Oneohtrix Point Never’s ‘Nobody Here’ loops a four bar sample from Chris de Burgh’s ‘Lady in Red’, turning the sickly strains of the original—via a dubby slowing down and some liberal use of echo—into a darkly compulsive 125 seconds (that yet feels eternal) of music. The result is a triumph of hypnagogia, and of détournement. De Burgh’s scopophilic love is made grotesque, and uncanny.
I dreamt last night that I was at a Chris de Burgh concert, but de Burgh seemed transfigured. He had a shamanistic aspect about him, something unworldly. The band started to play Lady in Red. When they got to the ‘Nobody Here’ refrain, everything suddenly became mesmeric. The band had slowed, and Chris had dropped in register and speed, dropping from dreamreality, even. In my mind the live performance of Lopatin’s loop took up one, maybe two hours. What would be the optimum time for such a thing to take proper effect? The image of de Burgh and his band locked into their smothered groove is one to hold onto, I think.