Let that 9mm turn a fella ghostly.

Lis­ten: Demo­nolo­gists — Unhealthy Cul­ture

Lis­ten: Scott Walk­er — Clara

Lis­ten: Clipse — Ride around Shining

As quick­ly as hauntol­ogy arrived, it got bust­ed. Every­one laughed at last year’s EMP top­ic in whig­gish­ness as it applies to music and cul­tur­al crit, but Reynolds’ attempt at mak­ing spu­ri­ous link­ages sexy, if not plau­si­ble, is de rigeur. As inter­est­ing and well-researched as it is, Greil Mar­cus’ acad­e­mo-punk touch­stone Lip­stick Traces is still based as much on hard evi­dence and estab­lished dis­cur­sive com­mu­ni­ties as it is coin­ci­dences and serendipity.On that score, Pen­man’s scathing, hilar­i­ous rejoin­der is per­haps unnec­es­sar­i­ly the­o­ret­i­cal — it’s not hard to demon­strate how a vague cat­e­go­ry like hauntol­ogy is impos­si­bly bank­rupt pri­ma facie, right?

What might’ve been more inter­est­ing is some dis­cus­sion of how this haunt­ed music con­nects with present day pol­i­tics and soci­ol­o­gy, and how those things might inform the way crit­ics are hear­ing music these days. What makes so-called “haunt­ings” so inter­est­ing to us right now? What do bands like Excepter have in com­mon with Scott Walk­er? How do eerie beats con­nect Clipse and Bur­ial to the fright­en­ing hiss of Nacht­mys­tium and Xasthur?

For me, it’s the sense that vio­lence is once again Amer­i­ca’s cause célèbre. What was once over­shad­owed by Amer­i­ca’s mega­lo­ma­ni­a­cal mis­ad­ven­ture in Iraq is the nihilis­tic sec­tar­i­an vio­lence of a bud­ding civ­il war. Domes­ti­cal­ly, Clipse’s chill­ing coke tales cap­ture the mat­ter-of-fact ele­gance with which Chris and Snoop func­tion as mur­der­ous Mar­lo Stan­field­’s angels of death in the recent­ly con­clud­ed sea­son of The Wire. In both cas­es, it’s just busi­ness, amoral and asym­met­ri­cal, with uncer­tain­ty and fear lurk­ing in the col­lec­tive consciousness.