difference. Between all three of them names, a whole lot of shit happened, not with the band specifically, but culturally around them, around us. So each LP soaks up a different world as it gets time-stamped with it. She Dare conjures and frames different set of memories because I observed a different world than now. What I mean is the world that saw the debut of Northern is so alien to now, seeming more innocent almost.
With Infinity Maps, Panda Riot enters a most polarized world for me as a recognized Chicago shoegaze dream pop band with years behind them.
. As they play a lot locally I get introduced to other acts, a mental simulation of a scene gets introduced to more cool ass bands. They do their part to form roots and circulate within the network of communities. I can tether a whole web of bands to them. The Pandas also retain being this lean and hungry band. They still have to live, survive, battle the cruelties of this world. Still small enough and yet I've seem these mother fuckers at Resistor! I've been to their after parties! And so for me shoegaze dream pop is a local thing, a small thing. They remain something close enough to relate to.
Arrows has a video. Hmm, a lot of them do. I keep recalling how the guys from Ghost Adventures filmed there looking for fucking ghosts. They filmed Gold Lines live from Resistor. That guitar in the very beginning has this morning confidence. Its a stride that wakes you up. That morning splash of rose water, that fills you innocent wonder about the day ahead, that sentiment I found most in She Dares, a tourists stroll, is now a confident stride. I have no real favorites with Infinity Maps. There are so many.
It was nice to have these contacts with friends and it was nice to have Philly Peroxide to mostly speak to about these bands almost in a kind of short hand. I finished the night at Nocturna dancing and in between chats with friends about seeing Panda Riot before.
I came home with a shirt. It was black this time, and its my fucking weakness. By now, I got fucking shirts from Switchblade Symphony Siouxsie, Faith And The Muse older than my nieces. The shirts get cooler with age even as they betray that age, even if very well preserved. It is a tangible wearable relic, and more than ever we need these hmm things to help keep the memory of the music intact. They are a kind of time capsule as well. Shirts that I bought in the 90's are of thicker cotton. They are not as form fitting. Identity also..has this way of expressing best your own identity and so ....we fucking wear it. I just noticed how I went on about....nothing.
Zig
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