Frood Of The Loop - s/t
The long curve of tire tracks across a wet field, droplets of water bent in a pattern across the grain. Unnoticeable without the change in atmosphere, but clearly observable as the sun's rays slice through the fast moving clouds. Frood Of The Loop embraces these properties. A sonic disruption deep in the conscious. As the mind is rinsed of prevailing thoughts, the once invisible melodies can be heard. They are raw, wholesome offerings of perturbed beauty. The tire tracks surface again, this time in short distance behind the cart making them. The gruff operator says, "No, take away those thoughts you think". His directive making note of the lack of connection between earnest emotion and sonic beauty. Music must be planned and calculated, troubled and tranquil can not coexist. What you hear is only in your imagination. Instructions follow to stop listening in such a cognitive manner and move on.... But Frood Of The Loop clearly displays this duality.
Guitar strummed in pulsating cadence, the repetitive dialogue summoning ancient spirits from Lake Everest. They croak like amphibian ghosts from their deep and cold slumber. The stringed invitation quiets as electric energy glimmers across the water surface. Their growth to cognition is a slow spectacle, mutations of mysterious symmetry captured as wavering sonic forays, unknown if this presence is truly within our dimension. Thoughts emerging from this observer as Frood Of The Loop plays deeper into its fantastic aural implosion.
Drone plagued by rhythms. Digital rituals being shared by analog strings. The mix numbs thoughts, as harmonies rise with the speed of our rotating planet poised against large celestial objects. Ambience gusting with brief moments of chaos, the guitar melodies are tethers, long repeating links holding any remaining order firmly in place. Sonic whirlwinds constantly working against the flow. Strummed rhythms reaching a balance with the electronic fire somewhere Below the Fell. Different dimensions or both sides of the mind in oscillating cadence with each other? Frood Of The Loop maintaining sonic fluidity.
The side long finally titled Chiken Tikka Massaker is a mind melting stew. Harmonic pulsations above the nexus of drone. Like a circulatory system breathing life above the din of microcosmic molecular activity. Guitar and electronics in a cyclic reversal of roles, where heavy reverberation compliments the blanket of ambience and the entirety of sounds begin to throb with all out drenching tones. This settles into a meditative tanpura drone with a sonic collage drifting all thoughts away.
If you want to read more about Frood Of The Loop, take a click over to Tiny Mix Tapes, Ryan Masteller goes more in depth about Frood and it's pop culture significance. This is a double vinyl release on Taping Desk O-phon Mania. Vinyl copies are available straight from the Frood Of The Loop bandcamp page. Sounds based out of the music prolific Stuttgart, Germany contingent.
Listen and get lost in this beautiful composition.
Guitar strummed in pulsating cadence, the repetitive dialogue summoning ancient spirits from Lake Everest. They croak like amphibian ghosts from their deep and cold slumber. The stringed invitation quiets as electric energy glimmers across the water surface. Their growth to cognition is a slow spectacle, mutations of mysterious symmetry captured as wavering sonic forays, unknown if this presence is truly within our dimension. Thoughts emerging from this observer as Frood Of The Loop plays deeper into its fantastic aural implosion.
Drone plagued by rhythms. Digital rituals being shared by analog strings. The mix numbs thoughts, as harmonies rise with the speed of our rotating planet poised against large celestial objects. Ambience gusting with brief moments of chaos, the guitar melodies are tethers, long repeating links holding any remaining order firmly in place. Sonic whirlwinds constantly working against the flow. Strummed rhythms reaching a balance with the electronic fire somewhere Below the Fell. Different dimensions or both sides of the mind in oscillating cadence with each other? Frood Of The Loop maintaining sonic fluidity.
The side long finally titled Chiken Tikka Massaker is a mind melting stew. Harmonic pulsations above the nexus of drone. Like a circulatory system breathing life above the din of microcosmic molecular activity. Guitar and electronics in a cyclic reversal of roles, where heavy reverberation compliments the blanket of ambience and the entirety of sounds begin to throb with all out drenching tones. This settles into a meditative tanpura drone with a sonic collage drifting all thoughts away.
If you want to read more about Frood Of The Loop, take a click over to Tiny Mix Tapes, Ryan Masteller goes more in depth about Frood and it's pop culture significance. This is a double vinyl release on Taping Desk O-phon Mania. Vinyl copies are available straight from the Frood Of The Loop bandcamp page. Sounds based out of the music prolific Stuttgart, Germany contingent.
Listen and get lost in this beautiful composition.
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