At times ferocious, at times lying half dead on the floor, Young Freebooters send out blasted broken-wire transmissions from their smoking wooden hearts; cross-connecting minds with instruments, sending cryptic smoke signals to the heavens.
A Day with the Harriers::
Telepathic synchronization; static, harmonization that’s all too like home, clairvoyant drones fill and re-fill the environment they are dropped in; more dynamic than that, though, because the whole thing is dipped in rotten murk that eventually begins to balm; the suspense just adds to the s-s-s-siked factor. HEAVY synths layered over meaningful murkiness – progression mirroring a fox hunt; from lightness to darkness – a tonal blast reveals itself, and your mind is pretty much ripped. The hour is over all too soon. Lucky for you, this session is a two-fer.
A Night with the Hounds::
Constantly crumbling gnarled sketches captured to tape; shit goes down hard. Pulsing impetus; at the micro-level everything’s a bit claustrophobic, it’s completely distressing to try to decode everything that’s going on – ever present -ever lasting tonal static: annihilation. When you take a step back, though, it’s totally beautiful; it’s epic-factor parallels the apocalypse, but that’d be totally beautiful in the same way: burning buildings, burning tones; tectonic disaster, sonic explosion. It all comes tumbling down with some of the the strangest YF tales to date. All housed within a wooden shield & limited to sixteen 2xc60s…
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