Whoever’s tagged as an explorer of “the absurdity of everyday life and the hopelessness of being human” like Matthew Revert scores an advantage when matched with this reviewer. On the other side, Vanessa Rossetto is an inventive specimen endowed with sweetness, discernment and talent in equal doses. By tampering with the essential nature of relatively normal sounds recontextualized in a compositional framework, this duo has produced a work that is as straightforward as indisputably significant.
Beyond any individual response to Earnest Rubbish’s three tracks, these aural landscapes are painstakingly sculpted and orchestrated. This alone suffices to distance them from the brainless amassments thrown out on a weekly basis by indeterminate quantities of retrieved-from-the-dump pretenders. As democracy is dwindling everywhere except where it should – that is, the music world – it is comforting to observe someone who does not list sources and locations to hide creative paucity; the record’s intrigue is enhanced by this lack of “necessity to identify”. For the anal retentives, though, the acoustic cauldron comprises harshly resonating appliances, metallic shades, casual conversations, invasive urban clangor, the radiophonic ghosts of Norah Jones and Ben E. King, vague electronics, disjointed strings, deformed instrumental snippets, sinister repetitions of single words. The half-familiarity with the bulk of the material is what ultimately affects the psyche without turning points, slogans or shocks. Still, mentally evidencing some of the constituents while getting nearly overwhelmed by warped echoes of quotidian activities remains a good exercise.
Over the recent decades, progressive states of deterioration have decisively thwarted men in their quest for inner improvement. In a way, this could represent the logical soundtrack for that disheartening decay. We detect the misery of routine as opposed to the chimeras of true evolution; imagine the falsity of so-called reciprocal attention hiding personal aims in the desperate attempt of claiming “approval”. When it comes to surviving in difficult settings, here’s the secret: vociferous persons should be regarded as background noise. On the contrary, Revert and Rossetto transform what once was considered as such into a genuine form of art. However, the aforementioned people would not appreciate the effort, for this stuff needs a focused silence to be entirely comprehended. And human loudmouths fear silence like nothing else.