Here are the sounds.

They come in, marching one by one throughout all of our lives intertwine themselves in a scale falling down whilst hitting a baseline, then lead up to a string of split vocals and onto something else for our ears.

There is a beat that underlies the whole experience, but as we all know the beat, regardless of how funky it is will one day come to an end before making room for something a bit more lively and less funk-oriented.

There’s too much call and response, but so long as we are hearing what is said and allowing the vibrations to pull and push, we can be sure that there will be something at the end of of the multi-minute tunnel.

There’s space and in between the space there is noise that fills as much as it can. Starting and stopping, rhythm, loud crunch, low bass until the bass is no longer low, melody, chorus, calls, responses, sounds, voices, rumbles, rumbling, rumbling their way to our hearts through our brains.

Slow, yet fast and somehow expansive through its limited space, the sound widens and sees layering and sparse sound. There’s elements of the energetic punk being recontextualised into something else entirely.

It is always over far too soon, but of course that lends itself to repeat plays. Repeat plays allow the ears to hear more.

Sometimes there are singular guitars that enter the sounds in order to take the spotlight and usually they scrape and give too much to the ego and too little to the sound waves that penetrate into us.

Spacing out into some sort of future cosmic thing and floating away, yet still having us lead on into the grand infinite, leading and teasing before exploding into something else, hitting hard and hitting fast, breaking its own rhythm before becoming a real stomper of a beat and the bass is a lot harder and sharper than it could ever have been had it been handled by someone else, followed by some sort of whimsical approach to words that are now being expressed in an alternating scale of vocals, vocals and more vocals, and so on until the sun comes down and the stomping can only come to a sudden reach, but the cosmic power of the arpeggiating electronic sounds will still sit as some sort of memory and reminder to something that was before all of this that is now being felt more than it is heard.

Once it all ends, the repeat can be had for it is short enough to allow repeating plays in quick succession. This is, of course a wonderful thing to know for so long as the sounds are strong and the structure is fine, then there will be plenty of enjoyment to be had by all.

Unless, of course there is no enjoyment to be had, but then again there are certain bridges that must be crossed, regardless of how clear the other side can be seen.

The time it took to write five-hundred words: 06:26:79

So I’ve just put on an album that has just been released and I will hopefully have a review of it done within the next two days.

It’s safe to say that this album has influenced this bit of writing.

Written at UNSW.