A tiny mew, a roman orator lifts her hands to announce the music, and millions of frequencies climb. Chaos ensues immediately. A chorus behind whines furiously against despair, unknowingly increasing it. A kitten washes a paw and stumbles groggily to her feet. The clockwork lurches of the sleep system pound out a simulacrum of sleep, and hopeful echoes retreat in vain. A foundation of storm stirs wrathfully under, and the alarms finally sound. It all gets more dramatic, and clockworks appear to induce a mechanical sleep. A kitten washes herself in the sun. We have bubbles popping furiously. Structure breaks out, irritated by the noise. Fanfares sweep the bitter sky, and a squadron of flying buttresses echo ever-outward over the glistening seas.
9m. The new clean frenzy shifts the soundscape to frantic, hollering and clambering sounds gone crazy skyward, and lifted up by horns. You can’t help but notice when they falter, and then turn sour, until, interrupted one time too many by strings, a long and urgent message begins to unwind in a foreign tongue with a different syntax, ending with a flourish as long sad bells intone overhead.
12m. The next movement starts like an ending, and sleep becomes even more evocative of dream than of respite. Clockworks won’t help you now. A cowardly villain wheezes behind the clocks, and then expires. Clockworks multiply until they resemble bubbles, and as the last few spheres ascend into the deep sea dark, an alarm arises from afar. It climbs in a crescendo of urgency, whines downward a few times, fading into echoes, as the sunglassed masses arrive over the white-hot sidewalks of global warming summer, demanding action.
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A tiny mew, a roman orator lifts her hands to announce the music, and millions of frequencies climb. Chaos ensues immediately. A chorus behind whines furiously against despair, unknowingly increasing it. A kitten washes a paw and stumbles groggily to her feet. The clockwork lurches of the sleep system pound out a simulacrum of sleep, and hopeful echoes retreat in vain. A foundation of storm stirs wrathfully under, and the alarms finally sound. It all gets more dramatic, and clockworks appear to induce a mechanical sleep. A kitten washes herself in the sun. We have bubbles popping furiously. Structure breaks out, irritated by the noise. Fanfares sweep the bitter sky, and a squadron of flying buttresses echo ever-outward over the glistening seas.
9m. The new clean frenzy shifts the soundscape to frantic, hollering and clambering sounds gone crazy skyward, and lifted up by horns. You can’t help but notice when they falter, and then turn sour, until, interrupted one time too many by strings, a long and urgent message begins to unwind in a foreign tongue with a different syntax, ending with a flourish as long sad bells intone overhead.
12m. The next movement starts like an ending, and sleep becomes even more evocative of dream than of respite. Clockworks won’t help you now. A cowardly villain wheezes behind the clocks, and then expires. Clockworks multiply until they resemble bubbles, and as the last few spheres ascend into the deep sea dark, an alarm arises from afar. It climbs in a crescendo of urgency, whines downward a few times, fading into echoes, as the sunglassed masses arrive over the white-hot sidewalks of global warming summer, demanding action.
One of the finest rock albums from our town, mordant wit, crunchy guitars, driving beats, punk depth and - yes - Junior College Philosophy. The Change Music Variety Show
Inspired by Rio de Janeiro’s iconic Carnival Parades comes this epic synth symphony from Brazilian artist Fordmastiff. Bandcamp New & Notable Dec 3, 2022
