It sounds like
a traffic jam, a really bad, temper flaring, sun drenched bottleneck.
Juicio final means something like final judgment, and I cant take
the images out of my head of highways when I listen to this. The
first CD player wouldn't even play it, and it scared Sandra when
she came into the room and a jumpy part came out of nowhere.
Formally, Opopop
has common sentiment with classical electronics such as Pauline
Oliveros. It is noise, but not wide band. It is not merely static,
but living audio particles. It does not sound "effected"
somehow, but like a natural event from another world. Thus its horror
sci-fi affinities are strong. The difference lies in its short length,
something the classics rarely tried, and its snotty, almost punk
attitude, minus the stinky posture. Although it never drives worn
paths such as the Berlin electro punk aesthetic, there is something
of the same root origin: the EU, Ikea, iMac and operation triunfo.
Opopop embraces popular contemporary culture world, and then spits
it back chewed and icky, and strangely without wacky samples.
The cover image
is great, a florescent roadwork pink griffin, (a lion with wings
and a birds' head), just above bold title credits. (I think it may
be part of the Scottish flag.) It sticks out as a frightening yet
comic image, further pushing an idea of some kind of trumped up
war of the worlds. Oh, but we are at war, aren't we?