Some things are just purely pefect. Some are borderline perfect. Some are sublime. Death in June's "Little Blue Butterfly" is sublime. I hear the collective gasps now. "Death in June! No!"
Relax. Douglas Pearce may be the scariest homosexual you know, and his band may inspire protests and terror worldwide, but "Little Blue Butterfly" is beautiful.
Death in June, as many of probably know, is the neofolk band. This song is what will win over those who don't let themselves be held back by some controversy.
Earlier this week I posted the song on my Facebook page. As to be expected, it warranted little comment except from the person I knew would get it. I'm not even sure anyone else listened to it, either because they have grown scared of the music I put up (Whitehouse bothered a lot of people), or they just couldn't be bothered. I doubt too many of them know about the band, either. If you can let go of the preconceived notions, put aside the fears and just listen you will be treated to something haunting and moving.
A friend of mine once described Death in June as the "most evil music" he had ever heard. It "scared" him. I think that is understandable, actually. It is powerful music. It strikes to the core. It makes you uncomfortable. Sometimes art isn't safe. Sometimes it shouldn't be. There's plenty of entertainment to serve that purpose. Plenty of lifeless music. Plenty of music you can bob your head to and not think. And there is really nothing wrong with that, really. Nor is there anything wrong with music that moves you. Love it. Loathe it. At least it has pulled forth a reaction other than, "That was nice."
Is this impure? No. Far from it. So very far from it.
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