artwork courtesy of Scott Hand
Crumbling latitudes form a sonic bridge connecting Clifton, OH and Oak Park, IL. The Freebooter Agenda involves nothing more than surfing on a sonic torrent of sirens while crashing waves bring the seashell tones onto the shore. This is the distress call of a submarine crashed on the ocean floor being heard through dolphin ears. Electronics are sweating with overdrive, transcending the aural spectrum with a dew inducing haze of harsh drones. The ebb and flow of a confined stream; tranquility turned up to 11. Shimmer/shining strips of sound float through the sky. The light horn is calling. Handheld bellows drive free reed sprawls covered in pit-er-pat-blaaattt percussion. This is the kind of music you create in your head when you are sitting on the park bench and rearranging the memories of the sounds going around you. Except it is better and it is recorded. First in a series a split releases with Freebooter Tapes bro-label Grayscale Records. Freebooter Tapes edition is in a numbered edition of 8, housed in paper jackets straight from the mind of the man behind functionbad; nitro dubbed en route over the midwest plains.
