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Floorian What the Buzzing Bomp (bomp.com) Floorian web site __________________________________________________ |
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Spaceman 3 understood that. So did the Butthole
Surfers, Alice Donut and The Brian Jonestown Massacre (whose witch-king,
Anton Newcombe, co-released this disc on his aptly-named Committee to Help
Keep Music Evil label). And you can add Floorian to the list of true
psychedelic astronauts who have plumbed the depths of the Narco-Hypno
Wasteland, and returned with an altogether unsettling and fascinating CD.
What the Buzzing’s ten tracks simmers slowly in an electric swamp teeming
with feedback and reverb that glow like the will o’ the wisp, luring
hapless (and hopefully, deeply stoned) listeners deeper and deeper into
its blackness until they’ve lost their bearings, while every step sucks
them down further and further into the muck. It’s never fun to watch
yourself go down for the last time, but as the posters for The Trip wisely
observed, it’s a Lovely Sort of Death… |
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-Paul Gaita |
The term “psychedelic music” gets a bad rap these
days. Used to be, it meant sweeping hypno-narco grooves that bore deep
into the listener’s brain and swept them along on a sonic reproduction of
the Heaven/Hell travels one could enjoy/endure after consuming the
contents of your parents’ medicine cabinet. Now, any mope with a
distortion pedal – or worse, a laptop and a fistful of loops -- can get
labeled as psychedelic, but let’s call a spade a spade: to be truly
psychedelic, there has to be a degree of danger to your music. There’s got
to be some sense that at any point during any track, a hotwired lick or
lumbering drum could send the listener tumbling into The Abyss, never to
return. If there’s no doom, no whiff of brimstone amidst the scent of
incense and peppermints, you might as well ask your listeners to call over
Mom and Dad and give the record a spin as a family.