October 11, 2012

Jonah Bromwich drives slow, homie.

If you’re like me, you left Drive in a state of shock and awe. You didn’t care about precedent, about the other people who liked the movie or didn’t like the movie, about what it all meant, about a gold comedic performance by Ron Perlman. All you knew is that that movie looked and sounded at least as good as anything you’d ever seen before. As a wildly passionate fan of the music video as a medium, you were just really excited that some movie execs had greenlit a feature length vid. Those who didn’t understand that that’s what Drive was missed the point entirely. Aesthetic bliss.

If you’re like me, you tracked down everything that sounded like that soundtrack. You tried for the soundtrack itself, but that didn’t exist yet, so you looked up the artists on the soundtrack, and looked for their most recent work. If you went in order, the first name that you stumbled across was The Chromatics. The first label that you stumbled across was Italians Do it Better. The first compilation you downloaded was After Dark. It was exactly what you’d been looking for, and you were blissed out. Now all you needed to do was get yourself a properly tailored jean jacket, because, if you’re like me, there’s no way you were pulling off that scorpion jacket.

If you’re like me, this is what you did immediately, with no hesitation and no cause for rest. You may have skipped writing a couple of English papers. You may have stayed up doing this. It may have been hard to track down After Dark for free. You may have ended up paying for it. Your roommates may have made fun of you. You have may have ignored them and then, early in the morning when you had everything converted and burned, rewarded them for their insolence with some heavy decibel version of the classic “Last Nite a DJ Saved My Life.” It may have sparked an impromptu dance party. Your very good-looking neighbors may have joined. It may have been one of the best nights of your college career, a surreal, perfect incident catalyzed by a perfect-looking movie.

If you’re smart enough to be not like me, the universe has rewarded you in the form of Johnny Jewel handing out this mafucka for free. For free. If you can’t help but to playact a homicidal move in a John Hughes hue while you ride around in your nondescript Chevy Impala, but you somehow missed this the first time around, this is the mix for you.


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