Highway to Health by PNEU

The French are not thanked enough for their contributions to the world but thank you France for PNEU.

If torture within Abu Ghraib can be defined as exposing prisoners to unwelcome heavy metal, then what glitch in the law allows my employee to torture me in the workplace with repetitive chart swill.

PNEU is the ultimate antidote to what a lesser writer may describe as Pleb Music. A welcome interruption to awful reality of pleb radio domination. A crowbar with which to dislodge that spiteful, monotonous face that smiles out from every pleb workplace, pleb car stereo and pleb friday night disco.

PNEU are an army of exceptionally talented math-noise rock musicians who make a sound powerful enough to conquer more territory than Napoleon compressed into the limbs of two Frenchmen from Tours.

Translated into English, Pneu means tyre (or tire in American) and the fact that they are French becomes almost irrelevant as the mostly instrumental duo rips through any language barriers thrusting live audiences into whirlwinds of excitement and imprinting their own brand of tyre tracks onto the brains of spectators.

Highway to Health, PNEU’s second album, has helped me through many oppressive working days where, without access to my personal music player, I would be subject to whatever music station is chosen by the owner of my workplace. And I can guarantee that for the continuation of this reality, this workplace will never observe any radio station that includes tracks even half as amazing as Grill Your Eyes or Clapasetsu. In other words – commercial Pleb Music for pubescents, retards and people unfortunate enough not to know any better.

If you are experiencing mental health issues associated with workplace Pleb Music Exposure (PME), there is no authorities to take your complaint before, no court tribunal to enforce your thought-space hygiene rights. All I have to offer is PNEU.

Sounds like:

Hella

Don Caballero

Lightning Bolt

Yowie

Described as:

French Hardcore/Punk

Math Rock,

Noise Rock

Experimental

Cerulean by Baths

The name Baths comes from that unique time in the day when Wiesenfeld allowed his mind to absorb, mold and tinker with the thoughts gathered in the previous hours.

Emerging from those bathy moments of escape most of us will have, at most, achieved a sense of distance from the harrowing drudgery of the working day.

Will Wiesenfeld, however, found within the experience a magnificent bubbling of colliding universes that burst into each other combining and transforming infinity varieties of standard model universes into mini-verse clusters that slowly glisten as they drift into the cosmos unseen by human senses.

Much to the misfortune of everyone not sharing the same bathtime.

Cerulean is the physical capturing of Wiesenfeld’s cluster-verses in an audio prism and made into vessels on which to transmit his  soul. Desires, cuteness, loves and memories swirl within Cerulean amongst the cluster-verse samples that are sucked in against their will like galaxies falling into the event horizon of a black hole.

We are left swimming against the tide of gravity then along with it before realising gravity has all but vanished from this particular place in the multi-verse, a place before and after time and space, a whimsical yet passionate place, a tragic yet joyful place.

Cerulean is the bitter sweet edge of creation where the gods go to contemplate. Although ask Will Wiesenfeld what has just occurred and he will simply reply: a nice long bath.

Sounds like:

Toro Y Moi

Daedelus

Washed Out

Flying Lotus

Nosaj Thing

Neon Indian

Lorn

HudMo

Oriol

Passion Pit

Clark

Bibio

Described as:

Glo-Fi

Dream-Pop

Chillwave

Glitch-Hop

Glitchwave

Melancholic Electro-Pop

PNEU : Autosafe Unicorn

PNEU : Autosafe Unicorn

Autosafe Unicorn by PNEU : From the album Highway to Health.

Listen to the track here http://goo.gl/LvDMs

Baths : You’re My Excuse To Travel

Baths : You're My Excuse To Travel

Baths – You’re My Excuse to Travel.
From the album Cerulean.
Lyrics:
>
If you still want me to be there,
I’d be there in a minute to say:
“I love you enough to drive like an hour from
wherever I am to be with you”

And it is always the simplest shit that means the most
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Listen Here http://goo.gl/Ogurf

Breakthroughs in Modern Art by Six Gallery

The news can hardly have escaped your attention. Six Gallery have gone AWOL since March of 2011. This interview with Altsounds is the last official sighting of the band before the events documented below which made such a profound impact on all who witnessed them.

Following a lazy investigation and interrogations of unreliable and sometimes ficticious witnesses I have compiled a short history of the fate of Six Gallery since the release of Breakthroughs in Modern Art in 2010.

One of the earliest signs that something was quietly brewing within the atmosphere of Six Gallery became apparent in the manner which vocalist Daniel J. Francis responded to rumours that he was quitting the band to breed snails on a small farm back in Athens, Ohio where the band originated.

Upon hearing the rumours, he decided that raising snails may be more lucrative an investment in his time than producing the most compelling bitter-sweet-raw accompanying vocals to some of the most challenging and rewarding math-post-art rock guitar and keyboard creations granted the gift of life.

Francis promptly disappeared into obscurity leaving fellow band members
Will Vokac, Ben Schreiber, Alex Weinhardt and drummer Benji Miller to repay library loans for a copy of ‘Snail Farming in Harsh Climates’ which mysteriously became unobtainable around the same time.

During the famous “hiatus” period, when they refused to leave their apartment without creating a substantial quantity of high intensity mind worming instrumental tangents, they began to notice a public reaction to the hermetic tendencies that Six Gallery had begun displaying.

Every morning the band would receive at least thirty emails reporting spontanious fits of tears amongst listeners to their Breakthroughs in Modern Art album; Tears of joy that such a beautiful composition exists juxtaposed by tears of apprehension that the band may never release another record after the departure of Francis; the band decided to return to their original instrumental only line-up whilst leaving the position of vocalist open to suggestions.

Around this time, which many music journals have condemned as the ‘Dark Ages of Six Gallery’ the band began to compose and collect a treasure trove of secretive recordings that have been classified from public release due to their immensity of intelligence and compounded passion which was described by band-members as ‘Too advanced for public consumption at this time’. These recordings have become known as the ‘Black Vault Tapes’ in reference to the combined emotional response of the band to their situation.

Fanzines throughout Germany, Japan, Australia and the UK have reported secretive gigs by anonymous musicians dressed in long robes and beards making such incredible sound maps of almost incomprehensible structure and depth that witnesses claim that it can only be Six Gallery testing out new material on unsuspecting audiences.

Whatever the genius of Six Gallery finally manufactures, we can only be thankful that they first left us with Breakthroughs in Modern Art to keep the anticipation at a heightened pitch.

Described as: 

Math rock

Post-rock

Art rock

Compared to:

Minus the Bear

dredg

Maps & Atlases

Circa Survive frontman Anthony Green

This Town Needs Guns

American Football

Six_Gallery_Bermuda_Triangles

Six_Gallery_Bermuda_Triangles

Artwork inspired by the song Bermuda Triangles from the album Breakthroughs in Modern Art. Listen to more Six Gallery here http://goo.gl/9OI0a

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