Mo Dotti - Opaque
Los Angeles' Mo Dotti jolt out of deep sleep and slip into their debut album Opaque. Crusted eyes and last nights dreams remain fresh on the mind. A liminal air lingers. A sweet day lays itself out ahead.
Opaque: an object/thing which doesn't allow light to pass through. Trapped on the outside. Not perceived by those on the inside. Blind, but not from wanting to be. Caged energy. Walls of sound so strong the sweetest of Suns fails to penetrate. Soaring. Set free from the weight but still aware of it. It never leaves. You become more strong. Unbeatable, but not in the sense that failure ceases to exist. It still huffs-and-puffs at each and every turn. A willingness to get down with a refusal to give in. Shimmers, oasis-like. Are they aren't they. Freeze burns. Parallels glide side-by-side. Aware of their differences; they'll never be one, but can co-exist peacefully. Like a warm hug from a steaming furnace. It could burn you but has decided you don't deserve it. But one day it will. Like having a snake for a pet. It's nature is to kill you, but you feed it and offer it a comfortable life. Don't make the mistake of thinking that it cares for you in any way - you just numb it's pain of existence. You provide it with what it needs. It could get it elsewhere, but why?
The band thrive in the bittersweet - the space in between. They turn the harsh hum of existence into a bearable reality. Something to exist beside rather than in opposition to. The caustic amongst the crystalline; the smooth amongst the rough; the clean amongst the dirt and all the other relative opposites that can be drawn. Swells of sweet ferocity produce peach-fuzzy bubbles. Cotton-mouth, cracked lips. Dry eyes and sticky fingers. Glistening in the cool morning sun. The glimpses of infinite passers-by's eyes. Wavey reflections. Formative feelings. The souls expanse. A freezeframe of the stretched present - here, now, forever. Pause the videotape. Savour the surroundings. Breathe its essence. Alive in the eternal now, for now at least.
‘I can't feel my face. What did you say?’
