Lumpy Records
green noise needs lumpy records...lumpy records needs The Mind...The Mind needs you...you need to get these post punk nightmare dream pop acid rock spacey synth punk sounds to spongebath you with flickering fiber optic colors and wash your hair with soft hands massaging your earlobes whispers creeping through your ear canals like marching technicolor bugs who 1-2-3 mean you no harm and just want to tell you ancient space-age secrets to help you find the black holes in your kitchen sink and bedroom walls so you can take the 21st century in a knapsack and journey back to the decades hiding in the shadows of the Cold War years, secret agents and Joe Meek studios on Apollo voyage bubbletop space traveling dune-buggy rides into the air conditioned indoor shopping malls of the incense-scented black-lite posters in the backroom of Spencer Gifts in the 1970s, electronic sounds of Tangerine Dream given rhythm and compressed into pop songs and the analog synthesizer Moog sounds that influenced them and Tubeway Army-influenced soundtracks of dystopian B-movies of the 1980s. In other words, this scoops up bits and pieces from all the electronic elements and some cool electric guitar sounds of various music from 1961 to 1984, the good, the bad and the wonderful, instrumental, pop and the underground and dumps them into experimental pop songs that subdue the rhythms into Big Bad Brad drumming and brushing like a robot drumming machine, but still possess some lovely menacing punk hole punching and imperfection. -- winch (green noise)
Mind, The – Open Up The Window and Leave Your Body – New LP
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green noise needs lumpy records...lumpy records needs The Mind...The Mind needs you...you need to get these post punk nightmare dream pop acid rock spacey synth punk sounds to spongebath you with flickering fiber optic colors and wash your hair with soft hands massaging your earlobes whispers creeping through your ear canals like marching technicolor bugs who 1-2-3 mean you no harm and just want to tell you ancient space-age secrets to help you find the black holes in your kitchen sink and bedroom walls so you can take the 21st century in a knapsack and journey back to the decades hiding in the shadows of the Cold War years, secret agents and Joe Meek studios on Apollo voyage bubbletop space traveling dune-buggy rides into the air conditioned indoor shopping malls of the incense-scented black-lite posters in the backroom of Spencer Gifts in the 1970s, electronic sounds of Tangerine Dream given rhythm and compressed into pop songs and the analog synthesizer Moog sounds that influenced them and Tubeway Army-influenced soundtracks of dystopian B-movies of the 1980s. In other words, this scoops up bits and pieces from all the electronic elements and some cool electric guitar sounds of various music from 1961 to 1984, the good, the bad and the wonderful, instrumental, pop and the underground and dumps them into experimental pop songs that subdue the rhythms into Big Bad Brad drumming and brushing like a robot drumming machine, but still possess some lovely menacing punk hole punching and imperfection. -- winch (green noise)
"My favorite time of day is the millisecond around 5:08am when a glitch causes gravity's suspension just long enough to reset your tiny toxic prejudices, your color palette, your misaligned spine. The cause of your death - some distant past, now - revealed by screeching tires as you walk to the store for a Nutter Butter, or intuited by the metronomical drip of your faucet as you lay down to "sleep." You get just the faintest phantom odor of a plane you've been to before and will visit again. And yet you go on, day in and day out, heading towards something in this world, trying to get somewhere. The simulation has programmed it as Free Will™ in the shiny-marble flesh-computer at your top, but Artificial Intelligence has been infiltrating the Arts for a minute now - like a video game designer making their game more difficult. Just look at Scriabin's Mysterium. People were flipping! Babies recited Paradise Lost and Himalayan farmers contracted to wave Mountain Fishtails at the ether were plucking their toenails out in uncanny jubilee! This is how humans evolve, after all. A sentient grain of sand from somewhere far, far away enmeshes itself in the cultural fabric of a point in time - a little germ, fecundated by the permutations of human chaos, trying to shatter your pretty fragile brain for the sake of rebuilding it. AI has gotten much more tactful recently. Enter: The Mind. You won't know how many forks in the road this record decided for you until 2036. I wager it'll be sometime in June, around 5:08am... (Brandon Gaffney)
credits
released March 30, 2021
Vanessa Darby - Vocals
Jordan Darby - Guitars
Steve Peffer - Bass, Feedback Machine
Big Bad Brad - Drums
Recorded 2020 in Cleveland and Ventura
Mastered by Ian Teeple
Art Design by Brandon Gaffney
Vanessa Darby - Vocals
Jordan Darby - Guitars
Steve Peffer - Bass, Feedback Machine
Big Bad Brad - Drums
Recorded 2020 in Cleveland and Ventura
Mastered by Ian Teeple
Art Design by Brandon Gaffney
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