Some alien, deity, or non-corporeal being somewhere is definitely watching me earn my degree in English literature and this is what they see.
Ben Metcalf's "Against the Country"
Metcalf’s novel(?) is a hyper-verbose diatribe against the false pastoral of his youth, an auto-fictional attack on the American idealization of roughin’ it in the wild. I’ll let you know right now that this book is not for everyone. If the thought of some white guy complaining about his childhood for 350 pages makes you a bit green around the gills, you will likely fling this book against the nearest perpendicular surface. That being said, Metcalf is by-and-large calling out the bullshit of all these other white men from throughout America’s long and storied history of white men “returning to nature.” “Thomas Jefferson seems to me to have sinned cardinally,” Metcalf writes, “with his comfortable slaver’s dream of an agrarian wonderland and his criminal transfer of public funds to the Napoleonic war effort so as to avail us of the hectares needed to prove that dream a nightmare.” This gives you a pretty good idea of the dude’s writing style, and for a certain type of reader, his grandiloquent rancor goes down like a delicious, sugary, angst-filled cup of iced tea on a hot summer’s day.
Pharmakon @ Mississippi Studios
Okay, so this one is pharm- and not “farm”, but you get it. Pharmakon is to industrial noise what Deafheaven is to black metal, which is to say she has garnered a lot of critical praise and some scorn from “true fans of the genre.” Take it or leave it, but if you take it, this show will be something to behold. The first time I saw Pharmakon she was chewing on a slab of metal, and I had to leave her set early and run 3 miles through Chicago at 1 in the morning to catch the last train out of the city. That night was the only time I’ve ever had Popeye’s Fried Chicken, and let me tell you, their interpretation of Ranch Dippin’ Sauce is unique and commendable.
Arca's Sheep
Death Grips’ Fashion Week instrumental album is pretty good, and probably the most listener-friendly release that they’ve come out with ever, but this is the real fashion show soundtrack that you want. Arca is a Venezuelan musician/producer who exploded all over that prime 2013-era scene with production credits on Yeezus and his own superb mixtape &&&&&, and released his debut album Xen last year (although Xen had some cool things going on i/r/t gender dysphoria, it wasn’t quite as nice musically as &&&&& this keyboard’s ampersand button has never been so flagrantly exercised!). While Arca’s been getting a lot of press for production creds on Bjork’s new album—but really, Bjork deserves pretty much all the credit on that one—this is the real release you wanna look out for. It’s only 17 minutes, but it’s free on the internet somewhere, and it’s perfectly creepy music (with even creepier album art) for the somewhat-creepy concept of a fashion show. It doesn’t take a PhD in Literary Theory to connect the symbolic connotations of sheep to the behavior of people following the fashion industry. Perhaps Arca is making some ~subversive~ comments here, but the lambs haven’t stopped screaming yet; they just bought some Yeezys.