You’ve got to give credit where credit is due – everytime I look on bandcamp it seems like Butterfly International Day Of Peace has a new thing out – EP, album, whatever. At first I dismissed it as melodramatic popera but then the persistence did something to me, through the sheer repetition and tenacity of it BIDOP becomes a strange art project perhaps a little similar to Perfume Genius (credit to Matt who pointed that out; piano balladry and all that). I mean. I mean. When I was in high school I used to try and right rock operas and they were all universally terrible but at least it kept me in the music room and out of the open – as Pauline ‘spunky’ Kael used to say, you don’t have to be the chicken to know if the egg tastes good, but it helps if you’re a bad chicken who makes bad rock operas with your friend who ended up with a commerce degree he doesn’t use.
–Which is to say there is something endearing about song and piano – there’s something endearing about the resolutely lo-fi process, mistakes and overloading the mic and all of it. There’s something brave about the way BIDOP reveal themselves – flaws and inclination for the melodramatic and all. It’s refreshing to hear music, even music I don’t care for, which is such an unadorned and unaltered reflection of its creator. We talk about ‘authenticity’ a lot – Marlon Williams is Real Authentic, that country boy from
Louisana Christchurch — when mostly authenticity is a kind of put-on, just like glamour or goth or whatever. BIDOP is the real deal – it’s real because it doesn’t matter if you like it or not. It gives no fucks. B+