Review
C418
Minecraft – Volume Alpha
2011
16/09/25
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The mental adventures of children, when lived and remembered.

Honestly, coming up with an unbiased opinion for a record like this is impossible, being a personal soundtrack for over a decade, having grown up alongside these very tracks, having listened to them constantly throughout however many thousands of hours I have sunk into Minecraft, one may expect that at this point they would have crossed the threshold of familiarity into detest, yet they haven't. Whilst I have drifted in and out of being interested in Minecraft, the soundtrack of it never fails to catapult me towards the very same state I was in when I begun to play Minecraft as a child, the countless memories made with the game, the feelings of curiosity towards this sandbox of a game.

Had it followed the game's artistic lead and leaned into chiptune, it would have faded from memory, but its classical tastes create an atmosphere far deeper than the cutesy pixel graphics would have attested, somehow managing to instill feelings of longing, nostalgia and bittersweet emotion that provided soul to a world that was nearly entirely empty, yet urged one to explore it.

It's fantastically tasteful, synthesizer use being more akin of the type of early electronic music than of the chiptune world, and even in its most extreme examples, continuing to remain removed from it and prompting different feelings. It's beautifully composed, being ambient music that attempts to invade the heart rather than simply sit alongside it, and is successful in said mission.

The problem is, though, that I am unsure whether these feelings truly are of the music itself, or the countless memories that have attached themselves to these tracks as they played in the background, in the same vein I am unsure that these would therefore qualify as valid, whilst I am of the opinion that music's ultimate objective is to provide emotions to the listener, I do not know that these are the feelings that the music itself is providing, or my mind is providing, whilst the feelings are certainly contributed by the composition itself, it is unknown whether they are entirely produced by it, even if I would have otherwise not felt it without them playing.