In Review: Acolytes - Rupture
As the name of the release suggests, a rupture is a low lying, disruptive force that occurs deep below the surface remaining undetected for sometime. Acolytes’ Rupture, accounts for those who say ‘everything is fine’, ‘my life is good’ or ‘I don’t see a problem’. It is easy to imagine that a key characteristic of this rupture would be a blindness to the impending doom - like a volcano about to erupt - and a general inaction borne out of apathy, ignorance, denial (fear), moral righteousness (superiority), the list goes on...
Perhaps the most important feature of Acolytes’ Rupture is that once the implosion/explosion is apparent, it is too late. By virtue of its existence we have already gone too far and consequently lack, at an inherent level, the tools to turn it around. 'Auto Cannibalising Loop' (perhaps the best song title of 2018) lays the responsibility at our feet suggesting that this rupture, although human made, is beyond our command and is now self-consuming. When considering a future that holds such a bleak outcome it's a not stretch to consider climate change or the outcomes of AI (if the pessimists are correct) as key proponents of our civilisations collapse.
Rupture can be viewed beyond a literal interpretation of our situation, existing on the plane of a cautionary tale or prophecy. The picture is overwhelmingly negative and is best conceptualised in the same way we view a Goya drawing, Chapman Brothers sculpture or Francis Bacon painting. Like these, Rupture is an unrelentingly dark work, depicting the worst aspects of humanity. There have been many ruptures throughout human history and Acolytes do well to articulate the peculiarities of form that a rupture in our cultural moment might take. Unsurprisingly, it is complex - worlds away from the simple hammer fist of a meteor or the uniformed simplicity of death by flood, death by lava etc.
This rupture is technical, linked inextricably with the role systems of information and technology play in everyday life. There is a claustrophobic hysteria pressed into the record - a maze that you don’t see a way out of, a hyper-information anxiety. The unexplained first track, untitled, seemingly has no words yet there is the recollection of a human voice that has crashed, forever looping, unintelligibly. The damage suffered by the imagined victims of these songs is brutal, viscerally complex. Rupture is a death scene. AG