“Geologists predict that California will eventually slide away into oblivion in about 50 million years. The Pacific ‘tectonic plate,’ which carries the western sliver of California, is sliding past North America at the rate of about five centimetres per year. One day, ‘Las Californias’ will slide underneath the earth’s crust somewhere near the Aleutian Islands, but don’t start panicking just yet.
Alert audiophiles soon fathom that Caminiti’s ambiguous album title carries no reference to continental drift at all. The song titles and press release indicate that this hazy lyrical guitar led lament is a critique of urban geography and of the “late-capitalist” society that is forced to search for space to live in within its decaying environs. In a shift away from his customary attempts at a musical recreation of the natural landscape, here we see the focus put on to a study of the precise laws and specific effects of the metropolitan geographical environment, consciously organized or not, on the emotions and behaviour of the individual.
This tranche of tonal dexterity attempts to teach people to see beyond the broken glass, urine puddles, derelict buildings, drug dealers, detritus, and cacophony of modern living. These mazy, sardonic, caustic and pessimistic riffs hover effortlessly across the faded landscape of “The Golden State”. Riddled with a postmodern sense of melancholy, paradoxically a beguiling sense of mischievous happiness exists in this surface of these sentient strings. Retrospective rhythms and considered chords urge us to seek out and discover a sense of awe and beauty in the everyday things that we take for granted: the very ordinariness that we walk past a thousand times, ignore and never pause to contemplate.
While a sense of disappointment at the evident void and subsequent failure of the ‘American dream’ pervades all modules of this musette, hope of salvation is on offer here too. The pure unadulterated pitch of Caminiti’s guitar poetry beckons us all to see beyond the decrepit façade of Western civilization. Existential electric evocations dare us to believe that our crumbling cities can become pleasure gardens that invoke contemplation, serenity and appreciation of beauty, all spiritual qualities needed in order to cultivate an enlightenment that can be attained through the direct intuitive insight that this mesmeric music recommends and requires.” –Fluid Radio