(Andy Synn embraces both the horror, and the hope, of the new album from The Acacia Strain, out Friday)
From “high art” to “low art” (and I’m sure there’s at least a few people out there who would absolutely consider The Acacia Strain to be the latter, at best) the one thing which truly makes art… well… art, is the emotion and intention which goes into its creation.
And while this seems to confuse some people – especially those “death of the author” types, for whom the only important thing is their interpretation – to me it just makes sense that art is all about what you put into it… and not necessarily what others get out of it.
Which is why it was so interesting to me to read The Acacia Strain‘s long-time lyrical mouthpiece Vincent Bennett talk about how much more personal their new album was and how this is the first time that he’s truly worn his heart on his sleeve (or, more accurately, in his words).
Because at no point in their career have I felt that Bennett, or the band, have ever tried to hold themselves back or settle for simply going through the motions… their rage has always read as something raw and visceral and uncompromising in both intent and delivery.
But perhaps what he meant is that, despite describing You Are Safe From God Here as the band’s “dark fantasy era” (based on the perhaps-not-entirely-fantastical premise that the entity we call “god” is something to be feared and avoided at all costs), what he’s actually doing this time around is exploring the roots of this rage… the desperation, the desolation, and the despair which feeds it and fuels it, for better or worse.
