“Alone in the comforting darkness the creature waits. As confusion reigns on this hellish stage, the deafening grind of machinery, the odious clot of chemical waste. Still, the trail of his ultimate prey leads through this steely maze to these, the addled offspring of the modern world.”
Talk about one of the soundtracks to my life. Perfect Film Noir feel. It has a dark, lurking, prowling, sneaky, narcoleptic feel throughout the whole album. My kind of music.
Back in my home town, on nights where I couldn’t sleep for shit, I would hop in my car and roam around the streets in the dead of night. No one was on the road, the night belonged to me. I found my peace doing so. The track by Vangelis “Blade Runner Blues” would be playing while I drive. The song added so much affect to the world around me, it was as if the night was playing the music. I get the same feeling when I listen to “On Devil Wings.” Many times I would end up in downtown. The vast emptiness made my emotions rise to just keep driving, keep roaming the streets, as if I was trying to find where the roads began and where they end. I cut down alley ways staring up at the few brick buildings left in my city. The music stops. I could hear the city breathing. Almost whispering to me. “Dead End Angels” describes that feeling.
To fully grasp Bohren & der Club of Gore’s music, I advise listening to it at night.
Late at night.