One listen.

Decided it’d be good to write about this song from Lake also, though I’m not sure why I decided. Something in it revealed itself to me, I guess. Anyway, I feel this got better the further into the song I got; whilst I was thinking pretty actively, I was able to loosen up a bit toward the end.

Lake’s “Tapper” is from Lake. I hope you enjoy.

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The gentle lapping of guitar. It echoes and rings out in space, in a silence It drops and ripples gently, and it forms screens, almost. This moment is a relaxing bit of gentle, but that relaxation lifts when percussion and bass come in, changing the shape of everything. That gentleness remains, however.

Exploring a motion-based prettiness, almost, though it soon turns to something a little more directed and maybe a little gloomy too. But maybe it’s just skipping and gliding along still waters during a quiet, cool morning.

Guitar raises above the murk in places and continues contrasting and keeping things gentle; bass locks down and becomes even more driving, and the percussion shifts around it all whilst keeping space a premium.

Some more space and perhaps this is something to drift off to. There’s questions, but it’s all sorts of easing up until the bass forces a shift in the flow. It takes a new direction, and the percussion and guitar build up around it, perhaps looking to continue what came before whilst finding something new. However, tension grows; guitar starts stretching and distorting, and soon it is what is left.

The guitar forms an expanse that soon melts when guitar and bass return, locked into a pattern that started just before they ended. Guitar is there too, and some of it remains expansive, but this is moments of strikes and scrapes. One hand atmosphere is there, drifting around; on the other, everything is direct and frazzled in a sense. Sounds keep striking and fraying whilst remaining concise and tightened, repeating and pushing the moment, repeatedly punctuating until the song ends.