Omar Rodriguez Lopez
Old Money
Stones Throw
January 27th, 2009
In the year 2039, Tim Burton will be 81. His remakes will be old enough to be remade...again. Why is this important? Because this is also the year, if I had to guess, that yet another vision of
Charlie and the Chocolate Factory will be released. Even darker, even wackier, even nuttier. This is also the year where Omar Rodriguez Lopez's newest solo effort,
Old Money, under eclectically hip label Stones Throw, will be old enough to be considered a classic. The director of this reborn
Charlie and the Chocolate Factory, which will probably be simply titled,
Chocolate Factory, will decide to choose the Mars Volta guitarist's
Old Money as his classic, sentimental soundtrack for the film, fitting perfectly into the even zanier version of the vintage, sugar-filled fairy tale. The only reasoning behind this futuristic and fictitious fable hides in the fact that Omar Lopez has created an album that needs something as absurd as
Chocolate Factory to be understood.
Old Money is candy-coated chaos for the working class; an arresting blend of guitar layers, scattered drums, and electronic assistance. The words found outside of musical vernacular to describe
Old Money could be the very same ones that future journalists use to describe
Chocolate Factory.
True to story, the first track, "Power of Myth," coincides with the distribution and winnings of the golden ticket. An exciting opening track that sets the tone for the rest of the album as a multi-coated vehicle for outrageous and surprisingly organized instrumentation. It is no surprise that the guitar is Omar's go-to, and he makes it punctually relevant on this first track, and throughout the album. Mind bending electronic noises ring forwards and backwards during "Power of Myth," and the guitar sounds change between distorted riffs to wah-wah'd solos and back again. This leads us into Charlie and the others approaching Willy Wonka and his factory..."How to Bill the Bilderberg Group," the second track. A slow increase of drums rolls and what sounds like ghost voices takes us on a journey from outside the factory to inside the factory. "Population Council's Wet Dream," inside the factory, is pure eye candy. Visually. For the sake of the album, we'll call it ear candy. Everywhere you look, or hear, there is something unordinary going on. Organ-like elements riding over tweaky guitar lines, a 4/4 tempo that is frighteningly in order with contrast to the other instrumentals taking place...truly wacky. Animating, somewhat uncomfortable, but leaves you anxiously wanting more.
"Trilateral Commissions As Dinner Guests" is what happens to you when you eat the blueberry gum...you blow up into a confusing sight. This track is as mysterious as it is unfriendly, but this mystery not only makes it tolerable, but enjoyable. It's a girl growing into a round, blue ball. Running on these same comparisons, "Family War Funding(Love Those Rothschilds)" can be seen as the classic Oompa Loompa song. It is a break to keep you caught up, but an upbeat and cautious one. It almost borrows from old Nintendo game music, but keeps itself outside the boundaries of biting. Instrumentally, it follows the same paths most the tracks go down. This leads us into Charlie entering the T.V., otherwise known as "I Like the Rockefellers' First Two Records, But After That..." This song has no gravity. Its instruments just float along aimlessly, projecting towards no certain destination but somehow colliding together into a mystical dimension where music can have a mind of its own. It jumps around just like Charlie and his Grandpa do in the T.V., but, like they are contained in the T.V., the instrumentation is contained within the concept and melody of the song. Nothing strays too far, everything strays just far enough. "Old Monday" concludes
Old Money just as credits will conclude
Chocolate Factory. This is a slow paced track with nowhere near as much going on instrumentally as the other tracks have, which makes it simplistically beautiful in its own right. Throughout the course of its nine minutes, it slowly builds up into a song with a full arsenal: drums, guitar, bass, electronics, etc., whereas it only started with buzzing guitar riffs. The build up is progressively intense until its final, abrupt end.
As berserk as this story is, it is remarkably the most accurate depiction of
Old Money, at least that I could come up with. Although Stones Throw is a questionable character to take on this self-produced, arranged, and directed album by Omar himself, it is good to see them broadening their horizons and doing it with authority. This album is truly an odyssey where if a picture paints only a thousand words, these songs can paint an entire film. Whether you want it to be a futuristic, unmade remake of
Charlie and the Chocolate Factory or not, Omar Lopez's latest release will put images in your mind. No doubt about it. The instrumentation is far too thick and powerful to only let it be heard; you must see it, too. If you really can't, maybe you'll just have to wait until 2039.
*Reviewed for URB Magazine, up on www.urb.com soon.*
