Word: droned
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Dates: during 2000-2009
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Seated in front of the endless drone of the television—right now, treating us to a very grainy version of The Drew Carey Show—one guest’s chin sinks to his chest in slumber. The volunteers and guests who haven’t gone to bed yet sit in clusters and talk in hushed tones...
...normal level of complaints wasn’t high enough, tomorrow will be marked by an even louder than usual drone of lonely Harvard singles cursing their love lives and blaming these ivory walls for their dating shortcomings. But while Harvard might not be able to brag about its dating success, at least it can’t be blamed for trying. Over the years, students have never been short of possible solutions to the problem. With the same devotion they apply to resolving other pressing conflicts, many Crimson visionaries have initiated bold proposals—though with little success?...
...blacked-out attack chopper buzzes in the distance, and the low, heavy drone from what might be an AC-130 gunship rumbles terrifyingly near. Some of the insurgents scramble into a ditch. But Abu Ali calls them back. His plan is set. "God is great," he intones. The three rockets ignite at 2sec. intervals and screech away into the dark. In a matter of minutes, the raid is over. The firing team picks up the launch frame and loads it into the waiting cars. The perimeter detail melts into surrounding fields. The vehicles fan out to take team members...
Whereas earlier Liars releases have been vitriolic and explosive, the new material draws its power from a meditative drone. The Liars know well the power of a repeated phrase, and Andrew’s mantra on “We Fenced Other Houses with the Bones of Our Own” of “take your cauldron and get down” over Hemphill’s harmonizing vocals and bass-low guitar line, legitimizes this culled from the absurd witch imagery pervading the new album. In the song, real meaning comes out of nonsense, simply from the power...
...Dead Cities, each inveterate drone and clunky snare forms a unique texture of a cohesive reality, resulting in perhaps the purest aural approximation of human experience put to record. The enlightened “In Church” recreates a Christian mass from organs, disparate choral fractions and a persistent solitary fuzz-synth preacher. “Gone” is bombarded with the memories of a lost love, culminating in a cathartic screech that clears out until all that remains is the dull memory of the sensation. With only Crayola-simple synth beats and the occasional muted female vocalist...