Soundscapes don't always have to sound like deserts (I'm looking at you, Calexico) or airports; sometimes they sound like Pushead rendering the Garden of Eden. Stunning, teeming with life and hope, but built on the backs of mutant skeletons, warped and wracked with pain. Kind of a kin to Brightblack Morning Light, without the Native American hoodoo-voodoo-hocus-pocus.
Thursday, October 1, 2009
999,977: Earth — Omens And Portents 1: The Driver
Soundscapes don't always have to sound like deserts (I'm looking at you, Calexico) or airports; sometimes they sound like Pushead rendering the Garden of Eden. Stunning, teeming with life and hope, but built on the backs of mutant skeletons, warped and wracked with pain. Kind of a kin to Brightblack Morning Light, without the Native American hoodoo-voodoo-hocus-pocus.
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