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Lullabelle, a five member collective, combines both electricity
and elbow grease to create a singular experience: delicious
beats married to wonderful noise.
By the beginnings of the 21st century, oral and traditional
cultures have been almost totally supplanted by modern
mass culture. All discovered are the unknown places, mokele
mbembe has left the jungle, his promised land all tied
up in escrow...
Imagine a generation of children, a fidgety mass of boys
and girls, falling over each other, weaned on pure random
information, bumping into each other as they grope through
static, searching with their remote controls for 24-second
emotional fulfillment, for spiritual validation through
product identification.
The nervous generation. A new strain of child: isolated,
uninspired, unreconciled, a member of the unwhole community;
the cheerless and unshockable. We are they, babysat by
television and video games.
Lullabelle, like so many other social clubs, covens, and
other meaningless niche organizations, is a temporary
talk-down from the ledge, a safety valve, a kind of coming
home.
Lullabelle is built on the foundation that, no matter
how hard we try, no matter how long we search, no matter
how many clever, self-referencing, self-important moments
we share, we can never be saved.
Once that's accepted, the rest is easy.
So, we make a merry din, carelessly fusing the worlds
of noise, big beats, and emotional melody, acting like
ninnies, waiting for evolution to pass us all by and flip
us the finger.
Lullabelle's sweet fury - songs for a new wilderness,
songs for the falling sky generation.
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