The tumultuous and disruptive decade since the onset and onslaught of the digital revolution has transformed not just the music industry, but has done a pretty neat job of changing music. As the synthesizer and the computer replaced the piano and the studio, people began to realize en mass that anyone could be a musician. For better or worse this is the state of affairs we find ourselves in as we scan the internet, sleuth the blogs and sites, dig through torrents looking for increasingly aggregate numbers of new music, new artists, new genres. I tend to think of it for the better, as the late 90s saw the traditional pillars of rock, pop and hip hop decaying and rotting from the inside out due to a void of creative contributions. The caveat to this situation and challenge to all potential contributors is how do you make yourself noticed? When every divergent genre and sub genre is constantly flooded with new content running the gambit along on all levels of quality and taste, what chance does an artist have beyond being innovative or spectacular. M83 does both; with Hurry up We're Dreaming, M83's Anthony Gonzalez creates an adventure that completely subverts and surpasses genre, even breaking free of the limitations on how music should be crafted, as dictated by things as blase as reality. With cutting edge modernity, coupled with a respectful talent for the classical- both in terms of instrumentation and the merits of the studio process- Dreaming is an album that seems future perfect and timeless all at once.
Gonzalez makes it immediately and enticingly apparent that this will not be an album defined or restrained by traditional and tangible barriers such as linearity, pacing, or thematics. In the expansive and dazzling depth of “Intro”, before Zola Jesus' commanding and celebratory voice kicks in, we hear a diminutive girl whisper, “we didn't need a real world, we didn't need a story... I knew you before you even existed”. Things like time and space are rendered meaningless here, Dreaming aims to exist where such concepts can't be accurately measured- in our dreams. Gonzalez has said he no longer wants to live in the real world, rather he would prefer to escape into the endless but stimulating void of our dreams. Here, story and structures, time and space, are nebulous and variable; and possibilities open up infinitely. This album codifies and embraces that sense of discovery and the wonders of the unknown. Instrumentation and arrangements are spacious and lush. Massive crescendos and dizzying dissents are common place to the point of being not just expected but unalienable, yet always introduced and handled in refreshing and creative ways. Synthesizers are purposed towards otherworldly and celestial hooks like the dazzling and potent beat of “Midnight City”, and the boisterous “Year One, One UFO”. Vocals and choirs, like those found in the bizarre and exciting melodic hook they form in “Ok Pal”, are heavily altered by modifiers and post production to ensure the album's ample background vocals carry the signature of something beyond human- alien and heavenly all at once. I hope the technical and evangelical implications of such a descriptor are not lost on people, for when do such concepts ever operate so beautifully together, as opposed to diametrically clashing. This paradigm is replicated in other ways like in the overtly artificial and crass 8-bit measures of “Another Wave From You”, beautifully and dutifully ferrying Gonzalez's demure and frail vocals along. More classical instruments, horns, piano, supplement this by adding an ever intensifying sense of grandeur, but only to some of the tracks.
