PEVERELIST: "BETTER WAYS OF LIVING", ETC
Punch-Drrrrunken Master Pev backflips off the pagoda.tech porch of his "Jarvik Mindstate" LP and delivers another biff-bang kerwhallop double body-blow. With echo.
"Better Ways of Living": My God, this is fucking good.
Really nice fullsome clunky-sounding drums - and that's clunky, as in Post-Clonk (in the Sweet Exorcist sense of the term), not badly programmed. There's a bit of stray flange that dive-bombs the listener like a metal, delta-wing'd kite or one o'them Flying Guillotine thingies.
Fuck, I do like them drums.
Karate-chop key-stabs. Rim-shots that sound like an armed monkey trying to kick his way out of a wooden barrel. A blind pole-fighter hammers on the palace-gates demanding to be let in.
Blimey! He's taking this Punch-Drunk label-name thing a bit too seriously, I think. A right proper dance-floor dust-up.
"Fighting Without Fighting" - great title! - woaaaah, could this be even better? This is frantic, crazed stuff: a lone programmer sees off all-comers, lashing out with broken rata-tat-tat beats, echoes ricocheting off the temple walls, bodies n beats flying in all directions, white whiskers n eyebrows flapping in a slo-mo pressure-wave. Bullet-time Dancehall. Cunning, ingenious, exhausting to listen to.
2:15 in is the best keyboard line I've heard since The Chuuuung Dynasty. An Asian Version of the Residents mourn the loss of....something. Fabulous, fabulous stuff.
Hairs rise on back of me arms when I hear that organ-line.
Peverelist is the King of Some New Unnamed Science.