“7 7 7” is very straightforward. It took me quit a handful of listens to understand the newest C V L T S’ release via Beer On The Rug, A U D I A L / S. Yet, the intrigue of something being THERE interwove a ghost-like trance-encapsulating essence, with existence and ethereality. There’s a based, psychedelic charm possessing nu age sound exploration in “7 7 7.” There is life behind these keys being played, and someone ventured long enough to find pleasantly drifting tones, paired it with ability to scale and play melodies, serving audio editing thereafter; though, the real mentality in question is the recording process for “7 7 7.” Similar to songs that tend to indulge in guitar playing as transcendence of self, C V L T S bestows a wonderful bewilderment drenched in underground professionalism, maintained through a composed, bombed-out mentality and kept together just long enough to seize the way we all perceive the physique of song.
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