“Sensum and Clutch,” said my subjective self of a few moments ago, “if their music has half the assonance and bite of that fantastic moniker, I’ll be happy.”
Chiming in from the left aural plane of my headphones comes a voice of present day affirmation, “Shit, past me! These jamz are tight! Looks like we’ll have a decent soundtrack to this morning’s Mini Blueberry Neat Wheats.”
“But surely there is better, wider, deeper music out there”, whined the incessant Shuffle Button child of some future subjective self.
I resist.
And luckily, the pull of an infinite world of ‘better’ music can be drowned out, Sensum and Clutch’s s/t EP — a cascading modular-synth brain storm from some cyborg congress — stops, stares, and disarms those Google corp spiders that never. Stop. Searching.
We pause to hear all kinds of rewarding sounds, not so much arranged as set off to meander/mingling with and eventually replacing that unquenchable lack of concentration we call modern life.
There’s even a glorious looking prismatic cassette release on the ever excellent Holodeck Records release to prove it.
• Holodeck Records: http://holodeckrecords.com
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