Just over
two weeks ago My Bloody Valentine would release M B V, the much awaited follow up to Loveless, some 20 years in the making. The actual content of the
music has by now been discussed and dissected ad nauseum, and though a suitably
sensual yet caustic follow up to what has gone before, I feel something else has
also been produced outside of the record in the process of its inception
towards the public, something also worthy of consideration. From fan to critic, M B V seems
to constitute a moment of cultural significance, at least within a certain
domain, producing reactions as intriguing as the exotic sounds of the record itself.
Opinion and conjecture seems to swarm to and from this M B V, fluctuations and reverberations discharged into a digital
public sphere that mirrors the very spectrum of sounds that are endlessly deferred
by the unlocatable, enshrouded core of My Bloody Valentine’s infamously obtuse sonic space.
You’ve
probably already heard this one. A week almost turned into an eternity for
many, as Kevin Shields announced onstage that a new My Bloody Valentine record
was immanent in a much paraphrased ‘two to three’ days’. In classic Shields
fashion that record did not appear in two
to three days, leaving a somewhat testy and anxious fan base that took to
social media channels to voice their disapproval at a dude not delivering on
time, as if this work of art was a courier package gone mysteriously awry and
they needed someone at a call centre to throw some complain words at. Shields
talents for procrastination are widely documented, so it becomes bemusing that
now of all points to find some of his audience tearing the seats out of the
auditorium, demanding their aural pound of flesh. My Bloody Valentine has
largely been a patient and considered project, see the amount of time it took
to produce Loveless, how long it took
them to reform and further still the announcement between the M B V album in question (itself largely
composed of unfinished material post-Loveless)
and its materialisation. Part of the allure of the My Bloody Valentine project
is the sincere and painstaking attention to detail, even at the cost of any
sort of prolificacy.
This delay has
apparently caused a section of the audience to feel like indignant and
aggrieved customers, waving receipts in hand as evidence of some material
exchange that was due to take place yet did not. My Bloody Valentine, like many
other artists before and present, is not a shop. If you’re unhappy with the
service then you can’t really go to the customer service desk and ask to see
the manager. Undoubtedly, the artist needs to eat, so you should be willing to
financially support their work. But the purchase of a few CDs does not entitle
a pre-industrial patron/patronage exchange system between artist and audience
either, whereby Kevin Shields is on a retainer to consistently produce
work, and within the parameters of a certain time frame. It’s great that you
brought the Isn’t Anything re-master
and a ticket to the reunion show, but what that doesn’t mean My Bloody
Valentine are now contractually obliged to deliver a record within the stated 2
– 3 days, lest you take to twitter and vomit an indignancy of 140 characters
into the great cultural echo chamber. If the whole thing is that much of a
hindrance to people then I suppose the best option is to exercise the most
eminent of capital rights and just not buy? Perhaps I have read this all wrong,
that all there is here is a few overzealous fans who have waited some 20 years
for a record from their favourite band. It just a trend that concerns me whereby fandom feels they can henceforth dictate and/or dismiss the terms of the artists output, as if any other capitalist based material transaction.
The eventual
release late on a Saturday night, direct from the recently
redesigned-as-storefront My Bloody Valentine official website, saw the whole
thing temporarily crash and break down, such was the demand for M B V. Instead of physical copies making
their way to record stores in the usual conveyor belt fashion, complete with
publicity campaign in full swing, Shields chose to circumvent this for the contentious
direct to digital consumer base method. MP3’s were initially offered for
download with physical CD and vinyl copies being posted at a later date. The record
shop (chain, independent or otherwise) was forgone here in favour of a direct
transaction between band and fan. This novel means of commandeering the
economic transaction between artist and audience is not particularly new (see
Radiohead’s In Rainbows, and more
generally the Bandcamp website), but in My Bloody Valentine’s case, was
certainly effective. The anxious nashing of teeth but a few days before was
metered by people gracious to receive finally receive the work. The more
paranoid amongst us might suspect Shield’s infamous ‘two or three days’ was a
deliberate ploy to stir up consumer fervour, though I’d personally hope to
believe it was more likely due to the methodical ‘when it’s ready’ work ethic
he has employed throughout his career, a more consistent feature of his character
than his productivity.
Within less
than 24 hours, established indie music sites, such as the NME and The Quietus were
not only covering the release but posting track-by-track analysis as if
unfolding news event. Not that there is anything necessarily wrong with the
music press supplementing the excitement of the audience, many of them probably
being avid My Bloody Valentine fans themselves. The problem is, when the record
is already easily available for the audience to listen to, are they
going to really want to read someone else’s on the spot immediate determination
of it, when they can go and listen to a copy for themselves? I know which option I went
for. This must have been a vague source of irritation for the gatekeeping
tendencies of the music journalist. Normally the record review is out either
before or at the very least the actual day of release, offering a chance for
proper critical appraisal before public dissemination.
In the case
of M B V, the music press seemed to
be one step behind the audience in a bizaaro reversal of role. With the eager
public already loaded up on the intricacies of M B V, the actual review becomes somewhat after the fact. The
release held a tangible quality of cultural harmony, as no advances were sent out,
and the release was presumably straight from Shields to the My Bloody Valentine website (to here knows when?). Everyone got it at exactly the same time. And as actual
reviews would start appearing some 48 hours later, it was hard not to be
somewhat suspicious as to the critical sincerity of these pieces. God knows Loveless was not a instantly accessible record, its rewards lying in deliberate appreciation of its various
components over repeated listens. M B V
seems little different from what I have so far digested, composed of the same
sonic textures that submerge the inner qualities to be later unlocked in
repeated listens. Under these conditions, I find it doubtful that a critical
review produced in such immediate amount of time could actually deliver a
properly precise opinion, and not some hasty glance over the material in order
to keep up with the hyperspeed of internet based cultural consumption. The
fragility of the music industry release structure becomes briefly illuminated.
What is revealed is not so much an audience looking upon high for a venerated
approval of cultural property, but rather an anxious critical base seeking to
assert its own authority over a consumer increasingly outrunning the old guard
as they travel great distances both vertical and horizontal across cyberspace.
It would be
naïve to suggest this situation is either new or the case universally going
forward. A great narrative of the 21st century thus far is the
challenge of new media to old. How new systems are both circumventing and supplanting
the latter to produce new pathways (the dubious neo-liberal properties of this
process are perhaps a discussion for another time, though it could equally
argued the political terrain in question is still there for the taking). It
should not be forgotten that M B V is
a record released by an established band under with a huge demand wagered by
the temporal distance in between previous releases. Though it has been an
unmitigated success by My Bloody Valentine, new bands would not find it so easy
to employ similar tactics. Bandcamp exists as a similar self-release model for
such acts, though the attention and profit attracted is not nearly so
substantiated. The success of M B V in
attaining both attention and profit would suggest that the self-release model
is perhaps a useful one for consideration as the music industry gradually
shifts away from the mechanized industrial one. The biggest obstacle at the
present time for such acts yet to blossom is waiting for the damned
infrastructure to catch up.
In spite of
this criticism, M B V seems
significant as an event within contemporary popular music. Outside of the
record itself, an arrangement of various actors become drawn towards it as if
it were a black hole like vacuum and not a grouping of songs. From the audience
claiming their material demands before release, to the critical establishment
being undermined by the very act of distribution, we see how an autonomous
object with no sentient life to call its own, can still have the power to
organise and affect beyond its own intrinsic properties. This is perhaps the
most interesting and fundamental thing to have been unconsciously effected by M B V, the overt indication of upheaval underway
within the hegemony of the record distribution and consumption structure.