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The fall of RGV: Satya 2 music review

    This is an unexpected blog post, and I never intended to write this. But this album "moved me" so much I had to write about it.

Back in 1998 Ram Gopal Varma made, what is now a cult classic, Satya. Brilliantly written by Saurabh Shukla and Anurag Kashyap, by his own admittance, RGV really didn't have a very good idea of what he was doing (vaguely similar to the making of DW Griffith's Intolerance). Improvisations were a key feature in Satya (told ya, Intolerance), with the script merely acting as a flexible guideline, if you may. The  the Kristen Stewartesque acting abilities of J D Chakri was instrumental in turning Satya (the character) into an enigma. The hot headed gangster Bhiku Matre reminds me of Sonny from The Godfather, and Manoj Bajpai carried the role with absolute brilliance. Evrybody else on the cast were phenomenal, playing their parts just right.

The music was just right. had they done it any different it would have probably sucked. That haunting BGM by Sandeep Chowta is over used and in every crime show in every news channel, and is blatantly ripped off in many many movies. The songs were scored by Vishal Bharadwaj.  Sure it's not one of the best film albums, but it fits perfectly within the context of the movie, and can have a pretty good stand  as a stand alone album. Enjoyable.

Satya 2. I'm sorry, I've said this before, but going by the trailers, Satya 2 feels like "RGV ka Businessman". And I didn't even like Businessman!  I didn't have any expectations from the music album of Satya 2. Hell, I thought he would do away with the songs altogether. After listening to the songs, I strongly believe that that's what he should've done. The music has been handled by Amit Mohile, who seems to have been bred in the RGV stables for a LONG time.

The song line up in the album goes from bad to worse.

1) Evevo picchhi oohale- Forgettable. Sucks massively towards the end. Tolerable after a couple of listens. Especially if you listen the entire album. Twice.

2) Nuvvu leka nenu lenu- Best of the lot. I've heard better.

3) O Priya o priya- This is a funny song. It was not intended to be that way, but RGV + Heavy pitch correction = funny even if wasn't intended to be. RGV went the K Jo way with the visuals. Shot in the Swiss Alps apparently.

4) Adigithe Ivvaru- I'm guessing this is the hero introduction song. Lyrical BS.

5) Dhabalo speciallu- The lyrics ruin this song. The visuals fuck it up even more. The item girl, not an item.

6) Bhasma daari naamame jayam- Got Dubstep and shit. I hate dubstep.

7) Polisodi power- This sounds like a second Item song. Reminds me of Bramhanandam in Anganaga oka roju for some reason.

8) Samaram dhaarilo velithe- The original BGM track for Satya 2. Philosophical, about how one shouldn't get into rowdism and stuff. Very cliched, nothing you haven't already sen in Om or the first Satya.

Overall verdict: Lame. Hope the movie is better than this. 

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