This single release comes from Caffe Collective, based in London and promising “to integrate their audiences with the creative approach towards art, coffee and entertainment, and expand the horizons of artists working together”
I wish I knew what that actually meant, because I feel it would help me to understand exactly what’s going on in this song.
Call me an old traditionalist, but I just don’t get it. Maybe I’ve not smoked the right stuff, or I’ve not listened to this whilst seventeen espresso shots course through my system at 3:30am on a Friday night.
The band describe themselves as a ‘funk / prog rock band’ but in truth I’m really struggling to find any elements of these genres. What I hear – and what I see from the video – is something I can most closely liken to a finger painting by my kids when they were back in nursery. There’s a picture in there somewhere, that’s for sure. Only it’s not at all obvious what you’re experiencing. So you say the nice things, like “Oh, it’s an elephant?” but only because they are your kids. You pin up the picture, but very soon afterwards it gets replaced / mislaid, and that’s it.
Sadly, I’m driven to say that – for me at least – this is the closest that Wasted Space gets to art, and that at a mere two minutes long, it thankfully lasts about the same time as a toddler’s daubs. And as it’s not from my offspring, I’m struggling to find anything more positive to say.
I have no doubt that there’s an audience out there. Emin, Hirst, and others find appreciative crowds for what I and many others simply find baffling and strange. So it is with Wasted Space. I’m afraid the biggest emotional response I can offer is a scratch of the head and maybe a faint raising of the eyebrows.
Feel free to take a look yourselves HERE, and I apologise to the band whose efforts I’ve not been positive about, but as I tell everyone: I’m not here to write you a glowing advert unless – in my view – it’s deserved.