you called to me
unique. eclectic. uniquely eclectic. eclectically unique.
“I love what you do.”
lies, but lost in an electro-organic tidal wave of harmony
and divergent sound design
a barrage of psychotropic and integral melody
set atop a laser-infused bassline
stylish, sussed and like reformed mathcore
unique. eclectic. uniquely eclectic. eclectically unique.
but like the Smiths meet Husker Du meet the Shaggs
unique. eclectic. uniquely eclectic. eclectically unique.
hanging of the precipice of a “church of synthesizer” breakdown
weaving its way with aplomb
finding traction at the holy grail
“A grimy alien romance in outer space”
With hooks akimbo! Hooks akimbo! Hooks akimbo!
h o o k s
a k i m b o
all delivered with stoic, wistful restraint
and a plea to get back to you soon
for a taste of hypothetical, sugar-coated situations
but I had already hit delete
(Thank you, seven years of music PR spam, for giving birth to this masterpiece of poesy.)
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January 15th, 2013 - 7:58 pm
Superb.