This past Saturday, I was blessed with a visit from the old Chocolate Grinder editor, Keith Kawaii, after Jeff Ravioli and I saw him perform as Giant Claw at Trans Pecos. At my place, he was telling me all about autonomous sensory meridian response, and just up until now — listening to one of my favorite 2015 albums thus far A Readymade Ceremony, back-to-back at work — I hadn’t thought about it since then. Admittedly, I’d never heard of this response to sounds, but also thought the feeling had never happened to me. CUT TO: your face at the moment you recognize FOMO.
However, I’m wrong, because Félicia Atkinson has been doing this to me for YEARS! And this album is no different. Shoot, actually, it’s probably more-so ASMR than her previous releases, and in horrifying ways. Almost as if she’s using this to shake your spine, hitting keys off-key, that intentionally sloppy composition, like pretending you’re drunk, and people across the street get that shrill and walk fast. I’m gonna have to say, nothing makes me want to walk away from my work-dark more than A Readymade Ceremony. But mostly just to turn’t it in my car, close the windows, and melt with that classic Félicia Atkinson atmosphere. Actually, I think this album was her thesis for something, no? I heard that somewhere. YOU can hear A Readymade Ceremony below:
• Félicia Atkinson: http://feliciaatkinson.tumblr.com
• Shelter Press: http://www.shelter-press.com
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