The Space Shuttle Naïveté

Is it safe to aspire to the motivation of a populace not via the very means of its own control but through a noble truth, a calling to something outside the macro economic dance that has assumed legitimacy over visionary discourse? Where once we were consciously motivated in our national labours by a tangible fear of the ‘other’, now we aspire to be frictionless in the machinery of capital; to never upset the brutal evolutionary drive of the markets with their imperfect gods at the wheel.  While that is obviously slightly more preferable to the scorched earth of global thermonuclear war one cannot help but gaze outward to galaxies not brushed by the prosaic concerns of men.

The American space programme offered an efficient unity of these concerns. Harnessing the crony-capitalist military-industrial machine of post-war America not in the service of the imperium but in the service of bankrupting the Soviet Union of exploration and the knowledge it provided. While ultimately unjustifiable in a fiscal sense (regardless of war it’s not like — to be glib — hunger has been eliminated) it was a loss leader when it came to inspiring great swathes of people to devote their lives not to complex financial instruments but to an understanding of our universe that serves no utility other than to know.

It would be easy to imagine that Rainbo Video know.  Or have at least run the data.

Ultraviolet takes that disconcertingly (and contradictory) modernist baroque that Steve Reich popularised and harnesses it to a almost pastoral melody that suggests not golden fields and ancient trees, but nebula and gas giants and impossible distances and the aeons old gravitational dance of galaxies.  It is the sound of giddy excitement at fantastic detail.  An orgy of data driving the rapidity of the notes; a clear drone binding in place the looping and falling of the rest of the track.

Rainbo Video – Ultraviolet

It is taken from the extremely beautiful album Shadow Relics which can be purchased in all it’s DIY glory at Arturo Evening’s webpage here.