Always keeping an eye on the prize, death comes as a peaceful blend of morose and euphoric agitation. Like making out during the Exorcist, which is something that happens. OR reading a WHACKO’s manifesto under a street lamp in the library parking lot. But this is all about Formes De Viure. The way we sharpen our knives. Dancing ‘til four or five AM. Becoming more than 1080p in a misty haze. Minimal definition of “Guitar” and “Voice.” Walking through a virtual installation of your home, but without walls, and the colors are as you remember them, only slightly too pastel and bright.
New Balance is definitely bringing that post-hypnagogic vibe in a production/mixing sort of way. Like C L E A N E R S (TMT Review) by way of editing, “fluidity,” and togetherness, but Formes De Viure seems to be all one-man made. No sampling works outside the personal realm. All detail of the individual. And layered like a mother fucker. As well, touching a bit on the Tangles and Banana Head side of linger jamming. Potentially even Taterbug creep-crooning. Though, the physical tragedy of Formes De Viure is that “Guitar” is side A and “Voice” is side B. Curiously, though, when I get home I’m going to layer BOTH tracks atop of each other — digitally and at the same frequency — and listen to a glorious mesh of fiddling and faddling.
Listen to New Balance’s Formes De Viure below or [pre-order] grip the tape here from your limited friends at EXO Tapes Inc.
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