Every once in a great while a mod comes across me bow which stirs me soul so much it makes me want to sail into the nearest port o'call, steal away the handiest damsel in distress, and cart her away to the closest club/discotheque for a night of dancing and romancing. (Ouch! My own damsel nixes the romancing idea, and by the fire in her eyes, I'll wager a dollar to a doughnut she has nefarious designs on me nether regions if I follow up on the former idea *8^) ).Let me put it *this* way...I'm thinking of moving to Sweden -- if this is the kind of stuff their musicians put out (MiCa is from Sweden--or at least he was when he released this mod), then I'm gonna go move next to Maestro MiCa (not to intimate that *my* tracking skills are on a par with MiCa's--heh, heh--but I gotta move closer so I'll be the first to catch his next release!)
Eep -- how to begin? Expecially after my gushing review of Rayden's "Into the Light"?
Well, for starters. Rayden's mod is Ambient Techno, utilizing an ambient synth in its opening, whereas MiCa's mod is Dance through and through, chock full of bass guitar riffs, stomping drum sequences, and echoey lead synth lines.
Lacking the technical skills to *really* do justice to this mind-boggling piece of ear candy, I'll try instead to describe it in cinematic terms.
"You're All the Same" sounds like the opening / end title credits to a Tom Clancy superspy thriller. Every time I play this mod, I can see the leading man as clear as day: Thirty-something, six-even, athletic, strong, chiseled features, cool, suave, debonair, and an abolute rakehelly with the women. By gorry, I even see the lad's name: Dirk the Daring (all ladies in the audience please refrain from fainting...)
Let's see, this is much fun...I'll extrapolate the storyline...the mission, should our man accept it, is to find and disarm a nuclear weapon that was stolen from NATO HQ by three semi-sentient beings from the general vicinity of Mizar 9 (subcontinent Gruen). The beings, known collectively as the YxTlllPxK, have holed up in the maintenance room in the lower sub-level of the East End Mall in Lower South London (help me out here, Riffs--I'm reaching...you know London a *whole* lot better'n I do...) Along the way, our hero encounters a ferocious gang earthbound YxTlllPxKians, (cleverly disguised as London accountants), who pursue Dirk the Daring as he races to the East End Mall to confront the terrorists, who have threatened to nuke London and every sentient species in a 7 mile radius....Oh my, I could go on, and on....but I'll spare ye all and simply say, either ye check out this magnificent creation, or I'll send a gang of wild-eyed kangaroo rats your way (which, of course, everyone with even a modicum of sense knows, is a horrific threat)...
Just curious, MiCa, but which of the following scenarios below (if any) is closest to the original meaning of the title in relation to your masterpiece?:
o A woman, to all men in general, for some perceived offence: "You men, you're all the same!"
o A man, to all women in general, for the same reason: "You women, you're all the same!"
o A musician, to all his/her listeners, who never truly seem to appreciate his/her work:
"You listeners: You're all the same!"
o A sailor to the landlocked: "You landlubbers, you're all the same!" (Just *had* to toss that one in.
I realize there are hundreds of variations which also apply (with the exception of expressions of disgust directed towards the denizens of Rigel IV, who are immune to that sort of thing), but what
was your original meaning of the title?
Whatever it was, I'm naming my next male child after you! [Whap! Oh, sorry dear, of *course* I'm just blathering here...]
"We, who are about to compose, salute you!" (Er, "Composaturi te Salutamus", perhaps?)