A short while ago I wrote about making playlists to help with context-dependent moods. It was pretty much pop psychology, but then I do have a degree in the subject, so I guess I’m not completely talking out of my ass here.
Property, on the other hand, is a nasty whisper in your ear. As a result, the soundtrack is far quieter and way more sinister.
I love jazz. Particularly Chet Baker. His life story is one of the most harrowing things in music. There’s a great documentary called Let’s Get Lost that’s worth watching if you’re into that sort of thing.
I also like French shit because it makes me seem cultured. Hence the inclusion of Francoise Hardy.
And Hope Sandoval is the voice that haunts a million dreams. I could’ve put any of the Warm Inventions or the Mazzy Star tracks on there, but Trouble fitted best with my mood at the time.
Property is, at it’s heart, a very sad tale. The soundtrack, I think, reflects that. There’s a lot of dark, beautiful operatic stuff on there. Give it a whirl.
So there you are. That’s what gets my fucked-up brain off now and then.