Monotony Monday #16 (Real) – Mais Melodies
A Frankenstein of Influences
Yis, Master(fully done music)
The short of it: If there’s beauty in chaos, Igorrr is chaos in beauty.
Of everything I’ve recommended, Igorrr presents the largest challenge. Anime could be a cartoon, manga a comic book, podcasts a radio piece, RPGs an improv show.
But Igorrr is a bit harder to simplify. He’s a composer, a producer, a musician. But at the same time, his mastery of multiple melodies makes his music surprisingly inaccessible for those with non-esoteric tastes.
This is the second difficulty of selling his music– musical elitism, especially regarding genres and subgenres, is disgusting. It can invalidate valid criticisms and ruin recommendations. And I personally despise it; it’s the perpetual thorn in music discussion’s side. So I’m struggling with describing his music without falling back to the undescriptive and unattractive terms of “normal” or “mainstream.” Hell, even non-esoteric is pretty esoteric.
So Igorrr makes music. The genre is technically breakcore, with various YouTube comments referring to it as “baroquecore” or “paniccore” or various other conflated typings that are plaguing musical innovation.
It’s brutal– fast, seemingly chaotic, loud and sorrowful and angry. It’s reminiscent of Aphex Twin and Squarepusher, only with less of a refined edge. And again, it’s just hard to quantify what I mean by that. Igorrr is immensely talented, and so are Aphex Twin and Squarepusher. But while the latter two’s music seems honed to a fine point where they make amazing use of their skills with their equipment and instruments, Igorrr just seems to grasp at everything within reach. Opera, baroque music, dizzying blast beats, guttural screeches and refined metal screams, everything is sucked into this precisely laid-out composition.
I may be misconstruing the type of music his contemporaries make, but, at the very least, I need to talk about the fascinating oddity that is Igorrr.
He takes these clean samples, like this elegant guitar melody, and drags them through the mud and filth to make them beautiful.
I mean, come on, the dude made a song out of his chicken’s pecks.
Real cock of the walk type of music.