Outside the poses, lost in a dream, those fragmentary thoughts. Through the riptides and beyond the pale.
These clattering noises, of a dub power pop. Twisted like colours through the window of a washing machine. Glitched like a broken ////%%%%%
The Associates play SNES while eating bananas encrusted with rusty razor blades. Entire genres get forced down a swirling plug role. Electro is demolished and reinforced. All times happen at once. Guitars scratch like birds of paradise pecking magic mushrooms. An anime theme wanders by and tickles you. Blade Runner vents spit raspberry.
It’s chill out and ants in yer pants twitchy ADHD. Restless like horses jonesin for a fix on the carousel.
A peace is being broken between the nature dub of Forest Swords and the fuck-these-drugs-are-the-shit electro of Savant.
Intelligent pop music that breaks it’s diamond form with a hammer, re-grows, then breaks itself. In a loop, music is both glue and acid. An album that fights itself. The stronger the pop music gets the closer to the edge it teeters. Edging itself. You know what I mean.
https://jam-city.bandcamp.com/album/pillowland
https://www.normanrecords.com/records/184498-jam-city-pillowland
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