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Welcome back to Gilead (Photo: Tina Tiller)
Welcome back to Gilead (Photo: Tina Tiller)

Pop CultureApril 29, 2021

The Handmaid’s Tale recap: Hello darkness, my old friend

Welcome back to Gilead (Photo: Tina Tiller)
Welcome back to Gilead (Photo: Tina Tiller)

After a long wait, the new season of The Handmaid’s Tale has finally landed. Tara Ward recaps the first three episodes of season four. 

Hold on to your bonnets, because the new season of our favourite dystopian drama sizzles like a hair straightener cauterising a bullet wound. It’s been two years since we left our hero June Osborne dying on the forest floor, shot while smuggling children out of Gilead. We weren’t sure if she’d survive, but silly us. June Osborne will never die, not as long as she has a handmaid squad and a red hot curling iron. Wash, dry, curl and cauterise. This is our world now, so welcome to it. 

Us, running into the first three episodes of The Handmaid’s Tale.

After three seasons of small, slow wins on The Handmaid’s Tale, it’s a treat to watch the urgency and momentum of this new season. I’ve never shouted at the television like I did at the end of episode three, not even the time when Aunt Lydia busted out an unexpected karaoke version of ‘Islands in the Stream’. June has exposed herself as a resistance leader, she’s hellbent on revenge, and she has nothing left to lose. We know from the season four trailer that June seems to make it to Canada; now we just need to find out how she gets there.

Obviously, spoilers for the first three episodes follow. If you haven’t watched them yet, get thee to Neon immediately. 

Episode one: Pigs

Praise be, June is alive, thanks to some incredible first aid from Janine and the security of a Mayday safe house in Pennsylvania. It’s a farm run by Commander Keyes’ 14-year-old wife Esther, who fangirls over meeting Gilead’s most famous handmaid. “I had visions we would kill people together,” a thrilled Esther tells June, which is one hell of an icebreaker. May the lord open an escape hatch, quickly. 

Where’s a karaoke bar when you need one?

Back in Gilead, a beaten Aunt Lydia has endured a 19-day interview with the Guardians. Having taken Aunt Lydia’s “frailties” into account, they conclude she wasn’t responsible for the handmaids going rogue, but Aunt Lydia’s still peeved. Is this a turning point for her, given she does everything Gilead asks but still suffers for it? The nerve of those big man-babies. Nobody puts Aunt Lydia in the corner and gets away with it. 

We’d like to put the Waterfords in the corner forever, but Canada is all about “fairness” and “democracy”. Blah blah, Canada, blah blah. Finding out that June helped 86 children escape from Gilead rubs salt in the Waterfords’ dystopian wounds, but I can’t stop thinking about Serena’s perfect prison wardrobe. Crime and floaty fabrics never looked so good, while Fred’s slammer beard grows bushier by the day. You could almost plant potatoes in it. A miserable crop, indeed. 

The most twisted remake of Pride and Prejudice ever.

While the handmaids live out their happiest pastoral dreams (the pig’s named Mr Darcy), June realises Esther is severely traumatised. They form an unlikely mother/daughter relationship, and when Esther identifies a local man as one of her rapists, June encourages her to take revenge. “Make me proud,” she says, as Esther’s fun murder vision comes true. Welcome back, you beautiful nightmare, I’ve missed this gnawing sensation in my stomach lining.

Episode two: Nightshade

Contrary to popular opinion (mine), living in Canada doesn’t mean you get to stare at pictures of Justin Trudeau and eat poutine all day. Rita is struggling to adapt to her new life, the Gilead children are unhappy, and Moira’s sick of cleaning up June’s messes. Canada is already a country of big feelings, so wait until Moira finds out that Serena Waterford is pregnant.

They’re glowing.

The fruit has been blessed, the vessel has been filled and the lord has opened a can of wombs. Fred and Serena loathe each other with every one of the cells that have fused together to create this new life, and they’re both trapped in a cruel game of “my spouse is a much shittier person than I originally thought”. How will they bring an innocent child into this hot mess? Kids hate games, everyone knows that. 

June prepares to leave the farm for the next safe house, visiting the local Jezebels to gather information. She encourages the women there to fight, reminding them that Mayday isn’t an army but a movement anyone can be part of. When June discovers Esther has been quietly poisoning her husband, she takes Esther’s stash of nightshade to the Jezebels to poison all the horny commanders. Drink up lads, you seem thirsty. 

The fun times are over when June returns to the safe house and is captured by Nick. “I’ll try to keep you alive,” he tells her, which is definitely in the top five romantic things he’s ever said to her. Look, I’m sure everything will be fine. Gilead will be understanding, right? June did it for the kids, right? It’s fine. 

Episode three: The Crossing

It is not fine. 

Uh-oh. (Image: Neon)

Gilead is fuming. They’re several wombs down, all their kids are in Canada eating poutine and staring at photos of Trudeau, and June won’t confess where the other handmaids are. They torture June by locking her in a room with a man who wants to pull her fingernails out, and then they make her eat tomato soup with “invasion consultant” Commander Lawrence. Tomato soup is the worst kind of torture. Poor June. 

But June’s not without support. Nick blackmails Commander Lawrence to help her; while in Canada, Luke plants a persimmon for luck. Great idea, but given June just watched two women being pushed off a building because she wouldn’t reveal where the safe house was, she’s going to need more than a confused tomato to bust her out of there. Blessed be the fruit can only go so far. 

You win, Gilead.

Desperate for information, Gilead takes Hannah and puts her in a glass box for June to see. A terrified Hannah doesn’t remember her mother, and June finally breaks. This puts Aunt Lydia in a chipper mood, and she sends June to join the other fugitive handmaids in a Magdalene colony. No handmaid can be spared, so they’ll spend the rest of their lives working and ovulating, ovulating and working. Happy days. 

When your passengers get out but don’t thank you for the ride.

June is sent on the road trip of her life. First she has an emotional goodbye pash with Nick, and then she makes a sudden break for freedom when the van carrying the handmaids stops at a railway crossing. June pins Aunt Lydia down to let the others escape, and joins them in the sprint across the train tracks to the safety of the forest. Why wasn’t road running included in their handmaid training? Two handmaids are shot and two more are hit by the train, but June and Janine make it safely across. June is on the run again, and I need a drink.

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Merk, by the beach (photo: Sylvia Louis Marie, additional design: The Spinoff)
Merk, by the beach (photo: Sylvia Louis Marie, additional design: The Spinoff)

New Zealand MusicApril 29, 2021

‘I was bored of strumming guitars’: How Merk made a new album, and found a new sound

Merk, by the beach (photo: Sylvia Louis Marie, additional design: The Spinoff)
Merk, by the beach (photo: Sylvia Louis Marie, additional design: The Spinoff)

On his long-awaited return, the singer-songwriter talks postponed plans, film scores and finding new purpose by paring things back.

At the start of 2020, Merk was getting ready to resurface. Three years removed from the release of his acclaimed and award-winning first album Swordfish, the artist born Mark Perkins had finally put finishing touches on its follow-up, and was beginning to plant seeds for its release. Lead single ‘H.N.Y.B.’ was out, extensive European and American tours (beginning with a stop at major industry festival SXSW) had been booked, and a date had been set for a pre-departure fundraising show at Auckland’s Whammy Bar.

That date was March 11. On March 6, the city of Austin announced that owing to the rapid and uncontrolled spread of Covid-19, SXSW 2020 would be cancelled. Well-laid plans quickly unravelled, and Merk found himself very much at the mercy of the fates. The Whammy show went ahead, but within weeks basically everything else stopped. The moment he’d spent entire years working towards would be deferred indefinitely.

At first, Perkins says he wasn’t entirely fazed by the disruption. “I’m a studio guy,” he explains. “When I’m at home, making stuff on my computer, that’s like, my zone.” The disappointment would come later. “Over the months following I was like, actually this does kind of suck.”

But when we meet, a little less than a year since everything stopped, there’s little to suggest the experience has engendered any enduring bitterness. It’s a typically sweaty late morning at the tail end of Auckland’s long, damp summer, and he’s wandered over from the Karangahape Road flat that houses his home studio. He’s been keeping busy: the album’s been rescheduled, the release tour is booked, and he’s spent a morning deep in the process of scoring an upcoming local documentary series.

It’s only his second work in that medium, after a 2020 collaboration with friend and contemporary Marlon Williams on the score for an also yet-to-be-released feature film, and he’s clearly enjoying exploring a new musical vernacular. But while Swordfish-era Merk no doubt had a rare gift for melody, given the tendency of his early work towards a kind of Bolan-on-Sesame-Street hypercoloured glam rock it feels fair to say that the move to soundtracks may come as some surprise. When pressed, Perkins says although the new medium does introduce new challenges, it’s also helped him approach his writing and production in a new way.

“It’s a different form of storytelling,” he explains. “I just think that cinema is like the art of arts…it’s the culmination of every [artform]. And I guess what I’m enjoying at the moment is the humbling process of learning; being not so good at something necessarily, and then having to learn that new skill. As I get older, I feel like those opportunities come less and less, where you’re put in a scenario where you don’t know everything, or anything.”

Photos: Sylvia Louis Marie

It’s a move which also makes slightly more sense in the context of his new album. Released earlier this month, Infinite Youth marks a clear departure from the sound and the songs with which he initially found an audience. There’s clearly a common lineage between the records – he hasn’t entirely lost the playful irreverence of Swordfish, and he’s no less adept in coaxing earworm hooks from the most unassuming of places – but where previously he’d leaned into his maximal instincts, here the sonic references are broader, the arrangements more ornate, the compositions subtler and more refined.

It’s a change he credits in large part to Johan Carøe. A Danish soundtrack composer and electronic musician, Carøe first crossed Perkins’ path when both attended the Red Bull Music Academy in 2016. Their quick kinship would soon evolve into an enduring friendship and a subsequently fruitful creative partnership, and while there’s a degree of separation between the two artists’ respective wheelhouses, Perkins says that’s where at least some of the creative attraction lies.

“Johan doesn’t really like indie music,” he says. “But that’s what excited me about working with him.” As well as his considerable technical input through the process – parts of the album were recorded at his Copenhagen studio, and the pair collaborated extensively online too – Carøe would serve as both foil and quasi-coach for Perkins throughout the extended creative process.

“When I started making Infinite Youth I was quite bored with strumming guitars. Because I’d recognised that pattern in myself, where a lot of my songs followed that format of, like: strum, guitar solo, big chorus. Which is great, I love that stuff, but I’ve done it. I was really ready to create something new.”

In some ways, creating something new meant forgetting old defense mechanisms. Perkins’ songwriting has always leaned autobiographical, but he admits that at times the aesthetic of his work has distracted from the text. Carøe’s take was succinct. “Johan was basically like, ‘those funny synths [on Swordfish] are cool, but you’re hiding. You’re downplaying your emotions by being like ‘check out this cool sound!’’ So we worked a lot on cutting to the core.”

Photos: Sylvia Louis Marie

Listening to the finished product, it’s clear that its creators took that idea to heart. Infinite Youth is an engrossing, immediate record, built from songs which feel at once intricately constructed and lavishly expansive. Perkins describes his and Carøe’s shared intent as “Steve Reich, but played by The Carpenters”, and the DNA of those polar pillars of American minimalism is for sure apparent, but it’s also a record where Haroumi Hosono-inflected city pop vamps (‘GOD’, ‘Deep Dive’) sit comfortably next to Harry Nilsson-via-Grandaddy introspection (album bookends ‘H.N.Y.B.’ and ‘Infinite Youth’), and where the indisputable showstopper (penultimate track ‘But She Loves You’) transitions effortlessly from gentle piano balladry to lush symphonic disco in a scant three minutes.

It’s also an album which feels impossibly prescient of the moment in which it landed. Although it’s not a Covid-era album as such – in that it was mostly completed by the time the virus even became a consideration – there’s an intimacy and a directness which feels remarkably fitting to our cultural moment. It’s easy to imagine couplets like “All our friends / are sadder than they were last year” from ‘Happiness’ or “Always spinning faster / into the plughole revolver” from ‘Laps Around The Sun’ taking on a particular resonance at a time when the world seems to be collectively taking stock of exactly how meaningful our pre-pandemic priorities were.

Maybe the strangest instance of this accidental timeliness comes via early-album standout, the bubbly, surf-tinged ‘American Parties’. Taken in the current world context, its earnest platitudes feel sardonic to the point of being at least a little bit acidic; the idea that anyone’s looking to that particular country for anything other than a cautionary tale right now feeling borderline unbelievable.

“I wrote that song for Swordfish, in 2015. And it was, like, kind of genuine at the time. Because a lot of my friends were going over to do music in LA, and doing really well… it was less about America so much as it was about me being lonely. But every year I feel like it takes on a new meaning, since it’s sat unreleased, and I’m so intrigued to see what people think of that song. I feel like my job is done: I’ve made it, and now people can do with it what they want.”

Across our conversation, that attitude – of accepting that his creative labours will inevitably take on supplementary or alternate symbolism – begins to feel like something of a guiding principle for the Merk project. It’s clear beyond doubt that the music he’s making means the world to Perkins, but he’s careful to allow for distance between what the songs mean to him and what they’ll come to mean to an audience. And in terms of how he expresses those creative impulses in future, he’s optimistic that the seeds planted in the making of Infinite Youth will continue to bear fruit.

“I think we did a lot of groundwork with this one. And hopefully [with future albums] I won’t have to deconstruct the whole thing every time and build a new one. Maybe we can hang out here for a bit. Try to perfect it, a little bit.”

This content, like Merk’s album Infinite Youth, was created with the support of NZ on Air. Merk tours Aotearoa in May 2021 – visit Undertheradar for show details and ticketing.