The soup thickened, as soup will. In amongst its mass, nematoads appeared, well, evolved, well, agglomerated, well… language really is fucking limited. Anywho, there they were and they had this idea, well actually, this idea had them, and thats why seemed to have such purpose about them. Generations and generations of them, they conceived of things and they participated in the events and they renumerated their memories and still the idea stayed constant, and eventually the idea got what it wanted and wondered what to do next? It was at a loss. And the nematoads grew fewer and fewer, sparser and sparser, though the soup looked a little thinner, it was still recognisably soup. So maybe the idea came before the means to achieve it? What am I, some kind of answer peddler? I just say it as I haphazardly think it up on the spot.
3rd post in a year. Well, it turns it they ARE that good.
Given my love of repetition and minimalism, deep house is a bit of an obvious fit for me.
She also has a story to tell.
I’m not going to try and describe music any more. If you’re lucky, I might ramble on about something completely unrelated.
not this time. But here’s an interview they did.
These are clearly very well known by the standards of who I usually blog about, but I don’t care. I don’t have a prejudice against well-known bands, it’s just that they so rarely do anything which actually interests me, let alone blows me away. This, lady and gentleman, blew me away.
It probably says at least a few words about me in that I had genuinely never heard of them before. I actually discovered them via my hopping from bandcamp fan’s music taste to bandcamp fan’s music taste and clicking on albums where I liked the name of the band/album or the cover or both/all three. This trail started after I’ve been on something of a deep house kick, which I’ll blog a release or two about presently (expectations be damned! it’s the only thing they’re good for).
It starts off not unlike a slighlty jazzier Our Solar System with added cosmic synths. They subsequently head into more of an acid-house territory, though, squelchy basslines and woozy synths a go-go, an increasingly Nortec-with-crazier-saxophones kind of feel. If it isn’t reminiscent of the soundtrack to late night Tijuana, then I’ve never been to Tijuana (sidebar: I’ve never been to Tijuana), though I suppose it could be any large settlement in the tropics (sidebar: I’ve never been to the tropics). I am always really disappointed when it ends.
Their first album is very nearly as good. It was also nominated for some well known (in the UK) prize or other, which might go some way to explaining why music this good actually seems to have an audience. The times they might be a-darkening, but where there’s music this good around, there is always hope.