…it’s a quite pleasant world to listen into, this world of Animaux Surround; despite all the doom and gloom and all the languid, woozy synths and deadpan vox.
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Frank Rabeyrolles – Frank Rabeyrolles
Frank seems to be someone who says “that’s a great idea!, no hang on, wait a minute” in his songs too, and this indecision (allied to his “core eccentricty”) informs his music a hell of a lot.
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Fieldhead – A Correction
It’s very much the sort of thing you’d hear with a Tim Hecker release, warm, electronic devotionals set up as soundscapes. But the comparison shouldn’t be seen as casting aspersions on what is a very fine bit of work. Love it.
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Taste the Void – Sun’s Heat
It’s got just the right amount of ridiculously fatuous self-pity about it. This is the stuff. The way it stops is grand too; just like that, without warning. Love this, it’s a blast, rock on!
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Source of Yellow – The Said
It’s a bit in thrall with Mr Fantasy era Traffic, or early Soft Machine for that matter (that hint of parlour room psych-jazz), but it’s too fucking raga.
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900piesek/rbnx – Prague – Bratislava
…the sense of stasis can get you out there if you’re prepared to give yourself over to the sense of occasion. Or you could be flippant and say it sounds like a huge washing machine stuck on spin cycle for 15 minutes.
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Narkohund – Love Agency
…there’s always a feeling of angst with this LP, it’s NOT a happy record overall, despite the hints at a hedonistic sound.
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Milk and Morphine – Can I Carve My Name in Your Face?
(And did the singer say, “I sometimes eat snowballs” or “I just pruned my body”? He* can’t have. Well, he might… it’s that sort of record).
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[V] – [V]
The music for all four tracks is very much in the Joep van Son mould: hoe-down roots-pop, replete with a shuffling, juddering impatient beats and an angry jangle plonked on the top.
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Father Sculptor – “A Series of Songs”
…there’s this toughness about their music; you could guess this could be the work of a bunch of arty chancers, but I don’t think it is. I genuinely think this is the way they want to express themselves.
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