Been revisiting. Sinister and sexy. Field recordings used in a way that I can’t really think to compare to anything else and that hold up a bizarre lens to everyday sounds
bleak, ruinous, claustrophobic, beautiful outsider house / techno music from one of the genre’s finest. clicked for me last year and became a great companion for wintertime wandering in the city
here's a completely under the radar gem of weirdo bedroom folk pop filled with bubblings of synths and fluttering flutes and random eclectic acoustic instrumentations, fragments of hooks and choruses, digressions into distortions and reemergences of natural ambiances with waterfall sounds, harps, xylophones, all mixed together in such a wonderful and fascinating way and i've been obsessed now for months... it sounds to me as if daniel johnston in his prime had access to a DAW.
“Bone broth this” “Liquid IV that” ok well consider: pocari sweat 🤔🧐 the thinking man’s electrolyte beverage. no idea what’s in this shit but tastes great and makes me feel slightly less like shit. Great for if ur like me and find drinking water for survival/regular organ function “boring” and “lacking whimsy”
