Music works in an exact manner. Your formative years may be spent in groups adhering to your stereotype, allowing for the amusement and horror on your future self piecing the veil. However these groups can be changed by a microbe, a piece of music one of the group has discovered. Its a feeling that can become defining in your life. A paradigm shift that aligns you with entirely different stars.
Every now and then you hear something and it just grabs you, a piece of auditory revelation. Something you know will change you, inherently, for music has, in and of itself changed too concerning perhaps your taste or interests. Occasionally, you hear something you know, with an unbridled certainty is going to urgently shit over everything and anything remotely related.
Tucked away in a quiet little studio is a creator of music. He's urgent, self deprecating, funny, warm and has that wonderful ability to make friends feel special. This unassuming traveller of the world spends his time it appears, for the most, in writing parts of songs, makes a riff, collects drum fills and may give the appearance that it'll come to nothing. Just a talented but not serious pastime kind of chap.
Not any more. This gargantuan cock and balls has a secret. A secret I know and I believe could engender a tidal shift in music. This bits and bobs man started focusing, refining, ultimately defining his sound.
I have been so very lucky to hear the offerings put forth so far. I do not lie when I say I've hardly had anything else on but for this incomparable presentation of riches.
Imagine the labyrinthine elements of Botch, the sex meets femme fatal in a head on crash between two pulsating globes of bodily fluid vocals, off kilter time changes, a furiously assaulted guitar sound, yet merges with the world of the electronic and in some respects, mirrors the power grandiose in Japanese animation.
Ive heard what's coming and its not fun, its being trapped inside hell and you cant find a fire escape.
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