Looking For Weird
There’s little information to be found on this band, apart from those who note that there's little information to be found on this band. You’d imagine this general mystique is the product of some planned promotional obfuscation, but such industry manufacturing would seem anathema to the psychedelically amorphous nature of the music.
This has the acid folk resonance of any one of those
countless esoteric soundtracks from the 60s and 70s where musically inspired
communes and cults recorded themselves communing with whatever they chose to
attain through chant, repetition, strummed acoustic guitar, single tinged bell,
recorder, harmonium and vocal declaratives/yearnings/questions from whoever
feels like interjecting at that particular point.
Or it was recorded as the troupe trooped through the woods,
dancing with their instruments and letting the natural ambiance orchestrate the
direction of the song and singing.
That probably sounds more sardonic than intended because the
overall effect of this is quite addictive, in the way taking a hallucinogen can
be.
Opening track Bending
The Rules of Time has a fairly conventional melodic line sung in sweet if
brief harmony, but it’s pretty damn hard to single out a single track as there
is little attempt at melody, in the sense of defining a tune in most, though
final track Seconds in Motion with
its banjo plucks, train-wail guitar strains, object-tapped percussion and
rhetorical chant what is it you are
looking for can perhaps act as a template for the whole in its
self-referencing quest for an answer.
I quite like it, in a weird liking weird way.
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