From The Crate: Sonic Youth - Daydream Nation

From The Crate: Sonic Youth – Daydream Nation

With the record celebrating its thirtieth birthday this past October, we revisit Liam McGrady’s piece on Sonic Youth‘s Daydream Nation.

It takes a particular kind of psychotic audio pyromaniac to consider playing the guitar like Sonic Youth. Daydream Nation is proof that with a enough creativity, an unhinged mindset, and more drugs than you can possibly believe, the electric guitar can become a living, breathing organism, a work of art in the original sense of the word.

‘Providence’. A beautifully sparse, and spine tingling two-minute interlude. A few distant and meandering piano chords are layered over a rich gust of crackling white noise which sounds like the hum of a blowtorch magnified to a deafening scale. A deliciously vague sample of what could be a police radio, or the correspondence between two criminals communicating on a walkie talkie (its actually two wonderfully strange answer phone messages left by the band members on tour) cuts through this texture like a breadknife. “Its 10:30” this echoing ethereal voice slurs “we’re calling from Providence Rhode Island”. As soon as I first finished listening to this piece of music, I must confess to looking up the word “providence” in a dictionary. It means God.If you cock your head in a certain way, and squint very hard, you may notice that the first seven tracks of this album influenced the next ten years of rock music. The fleeting ghost of ‘Silver Rocket’ haunts every track on Definitely Maybe, ‘Teen Age Riot’ is a shadowy figure lurking behind The Bends smoking a cigarette and looking bored, Loveless has been dipped head first in Daydream Nation, and left to soak for 4-6 years.

From the fizzling and ephemeral first thirty seconds of ‘Teen Age Riot’, before that riff kicks in and the song rips a whole in the fabric of time and steps gingerly through it, to the final jarring notes of the last act of ‘Trilogy‘, this album is a special kind of masterpiece. ‘The Sprawl’ is an epic twisted anthem of consumerism, prostitution and urban alienation, with fleeting glimpses of chilling lyricism – “I grew up in a shotgun row, sliding down the hill, out front were the big machines, steel and rusty now I guess” – placed either side of two monstrously huge instrumentals.

‘Total Trash’, at a particular time of day, in particular circumstances could well be my favourite song of all time. Then again there’s probably a particular set of extrodinary circumstances under which ‘The year 3000’ by Busted would be my favourite song of all time, so it might not be saying much. The whole track is based on a fantastically infectious and terrifyingly fuzzy guitar riff. About half way in, the track stumbles into a jaw-droppingly insane instrumental.

‘Total Trash’, at a particular time of day, in particular circumstances could well be my favourite song of all time.

I could go on for a thousand words. I could extol the beauty of ‘Candle‘, a love-song to mentholated spirits “I can’t stay a candle, Gotta change my mind before it burns out” the stomach churning pulses of ‘Rain King’ and ‘Kissability’, and the final screeching and crumbling sign off of ‘Trilogy’.It is a piece of pure guitar art, guitar sex and guitar punishment. …Listen to that class!

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