Adderall Canyonly
La Montagna Sacra
SC link: https://on.soundcloud.com/uYyHR
BC link: https://adderallcanyonly.bandcamp.com/album/la-montagna-sacra
MP3 DL link: https://tinyurl.com/bde6ec68
Imagine a person immensely high, walking into the wrong room and at that moment in particular, in the wrong mood for such an endeavour, watching the film The Holy Mountain, and then trying to explain this experience to a friend a week later, and realizing it was a transcendent experience upon refection as he now understands why he suddenly quit his job, quit his social circles, and intends to pursue a life full of meaning and not that of middle management drudgery, a life full of no purpose whatsoever, an unexamined life until Ted showed up with the kush.
That is one story for this album.
The return of Adderall Canyonly to music making after an many-yeared absence starts with a speculative score to Jodorowsky's classic film that leans more into the slow, minimal and venerational affair of things: a pacing that of exalted breathing in a half-lit white-stuccoed room at dusk, under violet skies with the shudders thrown wide and the mind fully humming with bracing awareness.
Yves Malone
Kill the Copy in Your Head
SC link: https://on.soundcloud.com/EHd11
BC link: https://yvesmalone.bandcamp.com/album/kill-the-copy-in-your-head
MP3 DL link: https://tinyurl.com/2p9mw2mv
The soundtrack to two years of night terrors, panic attacks, false starts, promised endings and general crippling instability filtered through a remembered adolescence of VHS store rentals and sticky vinyl sleeves, or a processing of trauma through a past, safer lens in order to defuse the fears of a unknown and possibly dangerous future.
Okykitten
We Are the Echo of the Future
SC link: https://on.soundcloud.com/nxQv5
BC link: https://oxykitten.bandcamp.com/album/we-are-the-echo-of-the-future
MP3 DL link: https://tinyurl.com/2p9a6aa6
A leaning into an imagined world of interlocking taffy-like geometric conditions where collective effort is the only effort, and sparks chase each other laughing through the ether and down under the pink forest canopy, and no one has to go home at dusk and every month is June, and because no one calls us home to dinner, there is something we are forgetting, if we could only stop the play, but then the magic would end and besides, we still have battery power left under these glorious moons...
